Dress

That night, Noelle's dirty thoughts disappeared when he brought her to a cozy motel, where he sat down for a few seconds in the bed, and went out as soon as the food came out. Cole Rodriguez didn't even touch her hand to stimulate a night, or even took advantage of her broken heart.

Noelle just received… a peck on her forehead. Cole stood there close, but her eyes were on his taunted chest, wanting it to feel pressed in hers, but Noelle was out there, still loving Blake. Still loving the man who hurt her the most.

Cole went out of the room after that and didn't even say anything.

Noelle was left standing in the middle of the room like she's not even that surprised.

She ate her food, thinking of Blake, but Cole was sneaking in on the side, pushing away the sadness. Normally, how much burden does she have to handle at this kind of moment? She was overly sad that the one she had been looking for every day… just disappeared into thin air.

She was called in at the office of A&E for morning errands. Noelle was pretty confused what it was, but she knew it was to sign Cole's offer. Well, she doesn't have anyone to text in the morning anymore, so she headed straight to the bathroom and worked on her hair, her body, and everything else.

Noelle felt refreshed, and when she came out in her bathroom robe, a text message pops out.

"Good morning, Noelle! I'd like to have a word for you in the office. It's me, Cole Rodriguez, and this is my personal number. I hope to see you there in sneakers!"

She got confused on the sneaker's remark. What is it with the sneakers that he wants Noelle to wear it? It sounded absurd. Noelle didn't reply and get ready. Good thing she bought another dress last night with Cole before heading to the motel.

Oh! Is that what it is?! Noelle retrieved the bag from the top of her head and looked at the lace features and its thin physique. The dress doesn't look bad, but it shows off her slender legs. It ends at the start of her thighs, too, an easy access towards her…

"Oh, gosh, why am I so naïve that Cole is naughtier than Blake? This is a simple move and yet, I didn't notice." A trickery smile played along her lips. She let the thin dress fall in the bed and made sure that her perfume blasted Cole's nose when he leaned in to her neck later.

What a plan, Cole, he successfully parted Noelle's thoughts away from Blake.

An hour later, she checked out from the hotel, and put on a delightful smile as she went out.

It was fantastic. Not even a single guy approached her to reserve her privacy nothing more like what Cole did. Noelle should have kept Cole that time and never let him go.

In her white flowy dress, every man who passed through her took a double glance. It's not her fault, it's the only dress that fits in her and the one clean. She had to sneak in to the house Blake and she lives in to retrieve all the items and get that deposit from the latest offer Cole made.

Noelle rode the cab, and maintain a sexy posture while saying, "Take me to the store."

They already know it. The clothing store that branches to a porn station and filming site.

Some of the drivers knew it, but some of them aren't. It wasn't the usual route, but whenever someone told them it's their destination, the driver already knew what they're up to. As for Noelle, the driver can't help looking at her bare legs. She ignored it, but he's getting abusive.

"Please stop sneaking in your eyes in the crack in my legs. You won't see anything there," Noelle scolded. She was on her cell phone and wondering if she should text Cole or not. She's gotten tired of her purpose to be lively on the chat. Noelle is exhausted on pointing out that men should be clean, too.

If their eyes would just loop back to the private part they had been seeking, they're brains are rotting and not even going anywhere.

"Stop there, mister. Here is my fare." Noelle was thinking of giving a tip earlier, but she shrugged it off. She walked in the clothing store in bouncy steps, and wore her flashy shades. She swiped her identification card at the scanner and the time she entered the workplace is the time the dime starts to pile in her bank account.

Well, it's a bonus if there is an exclusive offer from the CEO himself, in which she accepted.

Noelle had to pay her thank you, and it's certainly not in meal or any other thing.

Reaching the employer's elevator, Noelle was fascinated that she reached her hand to press the CEO's office button. No one had the privilege to press it even once for their life. Noelle situated herself on a 5-minute elevator ride at the corner while people come and go.

She's not known here, but sooner, everyone will shake her hands.

As soon as she comes out of the CEO's office, she flaunted her new refurbished sneakers. It's comfortable to wear this kind of clothes at the sunniest day possible. No one is in here to even pick at her and say a tease. It's perfectly normal for her to stay girly while being boyish at the same time.

When she reached the door, Noelle knocked graciously. No one could bend her ego than Cole. For now, she can see the difference. Cole isn't fast, and just takes his time on approaching her, which, in any case, a varied scenario from Blake.

The door opened, and Cole, in his hot, wet hair, stood there, looking at her eyes straight, and didn't even trinkle down his stare to her cleavage. What a respectful man. She should have picked her more than Blake.

"Hi, Cole." Noelle didn't wait for it and just went in, smiling meaningfully.

Cole closed the door, and acted cool. But his insides were screaming. Noelle is too beautiful not to look at the single minute of the day. Cole responded, "Hi, Noelle."

She grinned immediately and turned around, making the skirt flowy.

"Does it look good? You picked this dress for me."

Cole looked at her slender legs and wondered how well it can hold on both sides of his waist.

"You look good, Noelle. Not the dress or anything else. It's you that looks good."