Chantelle sighed as she sat on the sofa, flicking through the pages of her book. "I've told you all ready. I don't mix business with pleasure."
"All right, all right, no need to tell me twice. But tonight, I want you to go to Noah," Ronan explained.
Chantelle didn't understand where Ronan was heading. Ronan began to outline his plan to her. With a devilish smirk plastered on her face, Chantelle nodded slowly but surely, looking forward to what she was about to do tonight.
***
In the heavy downpour of rain, Noah was riding his horse back to the stable after doing some late night practicing. Leonardo was tired and hated getting wet so he had gone back inside to dry himself off and go to sleep.
Noah jumped off the horse and held it by its rails, and then put it back into its section of the huge horses stable. Chantelle entered the stable from the other end, dressed in an incredibly low cut white mini dress, which was now see through because of the heavy rain.
Noah locked the wooden rail of the horse's stable, and then put the keys on the small table that he kept all of his little accessories on. "Shit," Noah murmured. He realized how wet he was. He pulled his white shirt off his body, and used it to dry his body off, including his face and hair. Now, all that he was wearing was his jeans.
When Noah turned around, he almost passed out in shock to see someone walking up to him at this time of night. It was Chantelle.
"What are you doing here?" Noah asked her bitterly. The last thing he wanted was trouble.
"There's something really important I need to talk to you about Ronan," Chantelle explained, her tone of voice rushed and seeming impatient.
Noah sighed deeply. "Look, Chantelle, don't start thinking that Ronan is a bad person. He loves you with all of his heart. After the day he met you, all he ever did was talk about you, and you can't deny that. You should be happy."
Chantelle shook her head, denying what Noah had just said. "Ronan doesn't love anything except from alcohol. It's been fifteen days and there's been no relationship between us both, nothing like a normal husband and wife would do." Chantelle looked as if she was about to burst into tears.
Little did Noah know that as Chantelle was saying all this, it was all being recorded with a camera and Ronan was watching it in his room, and it was all part of the plan.
"Why didn't you tell me that your brother was an alcoholic, Noah? Why?" Chantelle continued, making her voice as dramatic as she could.
"If I'd have known that you didn't want him, I would have never sacrificed him for you." Noah retorted. "But when I split up with you, the pair of you seemed to fall in love very fast." Noah spoke in an incredibly bitter tone.
"Well, it was kinda harsh that we were both together and then you suddenly had this girlfriend called Polly, who I've never even seen before! What else was I meant to do?" Chantelle argued.
"Polly isn't my girlfriend, you idiot! I don't know anyone called Polly! I made her up!" Noah said in defense, wondering why Chantelle couldn't have even figured that out.
"Oh, Noah ..." Chantelle murmured.
"I loved you so much, so, so much ..." Noah mumbled. The words tumbled out of his mouth and he hadn't even wanted them to do so.
"You loved me?" Chantelle whispered, unable to believe her ears.
"This is amazing," Ronan said as he watched the clip. "She's almost as good at acting as I am. It's just like a movie." He nodded in great approval as Chantelle continued to talk.
"Why did you hide it? Why?" Chantelle went on to Noah, and she truly looked as if she was going to cry any moment now.
Noah turned away from her, unable to face her.
"I'm sorry, Chantelle. I made a mistake." These were the only words that he could manage.
"Oh Noah ..." she cried, and then hugged him, pressing his naked chest against her. Noah sighed, his body burning with desire for her. Without a word between them both, he pulled her in for a hungry kiss.
Since Chantelle's dress was so low cut and loose, it seemed to slip off with great ease. Noah's hands slid over her arched back, and Chantelle felt the clasp of her bra pop open. She continued to kiss him fervently and passionately, not wanting to stop, and she was feeling pulses of electricity running through my body. She arched her body closer to his, her breathing becoming louder and faster as her heart hammered rapidly against her chest. His breathing mirrored hers, and his hands stroked down her back, reaching the sensitive small area of her back until she squirmed into him even more. Her hands rushed down his body, and she traced the perfect planes of his chest with her searching hands: his muscles were perfect, every outline, every little detail of them. His chest was so smooth and muscular it made her sigh with pleasure. He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, throwing her bra to the corner of the stable where it landed with a light thud. Chantelle's hands found his belt, which she quickly unfastened, becoming impatient with the buckle. Finally, it came off and he slid the jeans off. He pulled her on top of him onto the straw, and she briefly let go of him to remove her knickers, that minute seemed to last forever. As soon as she was done, he pulled her back to him and kissed her neck so passionately her breath caught. She moaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He rolled them both over and started slowly to progress with the kissing down to her shoulder, working softly down to her breasts. His tongue tenderly traced the shape of her nipple, then he continued on down to her tummy until he got to the tips of her thighs. He stroked the insides of her thighs, then agonizingly slow, he started kissing her below there. She moaned again, this time louder, and he stopped all too soon. His lips were at her mouth again and she could feel him inside her, his own stomach pressed against hers. He gasped, letting himself take a breath, but just another minute later, she felt him entering her again, and then he was thrusting with all the force he had. Her body reacted to his, and they were both rocking until they were both hot and sweaty. Not that they stopped. She felt herself climbing higher towards climax, and felt him deep inside her, filling her with pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but scream his name. Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t breathe at all. His moans were so loud, it turned her on even more, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure. He was so perfect. He kissed her again, beginning softly, but getting harder and harder and harder and harder…
Ronan watched the screen as he saw Noah and Chantelle make love to each other. He didn't even bother averting his eyes; he watched them both with great interest.
