Chapter 4

Noah sat at his desk at home and his cock flexed in his jeans, while his balls ached. He needed a release and all he wanted right now was to bury himself inside of his fiancée, but she didn't have time. He knew she'd turn him down.

Noah picked up his phone after he adjusted his jeans to be more comfortable and his fingers itched to click Lea's name on his contacts list.

"What am I doing..." Noah threw his phone onto his desk and groaned, falling back into his black leather chair and gripping his hair in his hands. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm such an ass..."

"What was that, baby?" Olivia called from the hallway, and he quickly fumbled with his phone to get out of her contact information.

"No- nothing. I was just talking about something in an email. My father's being an ass." Noah quickly opened up his emails to luckily find one from his father. "He wants me to come by tomorrow morning. Sorry, I can't make it to your photoshoot again."

Olivia walked up behind him, pressed her breasts against his upper back, and rubbed his shoulders with her hands. "It's okay. I'm gonna go work on that dress." She kissed his cheek and walked back out of the room.

Noah groaned as his cock flexed harder and his balls ached more from her touch and lips. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and yank her to their bedroom. "What am I doing..." He sighed and got up from the chair, walking after her.

He could hear her sewing machine as he made his way down the hallway. Noah swallowed hard and knocked on the door frame. "How was lunch?"

"It was good. How is your lesson plan going?" Olivia continued working on the hem of the dress in her hands.

"Good. Can you stop working on that a moment?" Noah bit his bottom lip and waited for her to stop.

"You know I have a deadline. This is the only chance I got to finish this piece, Noah. You of all people should know how that is." Olivia set the satin fabric back under the foot of the machine.

Noah sighed and was suddenly behind her chair. He slammed his palms down on either side of her and pressed himself against her back. "I really... think you should stop."

Her heart jumped and raced at his words, while something pressed in between her shoulder blades. "Please." His voice came out strained as he practically begged for her to help him.

And that's when the words fell from her mouth. Words he didn't want to hear her say. "Noah." She turned around in her chair to face him and he looked down at her. "I really need to get this done. Can't you take care of yourself? I'm not busy tomorrow night. We can pick this back up then."

Noah wanted to lose his mind. He wanted to rip the dress and take her company away, but he knew that wasn't okay. That he had no right to do that. "I'm going out."

"Noah!" Olivia's eyes widened with concern as he punched the desk and walked out of their bedroom to get his jacket and his keys.

She ran after him and grabbed his wrist. He stopped and growled in frustration. She spun him around and he looked down at her with a blank expression. "What?"

"I- You know that Amelia is only being watched today and I don't have time right now. And. And. And." Olivia wanted to cry, and she suddenly hugged his arm.

He shook her off and raised his hands in the air. "I just need a moment alone! Don't wait up for me. Get your dress done. I'll see you in the morning. Maybe. If you're even home." With that he slammed the door shut and she fell to her knees.

She curled up and didn't want to work on her dress anymore. She didn't know what to think anymore. Olivia took out her phone and called the one person she knew she could depend on, Adam Bisset.