The Heiress's Shadow novel Chapter 18

Chapter 11 

Chapter 11 

I turn my head and look the the employee who’s holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. 

“Wassup, dude?” I smile sheepishly. 

“Ow, hey! Hasn’t your momma ever taught you it’s rude to kick a lady out of a supermarket?!” I yell as I land on the concrete outside of the supermarket. “Literally!” 

I stand up, pulling the sticky clothes away from my skin. 

I hate Noah. 

I really hate Noah. 

As if on cue, Noah, Max and Dylan walk out of the store with everything from the list in plastic bags. 

“Hey, Nev—holy shit, what happened to you?” Max cuts himself off, staring at me wide eyed. 

“Why don’t you ask your best mate?” I narrow my eyes at Noah. “Who I’m goING TO KILL!” 

Max grabs me as I lung towards Noah and holds me back as Dylan turns to Noah with a ‘dude, what the fuck?‘ face. 

Max puts me down, turning me towards him, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You can do anything, just don’t kill him, please.” 

I roll my eyes before turning to Noah, who Dylan is lecturing. 

“Hey, Noah?” I start sweetly, making him turn towards me with his eyebrows raised. 

“What, Carter?” 

“Gimme a hug.” I run towards him and jump on him as he tries to get away. 

“Get your arse off me!” He struggles to pull me off him. 

“Not happening!” 

“Wow, goals.” I hear Dylan mumble sarcastically and Max laugh. 

“Thank you, kids—oh my god, Nevaeh, honey, what happened to you?!” Tanya exclaims as she sees me still soaking wet and sticky from the fizzy drink 

incident. 

“Noah happened.” I grumble, 

Tanya turns to her son with a glare and he just shrugs, emotionless like always. 

She turns back to me and ushers me upstairs, to her room. 

She rushes out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a pair of Noah’s sweatpants, a white t–shirt and an old football hoodie with the last 

name ‘KING‘ on the back. 

No way! Noah plays football?! 

Huh. I would’ve never guessed that. 

“I know there’s a reason you always have your hood up, so I thought I would let you use this one.” Tanya smiles. Why does she look sad? “I hope you don’t mind that it’s a football one, it’s the only one we really have around the house. Noah doesn’t really wear hoodies, and when he does, he doesn’t like to share them.” 

“It’s fine. Thanks, Mrs. Ki–Tanya.” I smile sheepishly. 

She giggles a bit before going over to her chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of undies and a sports bra -still in their packaging- and hands them to me. “They’re brand new.” 

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“Thanks.” 

“The bathroom’s right through that door.” She points to a door next to another one, which I’m guessing is the closet. “I’m sure you’d like to use my bathroom rather than the one my boys -sometimes even Max and Dylan- share. Take as long as you need. I’ll be back to check on you later.” 

“Thank you, Tanya.” I smile. She smiles back and leaves the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. 

I start heading to the bathroom but freeze when I hear Tanya yelling at Noah. 

A smirk makes its way onto my face. 

Karma’s a bitch, King. 

I wrap my hair up in the towel before putting on the clothes Tanya gave me. I reach out to grab the hoodie off the rack but groan when I feel nothing but the cold metal. 

I left the hoodie on Tanya’s bed! 

Remind me to face palm myself later. 

I pull the towel off my head and put it back on the rack. 

I run a hand through my damp hair before cracking open the bathroom door and slipping out. 

I walk over to the bed and grab the hoodie. 

Suddenly the door opens and Tanya steps into the room. 

“Holy fudge–cicles!” I jump, dropping the hoodie. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear.” Tanya apologises, bending down to pick up the hoodie. She stands up and her eyes land on my face as she hands me the hoodie. 

“Uh, thanks.” I mumble, throwing the hoodie on quickly, pulling the hood over my head, making sure my face is covered. 

“Nevaeh, honey, you’re beautiful.” Tanya starts, gently lifting her hand and pushing the hood off my head. “I don’t know why you hide your face, and I may never know, but whatever it is, you shouldn’t hide your face because of it.” 

“I–uh–well-” I stutter, not being able to for a sentence. 

“Nevaeh, if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m here. Listen, tomorrow’s Sunday. Noah, Max and Dylan always go off and destroy people mailboxes or something and Danny goes to his grandmother’s house on Sundays. They’re usually gone for the whole day.” She explains. “Why don’t you come over and we’ll talk?” 

“I…I’d like that.” I smile softly. 

She smiles back, placing a motherly kiss on my forehead before walking to the door. She places her hand on the doorknob before she stops and looks at me over her shoulder. “By the way, Noah has a thing for blue eyes and dimples.”