"What a climax," he murmured. "She marries the younger brother and sleeps with the older one ..."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
WHEN THE DEVIL INSIDE WAS UNLEASHED
Noah went down to the stud farm night club. For the first time in his life, he was drinking alcohol. He drank in frustration, downing more and more shots as he remembered what happened between himself and Chantelle. The way they'd kissed, the way he'd made love to her, what they did to each other, the way they'd touched each other ...
Since Chantelle's dress was so low cut and loose, it seemed to slip off with great ease. Noah's hands slid over her arched back, and Chantelle felt the clasp of her bra pop open. She continued to kiss him fervently and passionately, not wanting to stop, and she was feeling pulses of electricity running through my body. She arched her body closer to his, her breathing becoming louder and faster as her heart hammered rapidly against her chest. His breathing mirrored hers, and his hands stroked down her back, reaching the sensitive small area of her back until she squirmed into him even more. Her hands rushed down his body, and she traced the perfect planes of his chest with her searching hands: his muscles were perfect, every outline, every little detail of them. His chest was so smooth and muscular it made her sigh with pleasure. He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, throwing her bra to the corner of the stable where it landed with a light thud. Chantelle's hands found his belt, which she quickly unfastened, becoming impatient with the buckle. Finally, it came off and he slid the jeans off. He pul
led her on top of him onto the straw, and she briefly let go of him to remove her knickers, that minute seemed to last forever. As soon as she was done, he pulled her back to him and kissed her neck so passionately her breath caught. She moaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He rolled them both over and started slowly to progress with the kissing down to her shoulder, working softly down to her breasts. His tongue tenderly traced the shape of her nipple, then he continued on down to her tummy until he got to the tips of her thighs. He stroked the insides of her thighs, then agonizingly slow, he started kissing her below there. She moaned again, this time louder, and he stopped all too soon. His lips were at her mouth again and she could feel him inside her, his own stomach pressed against hers. He gasped, letting himself take a breath, but just another minute later, she felt him entering her again, and then he was thrusting with all the force he had. Her body reacted to his, and they were both rocking until they were both hot and sweaty. Not that they stopped. She felt herself climbing higher towards climax, and felt him deep inside her, filling her with pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but scream his name. Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t breathe at all. His moans were so loud, it turned her on even more, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure. He was so perfect. He kissed her again, beginning softly, but getting harder and harder and harder and harder…
He continued to drink more and more shots as he watched the dancers dance on the dance floor happily. The way some people were dancing was not a pretty sight. Soon, he was flushed out of his thoughts when Alice walked up to him.
"Cheers," she grinned. She was also drunk. They clunked their glasses together and then she stared at him. She looked very nice, in a very revealing blue dress, and her make-up was done perfectly. "You know, Noah," she began, "my thoughts are that a girl is a lucky girl, when in the absence of her, a guy thinks of her, and a girl is unlucky, when in the presence of her, people are thinking about something else." She paused. "I think I'm unlucky."
"Why do you say that?" Noah asked, as it was clear that she was trying to make a conversation with him.
"Because I thought that when I was in your presence, you would forget all of your problems and your tension. But you ..." She laughed, not wanting to finish off her sentence. "Can you tell me one thing? What do you think of me?"
Noah stared at her. "If there's someone I needed the most today, that person would be you. I don't know what I'd do without you," Noah told her what she exactly wanted to hear.
"Really?" Alice gasped, giggling. "You've made my evening. Listening to what you had to say has made me feel amazing! But it would make me feel even better, if you took that thought and ..."
"And what?" Noah asked.
Alice gave him a small, sneaky smile and walked off, naughty thoughts entering her mind. She cleared the dance floor and burst into song about touching and kissing. She really was drunk.
