Suddenly, the door opened.
Noah stood at the threshold, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
I froze. There was no way I could deny eavesdropping on him.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a cool tone.
“I—” Before I could say anything, he pulled me inside the room.
Involuntarily, my gaze moved around the room. The space was neat and functional. There were no posters on the walls or any photos on the nightstands. The place could’ve belonged to anyone.
“You.” Noah’s growl sent a shiver through me. With the way he was looking at me, I knew I was in trouble.
40
Noah
I stared at a wild-eyed Milla. She struggled, trying to get out of my grip but I tightened my fingers around her wrist.
“What were you doing?” I asked in a deep voice.
“Nothing.”
I didn’t believe her. Dragging her toward the bed in the corner, I threw her on it. A small cry escaped her as she tumbled forward. Before she could sit up, I was on her, pinning her underneath me.
“Get off me!” she shouted, twisting her body under me. “This is not why I came here.”
Her body was rubbing against mine, lighting a fire deep within me. I didn’t care why she was here anymore. Now that she was here, I was just going to have her.
Leaning down, I kissed the side of her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my lips.
“Noah,” she moaned, her body twisting and flailing underneath me. “Stop. Please...”
“Lie still,” I growled, biting a sensitive spot on her neck.
To my surprise, she obeyed, breathing heavily.
“Who were you talking to on the phone?” she asked.
My face hovered over hers. “You were listening?”
“You know something about your dad’s flight,” she said. “You know where they are.”
Anger rose inside me. How could she think about my dad when I was kissing her? I hated the way she resisted me at every turn. Part of me didn’t want to keep hurting her but she was the one who made things difficult for herself. Why couldn’t she simply submit to me?
I climbed off her.
“Noah, wait.” She sat up and jumped off the bed. “Don’t go. Tell me what you know.”
It didn’t take much to guess what she was talking about. Dad’s flight was scheduled to arrive early that morning. The aircraft landed at Silverlake Airport on time.
It was late afternoon now, and he and his new wife were still not home.
After calling him several times on his cellphone and finding it switched off, I decided to call Mr. Jenkins. He was the one I was talking to before feeling Milla’s presence on the other side of the closed door.
“Where’s my mom?” Milla asked, looking anxious. “Have you heard from your dad?”
“I don’t know where your mother is,” I said in a cold tone. “My dad isn’t home yet. Maybe Eva’s the one responsible for his disappearance.”