[Noah's POV]
"Noah, it's so late. And the roads are dangerous. Can't I just stay the night?"
Jessica's voice grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
I looked at her standing in the doorway of the dining room, her eyes wide and pleading, her hand clutching her Chanel purse like a lifeline.
Normally, I would have said no. I would have had Daniel call her a car and sent her on her way.
But tonight, I was angry. Angry at Elena.
During dinner, when Jessica asked to stay, I had looked at Elena. I expected a reaction. A frown. A glare. Anything.
But she had just stood there, holding her sketchbook, looking blank. Like she didn't care who I slept with. Like I was just a job.
That indifference pissed me off.
I wanted to punish her. I wanted to make her wonder.
"Fine," I said coldl
