Page 50 of The Girl I Once Loved

You would think I was someone special…someone awe inspiring.

“Excuse me, sir. But I’m here too,” sasses Daisy, and the effort it seems to take for Noah to drag his gaze from me to Daisy…a girl might think you were in love with a look like that.

Noah grins at Daisy, brushing his long hair out of his face. I pretend to ignore the way his muscles bulge as he moves his arm.

Why does he have to be so fucking hot? Seven years could have made him ugly.

Instead, he’s turned into a god.

If you gathered up all my ideal dream physical traits in a guy and rolled them all up…Noah would be the result.

“Beautiful as always, Daisy,” Noah drawls…but then his gaze comes back to me. He takes his time, his stare licking across my skin, leaving a trail of heat so intense, I feel like I’m burning alive.

He doesn’t say anything about the way I look.

But then again…he doesn’t need to. Because it’s written in the hunger of his gaze. Like he might die if he doesn’t fuck me against the wall right fucking now.

He passes by us, his fingers trailing against mine briefly before he disappears out of the room.

Daisy stares at me and fans her face, mouthing “oh my gosh” dramatically.

I think about socking her in the arm, but because I’m a mature adult now…I manage to hold myself back.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” Daisy asks, as we get into the car that Derrick sent over to take us to the shower.

I roll my eyes at her and shrug.

“You’ve got that look again,” she sighs.

“What look?” I ask innocently.

“The one that tells me you want to fuck Noah Fontaine…”

“Daisy!” I whisper yell in horror, staring up at the driver who is staring steadfastly in front of him, pretending to ignore us.

“What? I know a good “fuck me, please” look when I see one. Next thing you know, you’re in handcuffs and he’s calling you good girl.”

I groan and flop back against the seat. “Think it. Don’t speak it, woman.”

She leans back too and grabs my hand. “I’ll support you in whatever you want to do,” she murmurs more seriously.

I bite down on my lip and glance away from her, staring at the ocean as the car curves around the coast. “That’s never going to happen,” I tell her emphatically. But every word of that sentence feels like a lie. And judging by the way I can feel Daisy’s eyes boring into my skin…she knows it.

I’m saved by the appearance of Derrick’s parent’s house appearing in front of us.

The mansion sits majestically atop a hill, overlooking the breathtaking expanse of the coast, reminiscent of the glamor of a Kennedy compound. The sprawling estate exudes opulence and refinement, its pristine white walls contrasting beautifully with the deep blue of the ocean beyond. As we approach the entrance, I can't help but be awed by the sheer grandeur of the place.

Of course, I’d seen the place in high school, but after all these years, I’d forgotten just how gorgeous it was.

The driveway leading up to the mansion is lined with meticulously manicured gardens bursting with vibrant blooms, adding a splash of color to the otherwise pristine landscape. Towering palm trees sway gently in the coastal breeze, their fronds rustling like a soothing lullaby.

The mansion itself is a masterpiece of architectural elegance. Its white facade is adorned with regal columns, evoking a sense of timeless charm. The windows, framed in intricate gold trim, catch the sunlight and cast a warm, inviting glow.

“You’re going to be fucking rich,” I murmur in awe, it hitting me for the first time just what kind of family Daisy is marrying into.

“They’re rich. Not me. That’s not going to change.” I shoot her a look because Derrick’s place that she’s moved into is nothing if not ridiculously fancy as well, and she wrinkles her nose at me.

We pull up in front of the house and the driver hops out and opens our door.

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