Filmed_ An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(39)

“What do you mean?”

“Most girls I’m with don’t give a shit if I’m feeling anxious, so long as I pass the blunt and pay for dinner.” He paused and looked back at me. “I’m trying to figure you out.”

I stopped walking, staring at him. He turned on me, a small frown on his face.

“I don’t want your money or your drugs, Noah. I’m not interested in any of that.”

He stepped closer. “It’s okay if you are, dots. I just want to know what this is.”

I shook my head. “No, that’s not what I want from you.”

His body was inches away from mine, and I could smell his fresh clothes and his sweat. I suddenly realized how nervous I was.

“What do you want, then?”

“I don’t know.”

Without another word, he crushed my mouth with his in a bruising kiss, hungry and deep and more. I melted into him instantly as he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth opening and flooding mine with his perfect taste. As we kissed, ignoring the few people that walked by, I realized I knew exactly what I wanted from him. I wanted to strip off the filters and the fancy camerawork, I wanted to get beyond the costumes, and I wanted to figure out who Noah actually was.

Finally, we pulled apart, and he looked down at me with a burning gaze. I could feel his cock already swelling in his tight pants, pressed up against me.

“That’s what I want,” I whispered.

“I know you do, dots,” he said.

“Just when I thought you weren’t an asshole.”

He grinned, and then kissed me again, briefly but strong. When he pulled away, I felt like my breath went with him.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“Is your friend okay?”

He nodded. “She will be.”

“Next time, just talk to me.”

He moved away, and grabbed my hand. We began to walk toward my apartment in a comfortable silence. I felt like my knees were weak and shaking, and I realized how badly I wanted him to take me up into my room and to rip my clothes off. It was absurd; fifteen minutes ago, I was ready to punch him in the nose. Suddenly I couldn’t get the feeling of his swollen dick out of my mind.

We stopped in front of my apartment.

“I won’t be at work tomorrow or Friday,” he said.

“Why not? More good deeds?”

He laughed. “No, not exactly. I have to go to a premier in L.A. with my dad.”

I nodded. I had almost forgotten about his dad.

“Okay, well, have fun.”

“I won’t. But, speaking of fun, I’m having a party when I get back, on Saturday. It’s at my dad’s east coast house, which is a little north of the city in the suburbs. I want you to come.”

“I will. That sounds fun.”

“I’ll text you.” He grabbed my chin and kissed me softly. I had to resist grabbing him by the hair and crushing his face with mine.

He turned and started to walk back toward campus, and I stood outside of my apartment for a few seconds, catching my breath. I had no idea what to expect from him. I felt like I was meeting a new version of him every single time I saw him. I loved it, I realized. He was like a film with multiple endings, each equally interesting. Finally, I climbed up my stoop, and into my apartment.





Chapter Fourteen


We drove up Kelly Drive, winding along the Schuylkill River, past Boathouse Row and their beautiful year-round white Christmas lights, and up toward the Carterson East Coast Manse. Chris volunteered to drive, Selena volunteered her car, and I volunteered to procure a nice bottle of vodka to keep Selene and I entertained on the way there. Chris didn’t seem to mind; she almost always was the designated driver. Ever responsible, my Chrissy.

The roads out into the suburbs were windy and old, with a sheer cliff wall on the right side, and a beautiful jogging and walking path along the river on the left. We pointed north, passing under bridges and tunnels hewn out of rocks that were at least a hundred years old, and went out toward Chestnut Hill.

I was nervous. Of course I was nervous. I was about to see Noah’s personal life up close for the first time, although it wasn’t as if I were getting a tour. Although, part of me hoped that there were ulterior motives on his part. As far as I knew, it was supposed to be a low-key thing, just a few close friends of his hanging out in his father’s ridiculous house. The weather was warm, and I was wearing a cute and revealing top, but not too revealing, with tight black jeans and small heels. I was trying to walk the line, and felt like I was pulling it off.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see this place,” Selena said, taking a slug of vodka.

“Cool it with that, guys,” Chris warned.

Selena gave me a look and rolled her eyes. She was much less forgiving of Chris’s responsibility than I was. I laughed at her, taking a small sip, feeling good as its warmth filled my stomach.