Chapter 3

Vivianne Sinclair

My fingers tightened at my sides, heart pounding hard against my ribcage as Noah's lips brushed mine.

For a moment, I stood frozen as he pulled away, our eyes locked, and silence thickened around us, but I could hear the thudding in my chest… as if my heart was begging for an escape.

My skin tingled as his hand found its way to my cheek, his forehead pressed lightly on mine, and that dirty flirtatious smile that had my core clenching with desire, lingered on his lips.

“Fuck!” He groaned in a muffled breath, his face buried deep in my neck, his arms wrapped around me, as if he didn't ever want to let me go.

“No…ah…” My breath hitched, voice cracking, fingers digging into his arms as his lips pressed harder into my neck, teasing me.

He pulled away, his eyes locked on mine lustfully, a dirty smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he said between shaky breath.. “Say my name again, V.”

Heat crept up my chest, and I swallowed nothing.

V? Wow! I love that name… the way it sounded so smooth and seductive.

“Noa…” He claimed my lips apart… Slow… gentle… and soft… as if taking his time to savour this moment, and fuck! This feeling was driving me insane.

My knees buckled beneath me, skin tingling with anticipation as his hand crawled up my thighs.

Yes! Right there… Please touch me right there.

But he stopped halfway and pulled away slightly in a way that his arm was still around my waist, and his eyes fixed on me.

“Are you sure about this, V?” He asked, breathless.

“I'll stop if you ask me to…” He leaned close, his face less than an inch away. “But please don't…”

He pleaded, as if desperate for this.

I could stop this now, but I wanted this… I wanted Noah so badly that I couldn't resist it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pecking his lips.

He smirked then swept me off my feet, laying me carefully on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

My lips parted, and I gulped down the lump in my throat the moment he took off his shirt, and his sexy toned abs greeted my innocent eyes.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped before I could hold back, and he chuckled.

My eyes glued to his abs, my fingers itching to touch them, but I resisted it.

My attention was disrupted when Noah took my hand and placed it on his chest, his eyes on me. “I'm all yours tonight, V. You can touch me however you like.”

A smile crept up my face as I carefully ran my fingers through his body.

His lips parted, breath stuttering, and eyes squeezed shut.

Is this real? The shit I had been imagining in my head for months… has it finally come to reality?

“Fuck it, V.” He moaned with a shaky breath as my fingers brushed his nipple, and his member hardened against my waist.

I panicked for a second.

Isn't that too huge?

But his lips pressing against my belly button, and his warm palm crawling up my inner thigh distracted me.

I jerked my hips, pressing my legs together subconsciously as his fingers brushed my swollen and wet pvssy.

He looked at me, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he said, “I'm proud of you, V. Look how wet you are for me... You have no idea how long I've waited for this.”

I blinked, replaying his words in my head.

Does he feel the same way for me?

I hadn't even answered my own question when his finger brushed that sweet spot... my clitoris, and I felt a spark inside me... One that had me gasping for breathing, biting my lip, and pressing my head hard against the pillow.

I shuddered beneath him, my abdomen clenching, and my heart racing as he teased me down there… Slow… fast… slow… gentle… rough… soft… and then slow. I felt my pvssy throb… with pleasure.

My wall tightened, body shaking violently, breath hitching as Noah increased the pace.

“Fuck!” My fingers dug deep into the bedsheet, my toes curling on their own, and my hips jerking... once... twice... and the third time, I felt my orgasm tore through me...

*****

Next morning

I stepped into Stormbridge building, my heart pounding hard and core tightening as memories of last night clawed back into my mind.

My v-area was still sore, but knowing that I gave my virginity to my crush, the hottest, and most popular hockey player in school… I guess that's compensation.

Are we automatically dating now after last night? I can't wait to see and ask Noah that, Being Noah's girlfriend? That'll be a dream come true.

When I woke up this morning, Noah was already gone. Although that was disappointing, I assumed he'd gone out for his morning workout, so I had left his apartment back to my dorm room to get ready for school.

My breath caught in my throat when I spotted Noah walking down the veranda.

“Hey, Noa…” My voice trailed off, and I curled my nails into my palms.

Facing him now will make me feel uncomfortable, knowing that I cummed for this same dude last night. I should brace myself for now.

I took a deep breath before proceeding to class.

“She's here… She's here…” I could swear on my life that I heard someone say in a low voice the moment I stepped into the class.

I paused, my eyes sweeping around the class, meeting each of the students’ eyes. They stared weirdly at me, some making faces.

“What's going on?” I muttered, my fingers tightening on my backpack, but I shook it off and proceeded to my seat.

Talking behind my back is what they do best. If it'll help their grades, then that's fine.

‘My God! She's so disgusting. How can she show her face in school today after what she did? Shameless’.

'I knew she was a bitch, but this is unexpected!’

The noises soon faded into silence the moment Bailey walked into the class. She walked straight to me, her eyes locked on me.

I rolled my eyes. She better not start now. I'm too excited to get into a fight with her.

“Bailey, what is…”

SLAPS!

