"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

"What the actual hell, beac- I mean, Alice?!" I hissed.


Alice, the beach ignored me and strutted forward, handing over her third shopping bag to her 'waiting woman.' I cursed under my breath, and followed after her, wondering under which unlucky star, I was condemned to shop with her.


It was later in the day, after Alice had dropped the crybaby- I mean, the Zain bomb on us. We couldn't make a scene at the breakfast table, because of well...the queen a very displeased queen, might I add, because come on, why would anyone want to tolerate an influx of unwanted guests, all at once?


Now, here we were, shopping for tonight's introductory ceremony of Noah. I didn't want to shop because I had packed enough clothes for every kind of occasion, but, Quinn and Anna had insisted, and I had to eventually comply.


Chapter 32. alice beach