Filmed_ An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(36)
Where had he gone? He had skipped out during the worst possible time, and put everyone else in a bad position. He had been great every other night, attentive and helpful, so it seemed unlike him to make everyone else’s life harder. I had to admit that it was a new low for him, leaving me to do all the work while he probably took a nap in an empty room. I wasn’t exactly surprised, but I was definitely frustrated. Truthfully, I had been waiting for him to screw up. He had been too nice and too good, and not at all like what everyone said he was. I watched as he ducked into the supply closet, the door shutting behind him.
Frustrated, I walked over to Chuck and Mikey. They were setting up for the next group, popping popcorn and restocking the candy.
“Hey, Chuck,” I called out. He looked over at me and smiled.
“What’s up?”
“Did you see Noah came back?”
He shrugged. “Nah, didn’t see anything. But I’m not surprised.”
Curious, I walked a little bit closer. “Why’s that?”
“He does that sometimes, disappears for like an hour. But he always comes back.”
“Any clue where he goes?”
“Nope, and I don’t really care. The guy’s dad basically owns this place, so I figure he can do whatever he wants.”
That pissed me off even more. It was definitely true that Noah had a bunch of leeway because of his dad, but everyone was basically willing to let him do whatever he wanted? It didn’t seem fair. Not only was he a jerk, but he was a spoiled jerk.
“Okay, thanks Chuck,” I said, wheels spinning in my head.
He gave me a look. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not going to do anything,” I said, acting innocent.
He sighed and shook his head. “Look, don’t bother. He’s not a bad guy. He gets shit done when he needs to. I actually think he gets a bad rep for no good reason.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” I said vaguely, a bit surprised. It was strange that Chuck was defending him, especially considering he had to work twice as hard to make up for Noah’s absence. As far as I could tell, Noah was nothing but a pain in everyone’s ass, and very occasionally a good employee.
I gave Chuck a wave and headed back toward the supply closet. Noah had gone in a few minutes before, and I was already wondering why he hadn’t come out. Maybe everyone else was willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but I wasn’t about to give in to his bullshit. He may have made my heart pound every time he stood near, and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, but I still had to work with him. He was charming and tall and strong, but that didn’t mean he could mess around.
I pushed open the supply closet door and was immediately assaulted by a thick cloud of pungent weed smoke.
“Holy shit,” I said, waving my hand in front of my face as the door shut behind me.
“What’s up, dots?”
I stared, open mouthed, as Noah sat on a small step stool, taking a hit of a joint.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said, pissed beyond belief. Not only had he skipped out on everyone, but he decided to get high, too? That was beyond unacceptable.
He looked around like I was talking to someone else.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You can’t smoke in here, let alone smoke pot.”
He laughed. “Calm yourself, dots. It’s just a little weed.”
“What if someone smelled it?”
“Everyone is in those theaters for the next two hours. The smell will be long gone by then.”
He stood up and stretched, taking another deep hit.
“Oh my god, Noah, put that shit out.”
Shrugging, he licked his fingers then pinched the end. He pulled a plastic bag from his back pocket, dropped the pinched joint in, and slipped it away.
“You are unbelievable,” I said, practically shaking with fury.
“Calm down, dots. I do this all the time.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, this is so fucking stupid. And where did you go earlier?”
He stepped closer to me, his eyes suddenly intense. “You look fucking cute when you’re angry.”
I stepped back, putting more distance between us. I wasn’t letting him charm his way out of anything.
“Answer me, where did you go?”
“I had some shit to take care of.”
“So that’s fine, you can just run off and skip out on work? Smoke some weed in the supply closet?”
He shook his head. “I’ve had a bad night, dots. I don’t need this from you.”
“You’ve had a bad night? Poor baby, must be rough smoking whenever you feel like it, and coming and going as you please.”
I was pissed. He was so spoiled and entitled, and such an asshole. And he was trying to defend himself too, which only made it worse. I couldn’t believe I was hung up on him, when he was nothing but a rich jerk. He may have been beautiful, but he was beyond frustrating.