I gasped, eyes widened as my hand flew to my burning cheek as Bailey's hand smacked my cheek so hard.

“Isn't it enough that you were allowed to stay in this school despite that you don't belong here, and what? You brought shame to the family instead?" She gritted, her eyes burning with rage.

I shot to my feet, tightening my jaw.

“Vivi…”

SLAPS!

My hand swung across her face, smacking her cheek so hard that she winced, her hand instinctively flying to her face. Her eyes widened.

“Don't fucking put your hand on me. Ever again!”

‘Isn’t she shameless? How can she do this?’

‘I can't believe Noah would stoop so low to sleep with her. I can bet with my life that she threw herself at him’.

My breath caught, my jaw almost reaching the ground. How did they know that I slept with Noah?

“Vivianne! Seducing Noah? Do you know what the fuck you just done?” Bailey's voice drew my attention back as she tossed her phone on the table in front of me.

A picture of myself, naked on Noah's bed displayed on the screen.

I froze.

My chest tightened, knees buckled beneath me, and my hand trembled as I reached for the phone.

"Wh... what is this?" My voice cracked in a whisper.

I was still reeling from what I just discovered when a familiar voice echoed outside the classroom.

“You won the bet, buddy… I told you she was just acting tough.” It was Levi… one of Noah's close friends.

Those words crushed the last piece of my broken heart.

“Yeah… Noah always gets whoever he wants… Of course, no girl can resist Noah's charm. That's what makes him a star.”

I huffed silently, squeezing my shut as it spun achingly.

He took my virginity for a mere bet with his friends? The moment we shared last night... It was all a game to him?

I trusted him… I thought I was safe with him. I thought he felt something genuine for me… but all these… him showing up to save me when Bailey bullied me... inviting me to his party... ending up in his room... They were all his perfect plans all along.

My heart twisted, and tears blurred my vision.

Noah walked into the class with his friends at that moment, but paused, colours draining from his face as our eyes locked.

Even though it was for a split second, I saw what looked like remorse in his eyes... Or maybe I was just hoping he felt it. Maybe it wasn't there at all.

I tightened my jaw, my blood boiling under my skin. For a second, I thought of walking away silently, but hell no! That is not who I am!

Vivianne doesn't ever go down without a fight.

I won't go down alone.

I held my shoulders and my head up high, forcing a smile on my face as I locked eyes with Noah.

“Yeah, I had sex with Noah.” I admitted.

Everything stilled... except for the pounding and aching in my chest.

“Well, too bad I didn't get the pleasure of that first time…” I paused and sighed. “Noah's weiner was too little that I merely felt it penetrating me. I didn't even feel my hymen break.”

Everyone gasped, heads turning to look at him, murmurs building in the classroom.

You want to humiliate me? Well, I don't mind dragging you to hell with me.

“I've always fantasized about my first time being magical, but thanks to Noah, I'm traumatized, and I don't think I want to try sex again for a long time.”

Noah's face reddened with embarrassment.

“What do you think you are doing, Vivianne?!” Bailey snapped, and I turned to her, a smile stretched around my lips.

Right… I almost forgot that I haven't put this bitch in her place.

“I would've suggested you try him yourself, stepsis… but I know you like it big enough to fill up your coochie.”

She clenched her jaw, fingers tightened beside her.

“Ms. Sinclair…” The principal, Mr. James walked into the class, his eyes on me.

“Come with me.” And without another word, he turned and walked out of the class, not before glancing at Noah.

I'm screwed!

Chapter 4

Vivianne Sinclair

SLAPS!

My dad's hand struck my face the moment I stepped into the principal's office.

My eyes sparked, and my hand flew to cover my burning cheek.

"You shameless whore! How dare you bring shame to my family?"

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held it back. My heart ached.

“I gave you everything, and this is how you pay me back?”

I scoffed. Everything? Acting like a good father here, huh? Give me a fucking break, please! When did he ever know that I exist?

I locked eyes with the principal briefly, my fingers tightened at my sides as I lowered my gaze.

“Ms. Sinclair…”

My breath caught in my throat the moment the principal's voice echoed in the office.

This wasn't going to go unpunished. I could handle anything else but expulsion... I've worked too hard to get here... I can't lose everything now.

“You do know what you did is against Stormbridge Academy's code of conduct, right?”

I nodded, biting into my lip.

“And if this gets to the public, it will not only put the school's reputation at risk, but would also worry the parents who has kids here.”

I remained silent.

“This act cannot go unpunished.”

I swallowed hard. Just give me hard labor, please... I prayed silently.

“According to Stormbridge’s rule, you are hereby expelled from the Academy with immediate effect.” he said, tossing an expulsion letter before me.

My knees buckled beneath me, and heat blossomed in my chest.

“Si…Sir…” My voice cracked, tears welled up in my eyes.

“I…I…” I stuttered, but no words came out.

Dad looked away with disappointment as I turned to him. Not that he would stand up for me anyway.

“You can't do this, Sir. I didn't do…” Tears streamed down my cheeks as my voice trailed off.

“You have thirty minutes to vacate the Academy's dorm.”

