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was afraid that I could ruin everything with a single word.
    Fuck. I had nothing to say to that damn beautiful woman. But what would she say when she is past the fun?
    "God, it was awesome. Wasn't it?" She raised her head, looking in my eyes. She seemed happy.
    "It was. What are you doing this afternoon? We should grab lunch together." Why did I ask her that? I didn’t understand.
    "Why not? Text me where to meet you." She smiled again at me, and her dimple took my worries away. Now I knew.

Chapter 18
     
    Noah
    She said it felt awesome. Damn, that's a feeling to have. But how do I feel?
    I asked myself the question as I walked to my bike, parked outside of the club. It had been awesome for me too. She felt so good and tasty. I just wanted to be with her again.
    What the fuck. Why? She would just fuck me over, like Tonya did.
    No, I can't do this. I had to get away from her. She’s too radioactive for me. But she smelled so good. I wanted to fuck her again. This time, properly, in my bed. At that thought, my mind shook, like a storm hit it.
    "What should I do? I can't let her walk out of my life like Tonya did. No, she isn't like that. She has the same eyes, but she also has hope. A hope for a better me." How could I walk away from this girl?
    This wasn’t easy. I wanted to know Julie more. I wished it would get easier somehow. But when I thought about walking out on Julie, I had this strange fear that gripped my heart.
    "I need to talk to Nina about this." I turned my bike to Nina's house. She never told me about her house, but being an owner of Orange Computers, I had plenty of resources at my disposal. And you can't go on telling your darkest secret to a person without knowing her background.
    "Nina!" I knocked on her door for five minutes, but nobody opened it. Was she in there?
    A couple of minutes more, and then I heard a sound behind the door. When it opened, she peeked outside.
    "Noah, what are you doing here?" She had wrapped herself in a towel. She must’ve just gotten out of the shower.
    "I want to talk."
    "How did you get this address?" her voice quaked.
    "It's about a girl." I wanted to push myself inside. But I knew that would end up in a 911 call, and me explaining things to the cops.
    "Take an appointment and come to my office. It's bloody fucking seven thirty in the morning. And never, ever show up on my door like this."
    "Nina. It's urgent."
    "Nothing is so urgent that it can't wait for a day or two. I know you’ll just talk about your latest Monday adventure. Get a grip on yourself, Noah. I know you are a billionaire, but that doesn't intimidate me."
    Her words hit me like a stone. She was right, but she didn't know my condition, and I didn't have time to wait.
    "I kissed her, Nina. I fucking kissed her, and I don't know what to do about it." I spilled it out. I couldn't hold it in any more.
    She paused for a moment, then opened the metal door. "What did you say?"
    "I kissed her, and now I need your help. I just don't know what I want from her."
    "Come on in. But I’m charging you double.” She smirked.
    "Fine with me." I could’ve paid her ten times her normal rate for this.
    She took me inside her house, and I sat on the couch.
    "Do you consult with people here?" I asked when she returned wearing clothes.
    "I run a consultation clinic every Sunday for the people who can't afford it. Still, it doesn't change the double rate you’ll be charged with." She smirked again.
    "Come on, I'm your client. That should entitle me for concession." I made a puppy face.
    "No way. A rich playboy isn’t getting a concession." She giggled. "Anyways, tell me about this girl.”
    "She’s Julie. I met her a few days ago. She has the same eyes as Tonya." I paused. "But she isn’t anything like her."
    "What do you feel when you see her? Hatred, love, passion?”
    "At first I hated her, because she looked like Tonya. But then her presence warmed me. And then I kissed her in my house."
    "What? A kiss, and in your

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