The power of confidence

Chloe frowned at the sound of the phone ringing from the night table. That was not her phone. Should she answer it? Nah, it will go to the voicemail.

She was alone in the bed.

A streak of light came in from the ajar door which connected the bedroom with the office, and Noah's muffled voice told her that he was talking with someone, probably on the phone.

She settled her head back on the pillow when the phone on the night table rang again.

Whoever was calling, was persistent.

It was nearly 2 AM. Who calls this late? Must be important. But Noah is still talking in his office, so…

Chloe scooted to the edge of the bed and got the phone. The caller ID showed, 'Meg'.

"Noah, baby, what took you so long to answer?", a sultry voice sounded as soon as Chloe picked up the call.

Chloe froze and her first instinct was to hang up and run away from the situation.