CHAPTER 11

CIARA

"Oh hell no. Absolutely not. That is ridiculous. What the hell, man?" I snapped, my voice rising with each word. 

Noah sat before me, his face impassive. 

My mother gave me a stern look, most definitely a look to warn me about using curse language, but I was too pissed to care. 

What Noah was suggesting was an absolute disaster. 

It had been a week since the incident happened. I have had to delete my social media account from how overwhelming everything was. 

All of a sudden, the world, which had no interest in me prior to the image, became focused on me. I was trolled mercilessly.

Women who thought Noah could do better, who speculated and came up with wild, totally absurd and unreasonable, unrealistic scenarios as to how I managed to 'bag' the playboy.