Page 46 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
His body is bristling with anger, his jaw clenched, his fists tight in white balls.
Zack grins sheepishly, his lips twisting into a sneer. “What’s wrong, Blossom? Miss me?”
I feel the tension rise within me. It feels like a storm of emotions brimming over. “Miss you?” I sneer. I can’t understand why he’s here, why he thinks it’s normal to show up like this, to break into my apartment through my window.
It takes everything in me to stay calm, but the fear, confusion, and rage still claw at me.
Noah’s body is tense as he stands before us, every muscle coiled as he stares at Zack, ready to make a move if necessary.
I can’t believe this is happening, how this is my life now, and it’s all spiraling out of control again.
Zack suddenly lunges at Noah with a wild swing, his fist missing Noah’s face by mere centimeters. But Noah is quicker, obviously having taken some fighting classes in his life, as he grabs hold of Zack’s arm, twisting it behind him, forcing him into a tight hold.
Zack struggles against Noah’s grip, his eyes flashing with pure rage.
“Keep struggling and I’ll snap your arm!” Noah growls, and I feel myself instantly attracted to him in this moment.
“You think you’re so tough, huh?” Zack yelps, his voice slurred with fury and fear. “You think you can just take what’s mine?” He turns his head, eyes snapping up to mine. “That jersey! Thevaluablehockey jersey you stole when you packed up your shit and moved to this godforsaken place!”
I freeze, my heart racing as I try to process what he’s saying, trying to even remember what lame piece of memorabilia he’s talking about. “What are you talking about?” I stutter, my voice shaky. “Zack, I never…”
“Don’t act innocent! You took it, didn’t you? Took it so you could pawn it off!” Zack spits, his face red with anger. “You took everything from me, and now you’ve got Mr. Tough-Guy here to defend you.”
Noah’s grip tightens, and I watch Zack wince at the pain. Noah’s jaw clenches in frustration as he forces Zack toward the door, nearly kicking his legs out ahead of him. “That’s enough, Zack,” he says through gritted teeth. “This isn’t about some made-up jersey, and it’s certainly not about you. Leave now, before I make you.”
Zack whips his head back, his eyes full of venom. “I’ll be back for you, Blossom!” he yells at me, before he manages to wrangle an arm free to swing it wildly at Noah again, but missing nonetheless. It’s clear that Zack’s losing control of himself completely, and Noah’s trying his best to restrain him without escalating things further.
I open my mouth to speak out, but the words die in my throat as Noah’s protective side kicks into full gear.
“Just leave!” he warns, his voice low and firm. “Zack, get the fuck out of here!”
I’m so perplexed by Zack’s choices, I don’t understand what part of him thinks I either took this jersey or thought it would be a good idea to break into my apartment to see me again, but all I can see is the way Noah’s looking at Zack like he’s about to kill him.
Zack’s anger isn’t just reckless, it’s dangerous, and Noah sees that.
Zack swings again, this time landing a wild punch against Noah’s arm, but Noah’s focus never shifts away from removing him.
Noah steps forward, using his sheer size and strength to shove Zack backward. Without warning, he punches Zack square in the jaw, sending him stumbling against the wall of the hallway, finally out of the apartment.
Zack’s head rocks back, but he manages to regain his footing, lashing out once more at Noah.
“Noah, stop!” I cry out, my desperate voice crying for some return to normalcy.
But Noah doesn’t listen. It’s like he can’t even hear me.
He grabs Zack by the collar, lifting him off the ground with ease, a maniacal smile crossing his perfect lips. “You’re not going to hurt her anymore, do you hear me?” Noah’s dark voice is steady, dangerous.
For a split second, I think the fight is over, but Zack manages to kick Noah in the knee, making Noah drop him, and he slips away from Noah’s grip.
Zack stumbles backward, his hands pushing off the doorframe, and he bolts for the exit, running as fast as he can.
Out of sight, I hear him trip as he reaches the stairs. There’s an awkward thud and then silence before we hear Zack scramble back to his feet. All I see is Noah watching him. I assume Zack glances back with a last furious glare before he runs out the stairwell door, disappearing into the night.
I hear Noah dial the police over the sound of the rushing rain outside, his voice sharp and clear as he explains the situation.
I stand there in a daze, still processing everything that just happened: Zack, in my apartment, accusing me of stealing some stupid jersey.
My mind races on a wheel.What if he comes back? What if he’s not done?
