Chapter 1

• Vivienne Sinclair
• “It’s getting really hot and fun! Nice pass, Levi… Noah picks the puck… he crosses the blue line… Yes! He's going towards the goalie…”
• My eyes stayed locked on Noah the whole time, the sound of his blade scraping the ice echoed in my head loudly, but the pounding in my chest was even louder. My fingers tightened on the board in my hands that had his name scribbled on it.
• “... Noah still has the puck… that was a nice dodge there, Noah… and SCORESSSSSS!”
• The arena exploded with screams and cheers.
• “Yes!”
• “And the winner of the 2018 inter school hockey game goes to Stormbridge Academy!”
• Noah aced it again… as always.
• My chest pulsated the moment he removed his helmet, that ever gorgeous smile lingering on his face, his blue eyes scanning around.
• For a fleeting moment, many naughty thoughts lingered on my mind, but as our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat.
• Oh my God! Am I dreaming? Noah smiling at me?
• I must be mistaken.
• Then he approached me, his eyes didn't leave mine.
• Wait! Did he just notice me?
• “Hey, Ms. Sinclair…”
• Holy shit! My heart… It's going to explode! He knows my name! Noah Boulevard fucking knows my name!
• “We're partying at my place tonight. Wanna come over?” He smiled flirtatiously. “I mean, I'm inviting. You have to show up.”
• My breath hitched, fingers tightened on my school uniform as I stared down at Noah, blinking.
• My God! Is this real?
• I've been crushing on Noah since I transferred to Stormbridge Academy months ago.
• I'd daydream about him… imagine shits in my head… I'd even imagined what sex with him would be like.
• You wouldn't blame me, right? Noah is hot, talented, flirty, soft-spoken, and even the top student in the whole Stormbridge… In short, he ticked all my boxes. How could I not want him?
• For a fleeting moment, my eyes swept around, meeting Bailey's burning gaze. My stepsister.
• She glared hard at me, as if waiting to devour me, and as the crazy Vivianne Sinclair, that made me want to give this a chance even more.
• I wasn't a party type, but fuck it! I'd give anything to be there. It's Noah fucking Boulevard… I couldn't have turned him down, yeah?
• I turned to Noah and smiled as I nodded, “Yes, I'll definitely be there.”
• “I'll pick you up tonight.”
• Heat crept up my chest as he winked at me before leaving.
• My eyes momentarily met with Bailey's, and she rolled her eyes.
• By 8 P.M, I was all dolled up for the party. I stood before the mirror, face brightened with a smile as my eyes swept over my reflection.
• A short white fitted gown. The perfect dress for tonight… An easy one to throw off if shit goes down tonight.
• ‘You’re crazy, Vivianne!’
• Yeah, I know.
• I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, but paused as I met Bailey at the door.
• She stared with disgust.
• “You must feel like an important person because Noah invited you to the party, right?”
• There goes my busybody stepsister.
• My mom had just passed away ten years ago shortly after my ninth birthday, when my dad remarried and adopted this bitch, his new wife's daughter, as his.
• He gave her everything, while neglecting me.
• Oh… She's the perfect daughter dad always wanted, and me? I was a crazy bitch he regretted giving birth to.
• Maybe I'd have been swayed too if I was in his shoes. I mean, Bailey presented herself as a perfect daughter, doing every of his bidding, and here's me who doesn't give two fucks about him or anyone.
• With Bailey and her mom here, my life has been nothing but misery, but I've still been keeping up with them because I have nowhere else to go.
• I wore a smile, crossing my hands on my chest, and sniffled the air. “I smell jealousy.”
• She gritted her teeth, her gaze burning.
• “Are you jealous, Bailey? You know it's not my fault that Noah chose me over you, right?”
• She tightened her jaw. “You are going to regret this, I promise.”
• “Okay, that's enough. Excuse me.” I pushed her out of my way and walked away.
• My grip tightened on my phone the moment I stepped out of the house and saw Noah.
• He stood by his car… A red sports car.
• He was wearing a pair of baggy denim jeans and a denim jacket, opened in the chest.
• My throat tightened as my eyes scanned his broad bare chest for a moment, my fingers itching to touch them.
• “Hey, honey…” His voice snapped me back to reality, and my cheeks flushed as I found his eyes roaming my body.
• “How are you going to make up for this? You kept me waiting.” He straightened up.
• “I'm sorry… I was—”
• “Never mind. I think I'm compensated already… I didn't know you were this hot, Ms Sinclair.”
• The way his eyes roamed my body… The way he bit his lip… Fuck! I felt my body heat up, and my core tightened just at the sight of that.
• “Come on, Ms. Sinclair. We don't want to keep everyone waiting for us.” He opened the car door for me. “After you.”
• I swallowed nothing.
• “Thank you.”
• Then I hopped in. My eyes locked with Bailey for a moment as she stood at the entrance, glaring at me, just before Noah drove off.
