I Was Never Yours - Episode 10
06-09-25 (15:21)
I took a quick shower before rushing to the closet. I
had to find the perfect dress but somehow none of the
designer clothes in my closet seemed appropriate. I
realized that I was too excited for this to be normal but
that analysis could wait for now. I went through dress
after dress until finally settling for a lilac sleeveless
dress. It was cinched at the waist and launched into a
poofy skirt which came just above my knees. It had a
sweetheart neckline so allowed me to wear my
favourite necklace. I slipped on some strappy heels
and ran a brush through my hair. I didn't want to
overdo it so after running a hand through my hair, I
quickly applied some peach-flavoured lip gloss and
mascara. I grabbed my bag and shawl from the bed
and rushed downstairs.
Zach was on the phone when I got down but he
quickly shut his phone off when he saw me. I smiled
at him and blushed when I realized that he was
checking me out. I averted my gaze and let him
continue. It was the first time I'd made an attempt to
dress nicely, otherwise around him I was always in
jeans and baggy sweaters. He too for a change wasn't
wearing a suit but casual jeans and a crisp blue shirt
which went really well with his eyes. I tried not to
stare but failed miserably. We stood in the middle of
the living room awkwardly, waiting for someone to
break the silence. The staff was watching us curiously
as if waiting for one of us to throw a tantrum. I bet
they were surprised when Zach said what he did.
"You look beautiful." He smiled and I knew the
traitorous red tinge was beginning to colour my cheeks
again.
I muttered a feeble thank you and allowed him to lead
me outside. He told me to wait at the porch and I was
surprised to not see the usual limo waiting for us.
Instead, Zach jogged up to the side of the house and I
heard the rev of an engine some moments later. My
mouth fell open as he came into view, driving what
could be nothing but a Lamborghini Murcielago. Oh
wow.
He stopped the car in front of me and the car door
lifted up. I gingerly took my seat, appreciating the
interior. I'd never been a car person myself and had
always preferred my bike to dad's expensive car
collection but even I knew a beauty when I saw one.
"You like it?" Zach asked me, smirking slightly.
Right, of course I was making a total idiot of myself
staring at his car like that. I needed to act more grown-
up, more mature. Now how would a mature person
respond to the question?
"The leather...it's very smooth," I said after a while and
Zach laughed loudly as he drove out of the house.
Jerk, I thought to myself as I crossed my arms in front
of me.
He kept laughing until we pulled up in front of a dainty
looking café in Brooklyn. I immediately started
panicking; I knew way too many people in this area to
not experience another incident like the one at the
airport. I opened my mouth to say something but Zach
was already out of the car. He was coming to my side
and my brain refused to think. Say something Ari! I
thought to myself but I was coming up blank.
"Why did we come here Zach?" I asked him innocently
as he led us to the café. I cautiously checked the area,
knowing I was being paranoid.
"This place has the best coffee in the city, trust me."
I nodded as we entered the homely looking café with
its baby blue walls and mouth-watering smell. I was
surprised why I hadn't been to the place before since I
had spent most of my time here with Noah. We were
seated by a friendly lady whose hair had whitened
completely. I allowed the smell of warm chocolate to
soothe me as I finally stopped looking outside the
windows for someone familiar.
We were just going through the menu when Zach's
phone buzzed. It wouldn't stop ringing so he shot me
an apologetic smile and left the café to receive the call.
I signaled for him to leave and busied myself with
going through the list of all the amazing breakfast
options. I was absolutely starving.
I didn't hear the bell tinkle when the door to the café
opened. I didn't hear a man approach the counter and
in his baritone voice order a double chocolate mocha. I
didn't hear his cup drop to the floor moments later but
what I did hear was a voice say my name and that
voice sent shocking fear all through my body.
"Ari," he breathed and I whipped my head around to
convince myself that I was delusional.
I wasn't dreaming. He was standing there looking
exactly as I'd left him. He wore a shirt a size too big
for him; his jeans were faded not because they had
been styled that way but because of the number of
times they'd been washed. His brown messy hair
somewhat obscured his blue-grey eyes. But it was in
those very eyes that I noticed a change. They weren't
light and shining as they once had been. His face
looked tired and there were bags under his eyes. There
was light stubble on his face, something he detested.
Right now his face was a mask of shock and I knew it
mirrored my expression.
Noah. There he was, the love of my life standing a few
feet from me and I couldn't just go and run into his
arms. With shaking legs I got up and started walking
towards him and he did the same. The café was room-
sized so we were within a two-feet distance in a
matter of minutes. Noah stood in front of me, looking
like he'd seen a ghost. I drank in his face, a pang of
longing alerting me how much I'd missed him.
"It's really you?" he whispered as he gently touched
my face. I closed my eyes and relished his touch.
Every inch his fingers travelled sent shockwaves of
pleasure throughout my body. The tone of disbelief
was so heartbreaking and full of love that I nearly
broke down there and then.
I should've thought more, I should've weighed the pros
and cons. I should've realized the consequences of my
actions but I didn't. I threw my arms around him and
buried my face in his chest. His arms automatically
went around me, pulling me to him tightly as he
lowered his face into my hair, breathing me in like he
usually did.
I didn't know when the tears started coming out but
before I knew it I was sobbing into his chest, crying
like I had never cried before. They were tears of joy,
of grief, of loss and of love. I cried as Noah ran his
hands over my back soothingly.
"Shh Ari, everything's going to be okay. I'm here now,"
he said and I nodded, believing him. I didn't want to
let him go, not ever. I was aware that people were
watching us and my cheeks burned in embarrassment.
Noah only had to look once before understanding what
I was thinking. He led us outside, arms still wrapped
around me and I still hadn't loosened my hold on him.
When the cold air hit my body I began to think more
clearly. I lifted my head from Noah's chest and wiped
away the tears that blurred my vision. I looked all
around for the car that I knew would stand out in its
surroundings. It wasn't here, he wasn't here.
My mind whirled as I started to comprehend the
situation I was in. Had Zach planned this all along?
Would that explain his absence? Had he set up Noah
and me?
As much as I wanted to figure out my husband's
actions I had a much more important issue to deal
with. I looked at Noah who was looking at me
worriedly; was it finally time to tell him the truth?
"Ari, do you want me to take you home?" he asked
and I knew which home he meant. He'd never let me
out of his sight until he knew what had happened a
month ago.
"Yes," I sighed as he grabbed my hand and entwined
our fingers. Zach wanted me to do this, I told myself;
I'm doing nothing wrong, I repeated, this was
necessary. But a voice at the back of my mind was
saying something else entirely.
You want him to take you back, Ari.
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There you go ladies and gentleman, Noah is in the
house! 
So Team Zach or Team Noah? Oh and do you think
Zach did this on purpose? :O Don't forget to leave a Comment 
