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Part Three: New York, the Upper East Side

Whitney Tyrrell, author

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                  “Oh my gosh I will never remember any of this.” I hit my head on the desk in the library.

“You’ll be fine why are you so worried? It’s one thing.” Soph held the notecard up.

“I don’t know, I give up.” I sighed and she flipped the card.

“See, it’s not that bad. You’re fine.” She put the card down.

“Thanks for helping me with these finals, I’ve been stressing hardcore.” I pulled my hair up and fixed my glasses.

“Well apparently because you’ve turned me down on going out every single night and your appearance is really lacking. Glasses? Come on.” Dear old Sophie always being blunt.

“Thanks for being so nice about it. I’m busy, I actually need these grades.” I glared.

“I can’t help that I don’t have to study as much.” She held her hands up in innocence.

“Lucky bitch.” I opened up my notes again.

“I know, hey I gotta go I have a dinner date.” She looked at her phone.

“Let me guess Luke. You two are getting serious.” I grinned and she rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, he’s different than those other assholes.” I saw her cheeks redden.

“Well if you say so, just watch your heart.” I watched her get up and grab her things.

“Don’t worry I will, I’ll talk to you later.” She blew me a kiss and walked off.

I went back to studying for another hour before I was awoken suddenly by a hand on my back.

“You need some help studying?” It was that voice.

“You scared the shit out of me.” I held my chest.

“Well I’m sorry.” He sat down beside me.

“What are you doing?” My voice turned cold.

“Well aren’t we cheerful?” He messed with one of my pens.

“The last time we spoke you nearly shoved me out of your life, literally.” I felt my blood boil.

“I’m sorry about that, truly I am. I just have a private life that I prefer to stay private.” Our eyes made contact and I felt the bolt of electricity again.

“You’re like Christian Grey or Edward Cullen aren’t you?” My book references went right over his head.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand.” His face was confused.

“You’re like a freaky sex guy or masochistic aren’t you?” I gave more detail.

“No not even close, sorry.” He laughed a little.

“Well then what is it because I’m not going to play these stupid games anymore.” I crossed my arms and he looked irritated.

“I can’t tell you, at least not yet. You’re just going to have to trust me.” He sighed.

“I’m tired of having to trust you all the time and not knowing. You know so much about me and I know nothing about you.” I pulled my hair out and let my long locks fall into place.

“That’s my fault and I’m sorry but I really can’t tell you, I like you too much.” He reached over and touched my hand.

“Yeah it sure as hell is your fault, if you really liked me you’d tell me the truth. This is just ridiculous.” I pulled my hand away.

“Alright fine, come with me.” He stood up.

“Where are we going?” I started putting my things away.

“You’ll find out, are you coming or not?” He waited somewhat impatiently.

“Hold your horses.” I gathered up the rest of my things and got up.

“After this you’ll never look at me the same, you’ll hate me probably.” He opened his car door and followed after me.

“Joe, take me to work.” I saw Joe give Noah a questionable look.

“Are you sure, sir?” He was very wary.

“Yes. Now.” His voice got stern.

“Where are we going?” I fixed the dress I was wearing.

“You’ll see. Don’t look at anyone when we arrive head straight to the back where my office is and I’ll tell you my story there.” We head down a dark alley and I felt like I was in a fiction novel.

“Where are we?” The car stopped in front of a trashy door.

“Work. Come on. Please stay close.” He held me tight.

“What do you do?” I was a little scared.

We walked inside and there were card games going on left and right, there were men surrounding the tables and all of them looked plenty wealthy. I knew what this place was now, it was an underground casino, he ran an illegal casino. My eyes were wide and I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real life or a story.

“Keep up.” He pulled my arm and we headed to the back.

“You can’t just do this! You can’t run an illegal casino!” I freaked a little.

“Just listen, sit down.” He pointed to a chair and I obeyed.

“This job it’s a family business, I’m a billionaire because of this job Bee. My dad was in the mafia for a long time when he met my mom they changed their identities and tried living the white picket fence life. But my dad craved this life too much so he started an underground casino and it built from there. I’ve been learning the trade for as long as I can remember I’ve seen my own uncle get shot right out there because he cheated the game. This is my life Bee.” He looked so natural but I knew my face looked terrified.

“Get me out of here. I’m not cut out for this sort of shit.” I felt my breathing quicken and I knew I was going into a panic attack.

“Please just calm down, I trusted you enough to let you in on my life, my secret, you can’t tell anyone.” His eyes pleaded.

“I won’t be I need to go now.” I got up and headed for the door before he stopped me.

“Please don’t leave.” He grabbed my hands.

“Why shouldn’t I?” I stared at him.

“We could be great for each other. That’s why.” His serious expression shocked me.

“I’m not getting into this kind of lifestyle sorry but no.” I wasn’t going to ruin my life and get thrown in prison for being involved.

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking you to give me a chance.” I saw a smirk on his face.

“Why? It’s like out of the blue all the sudden you want to be with me when you’ve ignored me for almost the entire year.” I was not letting him get off with just a smile.

“I’ve done a lot of thinking since then.” I watched his shoulders relax.

“Really it took you that long to think things over? We had a one night stand and then sort of a date.” I was pissed all over again.

“I’m sorry. I’ll let you go.” He moved and opened the door for me.

“You’re going to let me go again? You’re pathetic.” I moved past him briskly and headed for the door.

“Bee, stop wait!” I heard him run after and once I walked out the doors the overcast skies had turned into a full blown down pour.

“What? What do you want from me? I’ve tried to make this work, but obviously you don’t want it to. I don’t know why but every time I’m around you I feel electricity running between us somehow connecting us and I can’t get enough. I guess I thought we had energy, chemistry but I guess it’s a one way street on that one.” I let the rain drench me I didn’t care.

“It’s not a one way, I feel the same way. I don’t know I just crave you, when you’re not around I lose my mind thinking of what you could be doing or who you could be with. I don’t share and I don’t want to share you. Ever.” He walked out from under the cover and let the rain soak him.

“Then you’ll have to trust me, I can’t be the only one trusting you, you have to trust me as well.” I pulled my dress down a little.

“I can trust you.” He smiled.

“So what does this mean? What’s next for us?” I let his hands grasp my waist.

“A date, or two or many more.” We both smiled.

“I like the sound of that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go.” He leaned down and kissed me hard, letting our sense join each other I felt the electric pull bringing us together and let myself get lost in his kiss.

Getting lost in Noah was easy and he felt the same for me, our connection was undeniable and our chemistry was oddly obvious. The kisses that followed that one kiss were proof of that. Giving all of me to him was as easy as writing my name.

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Whitney Tyrrell, short story author

Hi everyone! I'm Whitney Tyrrell, I graduated from Neligh-Oakdale High School in 2012 so this is my second year at Northeast! I love writing and I've always...

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