• At Noah's place, my eyes swept around the living room. Students danced in pairs to the buzzing music, drinking, and screaming.
• I almost mistook it for a club. I mean, I didn't know our students were this wild.
• I felt uncomfortable for a split second.
• “Are you alright?” Noah's voice brought me back to reality, and I managed to smile at him, nodding my head.
• “Do you want to dance?”
• Heat blossomed in my chest, and my knees buckled as his eyes locked on me.
• “Yes…” I nodded, unable to hold back. I'd been waiting for this moment all my life.
• My breath hitched as he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close, our bodies pressing against each other.
• “I've not danced with anyone before.” I whispered shyly, my eyes locked on him as he guided my hand to his shoulder.
• He gave me a reassuring smile as he said, “I got this.”
• “Just follow my lead.”
• Then we began dancing.
• My legs faltered at each step we took, but Noah's strong arm around my waist held me in place, as he smiled at me, as if telling me ‘it's okay’.
• “Has anyone ever told you this?”
• I raised a brow. “Huh?”
• “Your eyes… they are gorgeous…” He leaned close, his warm breath fanning the nape of my neck, and his lips brushed my earlobe as he hushed. “... And seductive.”
• My breath caught, and my grip subconsciously tightened on him.
• I looked away without saying anything. Everything went still… except the continuous thudding in my chest.
• Heat flushed through my body, settling deep in my abdomen, and clutching it tightly, down to my pussy.
• Holy fuck! Am I aroused?
• Hell no! This can't happen, please! I'd be embarrassed.
• A cold liquid suddenly spilled at my back, wetting my cloth, and I gasped.
• I turned sharply, and there she was… Bailey. She stood before me, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
• “Oops! My hand slipped.”
• I knew she did that intentionally.
• I tightened my jaw, my blood boiling beneath my skin.
• How dare she ruin my dance with Noah?!
• “What the hell do you think you are doing, Bailey?” Noah gritted, but before he could say another word, I grabbed the glass of wine beside me, and threw it right on her face.
• She gasped… I gasped… And everyone else gasped. Then silence followed.
• “Oops! My hand slipped, stepsister.” I smirked.
• “Vivianne, you bitch! How dare you?” She gritted, fuming, but I paid zero attention to her.
• “Come with me. I'll go help you clean that.” Noah held my hand gently and led me away, not before glaring at Bailey.
• We walked into one of the rooms upstairs, and Noah turned to me.
• “I'll get you something to change into.” As he walked to the closet, I took the opportunity to glance around, my lips hanging open in awe.
• The room wasn't just spacious, but had the perfect decoration too. A king-sized bed laid in the center, right beneath the chandelier light ascending from the ceiling.
• I barely started admiring the room when he walked back to me with a white baggy shirt.
• “Can you make do with this? I'll have your dress dry cleaned.”
• “Oh… thank you.” My fingers brushed his as I reached for the dress, and my breath caught.
• We locked eyes for a moment, and as my gaze dropped to his lips, my inside twitched with desire. For a fleeting moment, I had nasty thoughts flooding my head.
• ‘Kiss those lips’.
• A voice screamed in my head, but I held back.
• “Uhm… I'll change into this.” I said hurriedly, dashing into the bathroom.
• “This barely covers me.” I muttered, pulling the shirt down once I changed into it.
• The shirt barely covered my butt, and I had only panties on.
• “Ms. Sinclair? Are you okay?” Noah knocked on the door gently.
• “Oh… Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a bit.”
• I tightened my fingers at my sides as I stepped back into the room.
• “I'm here…”
• I paused as I noticed Noah's eyes on me.
• “Seems my shirt looks better on you than it does on me.” He smirked, tucking his hands in his pockets.
• “I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” I muttered.
• “It's fine… You looked cool back there by the way.” He chuckled. “I didn't know Ms Sinclair had that fierce side.”
• I bit my lip, rubbing my palms beside me, embarrassed. “I'm sorry you had to see that. I was just—”
• “I liked that.” His voice ignited something in me.
• I blinked. “Huh?”
• “I like crazy girls…” he chuckled. “Don't get me wrong, please. I mean I like my girl crazy and can defend herself when I'm not there.”
• I swallowed hard. ‘My girl?’
• My lips parted but no words came out. Our eyes just locked, silence echoed around us… except for the sound of my heartbeat… Loud and heavy. As if it'd explode in a second.
• My eyes roamed his body, settling on his lips, and my pulse quickened with desire. The only thing I could think of at that moment was to be taken… by Noah, actually.
• ‘Pull yourself together, Vivianne. You are not about to offer yourself to him for sex, are you?’
• I tried to think of something else… just anything to get me distracted, but the feeling of my blood rushing under my skin, the heat in between my legs… and the tingling in my skin, kept drawing me back.
• My lips parted as my breath became shallow, and the next second, Noah closed the distance between us, his finger brushing against my lips, eyes locked on me, and his voice… hoarse.
• “Fuck it, Vivienne… What are you doing to me?”