You’re at the bar with people you work with, celebrating your enemies promotion that you worked so hard to get. But no, it had to go to Noah. And you hated it.

To drown out those feelings of hatred, you drank until you blacked out. And now you’re dancing on a table surrounded by thirsty men.

As you were dancing seductively, someone tried pulling you down towards them. But that’s when someone else threw you over their shoulder. It was Noah.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”