All I see
In this touch...
What's the fun? Ah Ah
Do you know what I mean?
Mmmm
Sup Sup
Oooooo
Can I get ya?
Oooooo
Can I touch ya?
Oooooo
Can I get ya?
Oooooo
Can I touch ya?
Touch me a little,
Kiss me a little.
Hold me a little.
A little... Ooo Ooo...
touch me, touch me, touch me
A little...
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
A little...
Hold me, hold me, hold me
A little...
ooo ooo...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
Dum da dum da dum...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
Touch me a little,
Kiss me a little.
Hold me a little.
A little... Ooo Ooo...
touch me, touch me, touch me
A little...
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
A little...
Hold me, hold me, hold me
A little...
ooo ooo...
I love the way you're touching me, feeling me
Boy I'm gonna be rebelling
Boy my little secrets
Gonna let you know
That when you put your arms around me
I love the way you surround me
Oh boy I'm gonna lose control...
I'm waiting for you,
i love you.
it's only your intoxication,
i don't have control on me.
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
Dum da dum da dum...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
touch me, touch me, touch me
A little...
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
A little...
Hold me, hold me, hold me
A little...
ooo ooo...
One time touch me like this
I like what you want
What you give is a risk
Two times, touch me like this
...
Three times touch me by far
Gets over here comes the crazy with me in my car
Its one time touch me like this
I know what you want, what you can, what you say.. My lover
there is no pain in heart
but the grief of distance is teasing me.
don't let my footsteps mislead,
i am giving you swear of my life.
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
Dum da dum da dum...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
touch me, touch me, touch me
A little...
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
A little...
Hold me, hold me, hold me
A little...
ooo ooo...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless.
Dum da dum da dum...
Without you, in this world,
I'm restless...
As she sang, Noah continued to remember Chantelle and the way they'd made love, but then he saw Chantelle actually walk in. Noah stared at her for a long moment to make sure that he wasn't dreaming - and then dragged her out when no-one was watching.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, his voice shaking with rage.
"I was missing you," Chantelle said innocently in a sickeningly sweet voice, trying to hug him. He pushed her away so hardly that she almost toppled over.
"The thing that happened yesterday - forget it! It was a mistake!" Noah shouted.
"A mistake?" Chantelle repeated. "We both want each other!"
"We did want each other!" Noah corrected. "Whatever happened, it's over!"
"Noah, I want to stay with you, not your brother! Just tell him about our relationship, and I'll get a divorce from him, and then we can get married!" Chantelle was talking as if she was a six year old living in a little dream world.
"Are you out of your mind?!" Noah snapped. "It can't happen!" He quickly changed tack. "I hate you, you little whore. Did you really think that we'd be more than a one night stand? You've been snogging Ronan day in and day out, and sleeping with him for all I know - and now you're bored of him you come back to me so that I can fulfill you? But no, Chantelle, you've got it wrong, I'm not that kind of person! So how about you just get the fuck out of here and let me get on with my life?"
"You know what?" Chantelle said angrily. "You're not kidding anyone! If you won't tell him, I will!"
"You won't do anything like that!" Noah shouted, pulling her back. Chantelle snatched her arm back and walked back to her car, where Ronan was waiting for her.
"What next?" Chantelle asked him.
"Well, the gun's ready," Ronan said hotly
. "Now all we have to do is pull the trigger."
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE ACCUSATION IN THE OFFICE
Noah and Alice were sat together in their office. Alice had completely forgotten about what she'd done at the club, and was now acting normally. They both did their paperwork together, but stopped abruptly when they saw Ronan storm into the room, his face full of anger.
"I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Ronan shouted, his voice like venom. "I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him!"
"What's wrong, Ronan?" Noah asked, shutting his laptop, concerned. "Who are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Chantelle!" Ronan yelled, hitting his hands on the desk. "She's having an affair with someone!"
Noah gulped, and stood up on his feet, because that someone was him.
"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" Ronan roared, smashing a vase of flowers on to the floor, the water making the carpet go damp.
"That's ridiculous, Ronan," Noah said, walking over to his brother. "You've got it wrong. Chantelle isn't like that, I know it."
"It's a fact!" Ronan yelled. "Everyday, she goes to meet someone secretly! Yesterday, she came home at two o'clock at night! I asked her where she was, and she replied that whoever she meets and whatever she does, what has it got to do with me? This is the respect I get from my so called wife!"
"Look, Ronan, before you start pinning the blame on Chantelle, think about what you've been doing with her," Alice told Ronan in an incredibly sweet, soft voice. "You've been married for such a long time now, but you're not making her happy at all. She's not been happy for a single moment."
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