The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 83

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Sierra.

I kill the engine and just sit there, gripping the wheel. My breaths come slow and shaky,in the silence of the car. For a few minutes, I do nothing but stare at the black SUV, my mind racing with all kind of possibilities.

Finally, I decide I can’t just sit here. Either I face this or I leave my car in the street all day. Neither option appeals to me. With my jaw clenched, I shove the door open and step out, and approach the vehicle. The dark windows reveal nothing, which only makes my pulse pound harder.

I rap on the glass once. Nothing.

Twice. Silence.

Frustration surges hot under my skin, pushing past the fear. My fists curl, and I rap harder. Still I get nothing.

Fine. If whoever this is thinks they can sit outside my house without explanation, they’ve picked the wrong driveway. I pull out my phone, thumb hovering over the keypad.

“Who are you calling?”

The deep voice cuts through the air, low and familiar. My breath stutters.

I freeze, every muscle locking tight, before whipping my head up, and there he is. Grey eyes boring into mine. Noah.

“The police,” I snap, my frown deepening. “Who else?”

After the morning I’ve had, and then finally finding a little peace with Adrian at the café, the last person I want to see or deal with is Noah.

“Why are you calling the police?” he asks, tone flat, his expression unreadable.

I blink at him, stunned. Was he seriously asking me that? What kind of dumb question is that?

My mouth drops open, then I let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know, Noah. Maybe because there’s a strange car parked in front of my garage?”

“You didn’t know it was me?”

I throw my hands up. “How the fuck would I know it was you? The windows are tinted!”

His jaw ticks, like he’s about to argue, but I cut him off before he can even get the words out.

“Oh, I get it now.” My voice sharpens, dripping with scorn. “You think just because I was once obsessed with you, I should know everything about you. Even the damn cars you drive. Am I right?”

Noah just arches a brow, his voice low and calm. Too calm.

“Isn’t that the case?”

The words slice through me, brutally. For a moment, I can’t even breathe. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t take them back. He just stares at me, cool and controlled. And somehow, that makes me angrier than if he’d screamed in my face.

His smug tone crawls under my skin, stoking the fire in my chest. I take deep breathe, trying to control my anger before I do something irrational.

I narrow my eyes, but I still can’t help but think; Is that really how he sees me? Some weirdo who butts into his life and memorizes every single detail?

God, thinking about it now, I can almost understand why he always found me so pathetic. If this is what he thought of me, no wonder he used to call me pathetic.

Neither of us says anything, but it’s not surprising. Noah and I never really talked much. He ignored me, and I learned to keep my mouth shut in his presence.

He sighs, low and rough, then reaches for the handle. Before he can open it, I slam my palm against the metal and push it shut with a hard bang.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand, my palm still pressed hard against the door.

A frown creases between his brows. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting out of the car. I need to talk to you.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I snap, my voice pitching higher than I’d like. “We were trending just a few days ago and now this? What if there are paparazzi lurking around?”

The thought alone makes my stomach twist.

The articles about us, disappeared the same day they were published. Every single one. There hasn’t been anything about that incident since that day. Lilly told me the company had taken a hit, but not a fatal one. Their spotless, long-standing reputation smothered the flames before they could spread too far.

“Why do you think I’m in this car instead of my usual ones?” he cuts in, his tone cool, almost smug.

His words drag me out of my thoughts, but they only irritate me more. My jaw clenches. “Am I supposed to answer that?” I shoot back. “Either way, you need to leave, Noah. Now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”

I glare at him, but the stubborn tick of his jaw tells me everything. He isn’t bluffing. He’s stubborn to his core. One of those traits I both loved and hated about him.

“Fine,” I mutter, almost stomping my foot like a child. “But you’re not getting out of the car.”

I spin on my heel, storm back to my own car, and yank the garage remote from the console. The door rumbles open, and I wave him forward. Noah slides his SUV inside like he owns the place, and the sight alone grates at my nerves.

I pull in after him, parking next to him. My pulse is hammering, adrenaline buzzing in my veins, but I force myself to calm down.

The garage door shuts behind us with a heavy clang, locking us in together. I flip the lights on, illuminating the whole place.

“Come,” I bite out as I push my door open and climb out. “Let’s get this over with.”

Noah trails behind me, his footsteps steady and unhurried. Before I can even think about that talk, I veer toward the corner where Blackie is curled up, making sure she’s fine, and well sorted.

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