Noah/Abel's POV:

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I gnaws at my knuckles. I've just about had it with this girl, nothing is good enough for her. Being nice wasn't good enough, standing up for her doesn't work. What the hell can I do? How am I suppose to morph into this... Perfect guy for Amara, is she hates everybody and everything? Maybe this is one mission I can't do.

Scoffing at the thought. I stand from my bed with the silk sheet hanging loosely around my waist, exposing my V-line.

They couldn't of asked anyone better to do this mission. She'll crack, they always do.

"I think you should leave before she sees you leaving my house." I call from over my shoulder at the tall blonde sprawled out in my bed.

Raising her head, Amara's cousin looks me in the eye before realizing where she is.

"Oh, fuck!" She yells before hoping off my bed. As she gathers her clothes, she rants on about not telling Amara.

The entire she was talking, I'd roll my eyes. For the sake of my mission, I can't allow Amara to know I slept with her cousin. The question is, why doesn't Juliette want her to know?

"Why can't she know?" I arch a brow as I cross my arms over my chest.

The blonde looks at me dumbfounded. "I just don't think it's best."

Before she exits the bedroom, I step infront of her and rest my arm against the door frame. Looking down at her, I twirl a piece of her hair between my fingers.

"Why? Would she get mad?"

Giving me what seems like a pitifull, Juliette places her hand on mine and pushes it away.

"I'm not exactly single." She scrunches her nose. "I'm in the process of getting a divorce, not that that is what I want." She huffs while looking away.

"So." I force a smile. "She would be mad at you because I'm your rebound, one night stand. And since she hates me, she'd be disappointed in you?"

Confusion smacked it's self across her face as she raised a brow. "I didn't know she hates you but, yes she'd be disappointed."

I nod my head as if I care and understand. "So we agree, we shouldn't tell her and this won't happen again." Because all I needis to fuck this mission up, if I haven't already.

"Woah." She presses her painted nails softly against my bare chest. "Nobody said it has to end."

"Actually, I did. Just now." I move away from the door with a smirk plastered on my face.

"Eh, probably for the better anyhow." She shrugs. "Thanks for a good night."

I watch as she walks down the stairs and leaves. I'm still surprised she showed up after I called, no actually I'm not. Easy women aren't hard to get, that's why they're easy.

As I enter back into my bedroom, I peer out my window. Amara's light is on, which means she's home. Hopefully she didn't see her cousin leave my house. Just to confirm, I'm going to talk to her. She's got a big mouth along with an even bigger attitude, if she saw she'd let me know.

Just as I start throwing my sweatpants on, I hear loud yelling coming from outside. Quickly I pull my sweats up, and March down stairs. The closer I get to my front door, the louder the yelling becomes.

Shit, did she find out? If she did, my mission might as well be over. Along with how ever long I had left on this planet. Taking a deep breath, I swing the door open. To my relief, she's not in my yard. Thank the God above.

"Hey."I call as I travel from my yard to hers.

"Don't fuck with me right now." She growls as I step infront of her.

God, she's a fiesty little shit. "Having trouble with your bike?" I pray it's the bike that's pissed her off.

Sighing, she looks me in the eye before standing to her feet. Dusting her knees off, she combs her brown hair back with her fingers. Holding her hair still on her head, she point to the bike with her free hand.

"I don't even know what's wrong with it, it's a bike for crying out loud. It has a chain and that's about it."

Dumbfounded, I look at her and shrug. "So what's wrong with it?"

"The piece of shit peddles won't budge."

"Do you need to be somewhere?" I question as she lights a cigarette.

"I'm going to an interview, or at least I was." She narrows her brows and crosses her arms over her chest.

"I could give you a ride." I offer as I watch her face shift into a humorous grin.

"I'd rather walk." Her smile drops as she picks up her purse.

I went to stop her by grabbing her wrist but, I've learned not to.

"Amara, just let me give you a ride."

Freezing in her spot, she turns to me with a blank expression.

"Fine."

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I've been sitting in the car for over a damn hour. How long do interviews go on for? Looking out the window with my patience growing thin, I see Amara angrily marching down the parking lot. By the look on her face, I know it didn't go well.

Once she reached my car, she opens the door, slides in and gently closes the door.

I don't know what to. Do I ask her how it went? Looking at her face, that's a no go. It seems the smart thing to do is just let it go. It's her problem not mine. Although if she confides in me maybe, I can get closer and get that flash drive.

"If you want, you can drop me off there." She points to the bus stop across the street as I pull out of the parking lot.

"I can just take you where ever you need to go." I watch as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I'm good." She shifts to show me she's closing herself off.

"Where do you want to go?" Keeping my eyes back on the road, I pass the bus stop.

"The bus stop."

Rolling my eyes, I grit me teeth. "Amara, don't make this difficult. Where do you want to go?"

"The bar." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks out the window. "And before you say anything, I don't give a shit if it's only nine in the morning. I don't need your judgement."

Juliette's words replayed in my head. "You're such an alcoholic." I'll admit I'm a dick who doesn't care about others but, that was low.

"Alright, let's go get day drunk." I shrug as I flick my blinker and turn in the direction of the bar.