NOAH
My private jet landed on the roof of my house, and I held out a hand to help Ciara down.
But she ignored me. She had been doing that a lot.
And that had been happening for a while now. Not that it bothered me or anything though.
We made our way down the rooftop, and I smiled at the sight of my house.
Home sweet home.
I had missed the feel of being in my own house, not having to deal with anyone or anything whenever I didn't feel up to it.
I had picked out the design and layout of the house myself, and Ciara and I walked straight into the living room.
"Are you in perpetual mourning or something? Why the hell is everything black?" she asked, her lips curling into a sneer.
I didn't bother to answer her.
She was mad, I knew. Even madder because of the fact that she had to move from LA all the way back here.
I watched, saying nothing as she turned around, her nose scrunched up as she took it all in.