10 - She's a fucking great woman. 

***POV NOAH***

I looked up at the woman lying naked on my bed. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulder; she was sweaty from the sex we'd just had, which made her skin even more delicious. 

“Stay a little longer,” I asked because she was saying she needed to leave. I hugged her body, not bothered by the fact that we were both sweaty and smelling of sex. 

I also had a thousand and one problems to solve, but I wanted to stay here with her. I even turned off my cell phone so as not to be interrupted. 

“It's no use, Noah.” She stood up, and my eyes went down to her ass.

Does this woman have any faults? Because she seems perfect for me. 

“I'm going to take a shower.”

I stood up quickly and grabbed his waist from behind, pulling his body against mine.

“I'm going with you,” I whispered in her ear. 

“We're not going to have sex again," she said, causing me to laugh. We were dead. My member was even sore.

I don't think I've ever had so much sex in my life, but the truth is that I want her. Every hour I want to touch her, suck her, hear her moan my name, I want her...

“Let's just cuddle.” I ran my nose along her neck, smelling her delicious scent.

She nodded, and we went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and set the temperature to lukewarm. Isabela told me last night that even though it's hot, she doesn't like cold water, so I put her in the warm one. 

She went in first, and all I could do was admire this woman. I leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom, crossing my arms as I admired him. The water was falling on her hair and body. She had her eyes closed, letting the water fall on her head. 

“Are you just going to watch me?” she asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I nodded and went into the shower with her, getting wet too. 

“Let me wash your hair,” I asked when I saw her reaching for the shampoo. I'm in love with her big hair. It's big; it hits your ass. Smelly and soft too.

She handed me the shampoo, and I rubbed some into her hair, massaging her scalp.

“I'm going to sleep like this," she said softly, and then I realized I'd spent too much time there.

“I love your hair; honestly, I think it's beautiful.”

“Thank you. I take good care of it; I like it, too.”

I rinsed her hair and then applied the cream, leaving a kiss on the back of her neck. 

(…)

“Are we going to see each other again?” I asked, stopping the car in the street behind her house. I don't know why I couldn't just drop her off; she's single, and so am I, but I respected her request and pulled into the backstreet. 

“I said I'd let it happen,” she said, looking me in the eye.

I smiled. 

“Come and say goodbye to me,” I asked. I moved the car seat back a little and tapped my leg to make her sit on my lap. 

Isabela looked around and then back at me. 

“The windows are covered with window film, so no one will see us,” I reassured her.

She got up and sat on my lap, and I put my hand on her knee. 

"Will you be busy tonight?" I asked, stroking her leg.

"I want to try and spend the evening with my daughter," she said as she played with my little gold chain around my neck.

"If you're alone, call me and I'll keep you company." I sniffed her sweet-smelling neck and left a kiss there, making her shiver. If it were up to me, we'd be together for the rest of the day.

"I have to go now." She looked me in the eye and said: "I'll see you around".

I raised my hand to her neck and pulled her face close to mine, kissing her. The kiss was slow, but very pleasant. I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing her.

“I'll see you," I whispered with my mouth still attached to his. 

She smiled, picked up her bag from the seat, and got out of the car through my door.

I followed her steps until she turned the corner and was out of my sight. 

I grabbed my cell phone from the glove compartment and turned it on. I barely turned it on, and the notifications started coming in. There were 20 missed calls from my father. 

I took a deep breath and returned the call. On the first ring, he answered.

“Noah!”

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi, Dad? You're irresponsible. How do you disappear and not tell anyone? Still, turn off that fucking cell phone!” he shouted. 

“I don't think I need to explain myself to you. What do you want after calling me so many times?”

“You didn't go to training today. What for?”

“I was busy.”

“Busy? Were you with a woman? Noah, we've talked so many times about not getting carried away by women. They only want your money and fame. And also, they'll distract you from your focus.”

I took a deep breath. 

I didn't want to stress myself out first thing in the morning. I'd had a perfect night. A wonderful morning. And I didn't want to ruin my day or my good mood. 

My father is my advisor and manager. He takes care of my entire career. Contracts. Everything. And he's a pain in the ass. I can hardly breathe. I feel under pressure all the time.

“You look after my career; I look after my personal life.”

“I'm your father; I care about you.”

I rolled my eyes. 

We both knew that wasn't true. All he cared about was money and more money.

“Where's Mel?” I asked about my little sister.

“School. Where are you going now? I want to find you.”

“What for?”

“Can't I want to see my son?” he asked.

“When Mel gets home from school, I want to see her. I'll come to your house.”

"Okay," he said, hanging up. 

I threw my cell phone on the passenger seat and started my car, heading home. 

I needed to get some sleep, that woman had drained my energy.

I smiled as I remembered her. 

She's a fucking great woman. 

We didn't talk much, because I just wanted to kiss her and touch her, but the little I saw of her, I realized that she was an incredible woman, and I wanted to get to know more about Isabela.