Chapter 7

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If only it would rain. Not that there was a chance in hell it would, Noah admitted to himself as he scanned the three heavy clocks in his room. It's 6:00 a.m., the start of a new day. The sky has not even cleared yet he is this tired.

Just when he gathered enough strength to stand up, the crazy yet, at 50, drop-dead gorgeous mother of his, Mrs. Vera Creed, yanked his heavy golden metal door open.

With a pissed look on her face, she probably found out about the change he had made to his arranged marriage with the upcoming model Jesse Keyes. Pretending not to notice it, he said, "Mother, isn't it too early to look pissed; you will destroy your makeup?" he said, smirking as he went toward the bathroom. He could hear his mother groaning angrily.

"Don't piss me off, Noah," she said.

"Mom, you're already pissed; I don't need to do anything," Noah replied, turning to her.

"Why did you ask the Keyes to hold off the wedding date? Did you not hear me when I said…"

"Mother, I did, loud and c