"What are the odds that you are dared to send a random text to a stranger? And, what are the odds that the stranger happens to be someone you would never have imagined in your wildest fantasies?

Well, the odds are in Chloe's favor. A text conversation which starts as a dare takes a one eighty degree turn when the person behind the screen turns out to be the cockiest, most arrogant, annoying asshat. Despite all this; the flirting, the heart to heart conversations and the late night musings are something they become accustomed to and something which gradually opens locked doors...but, that's not all.  

To top it all off, the guy just might happen to be in the same school and have a reputation for a overly skeptical identity...

""What are you hiding?""

""An awesome body, beneath these layers of clothing ;)""

But, who knows what Noah is really hiding and what are the consequences of this secret?"

A Royal Pain In The Texts

Do you need a reminder of what I am hiding?


WILL IS THE PRINCE OF SOME BLAH BLAH BLAH NATION.


SWEETIE, I KNOW MANY GIRLS...DON'T BE JEALOUS. YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY.


GEEZ, I AM SORRY THAT I AM SO AWESOME THAT YOU FIND IT DISTRACTING.


FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU ANNOYING SOB! I NEED SOB!


I NEED ANSWERS! AND, BTW, IN YOUR CASE SOB MEANS SON OF A BISCUIT!


Chapter 18. It’s too late