I dropped to my knees, my body trembling, and voice shaking. "Please, sir... Y...you can't expel me... I... I... I'll do anything else, please. I can't leave this school."

The principal looked at me coldly, his eyes void of emotions. “Excuse me. I'm busy.”

My dad stood and left without another word.

"Si...sir---"

"I might be forced to ask the security to see you out if you don't leave now, Ms. Sinclair."

His mind was already made up... Nothing I say will change it.

I dragged myself up, then reached for the expulsion letter before walking out of his office.

Noah stood outside the moment I stepped out, and my grip instinctively tightened on the paper as I paused.

Right… Noah wasn't summoned too. Not even the principal would dare summon Mr. Boulevard’s son, knowing that the Academy stands a chance to lose its biggest fish… their largest shareholder.

He stood before me, staring with guilt written on his face... Or maybe I was just trying hard to see him feel guilty that I made that up in my head.

He couldn't have felt remorse...This is what he wanted anyway.

“Vivi…”

Without sparing him a second, I walked past him...

*****

Students hung along the walkway, whispering, laughing, and throwing insults at me as I dragged my suitcase down, but I held my shoulders and head up high.

I paused as I approached the parking unit and spotted Bailey walking towards dad's car. She paused and looked back at me, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

I joined them in the car, and the ride home began.

Back home, I headed inside before dad and Bailey, ignoring my stepmom who was sitting in the living room, I headed upstairs to my room.

Dad walked in at that moment.

"Vivianne…”

I stopped on the staircase.

“You can stay here for just today. You're moving out first thing tomorrow morning.”

My grip tightened on my suitcase, and I let out a scoff.

“I can't let you cause any more trouble for this family. I won't let you ruin Sinclair's reputation.”

Throwing me out now and talking reputation? The same reputation my mom built for him? The same company my mom helped raise to the top twenty successful companies in New York before she died?

Another second barely passed when my phone pinged with a text. An alert of ten thousand US dollars popped on the screen.

“That should be enough to sort yourself out.”

I huffed. Ten thousand dollars? Will that even pay a year's rent?

I turned to him, blinking back my tears.

“Did you ever see me as your daughter?”

He scoffed, placing his hands on his waist.

“You have never treated me as a daughter. You've never looked at me with love. You've always neglected me—”

“All I asked of you is to be like your sister! If you were half as good as Bailey, I would've loved you!”

“All you do is cause trouble. You are useless, Vivianne! You should never have been born!”

Those words struck my heart, and my stomach knotted, but I composed myself. No! They must not see me in tears.

I looked at Bailey, and she smiled softly… as if saying ‘look, I took everything from you’.

I wanted to yell at him… to defend myself and insist on staying here, but fuck it! Staying around these people was already messing with my head anyway.

I lifted my phone to my face... For a second, I thought of sending the money back to him, but paused, my grip tightening on my phone.

I have student debt to pay... I don't have any savings... And I don't even have anywhere to go. How will I survive?

With that in mind, my hand dropped beside me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Bailey stepped forward, standing beside dad, her arms wrapped around his arm, and a faint smirk at the corner of her lips. "You shouldn't just stand there, Vivianne. Maybe dad will change his mind if you beg him."

"You can't take her back, honey. She's brought so much shame to the family. She's always causing trouble, and she's ungrateful." My stepmom spoke for the first time.

That witch!

My fingers tightened on my suitcase. Fine! I'll leave! There's no point staying here when I'm not valued anyway.

I'm going to make all of them pay for this... Noah... dad... Bailey... and everyone that hurt me. They'll all regret it...

Chapter 4

Noah Boulevard

‘I'm sorry, Noah. There's nothing I can do. Your dad insisted she must be expelled, and I didn't have a choice’

The words echoed in my head even long after I left the school.

My chest burned with rage, my fingers tightened on my phone as I stood before my dad in the living room.

“Dad… We need to talk—”

“We have nothing to talk about, Noah—”

“It’s all my fault, dad… I…I… I did everything. Vivianne did nothing wrong.” My voice shook, heart thudding against my ribcage.

He remained silent, his eyes glued to his phone… It was as if my presence wasn't noticeable.

“If anything, I should get punished, dad. I lured her to my room because of a silly bet with my friends…” Those words burned my tongue, down to my chest, tightening it.

Holy shit! I guess this is how it feels lying for the first time.

“I took the pictures while she was sleeping… I spread those rumours in the school because she kept acting tough. I wanted to prove to everyone that she wasn't that reserved like she…”

Before I could finish my speech, a glass cup flew from dad's hand and landed right on my forehead, then crashed to the ground.

For a second, I thought I imagined it, but the sudden pain that exploded through my head, and the blood trickling down my face confirmed it was real.

My hand instinctively flew to my forehead and I let out a wince.

He glared hard at me, his jaw tightened, and his face dripping with disgust. “I am not going to fold my arms and watch you bring shame to my family… You won't ruin the reputation I've spent years building!”

My heart stung.

I let out a scoff. “I guess throwing another person under a moving bus to save your reputation is nothing to you, right?”

I didn't know where the courage to face him came from, but for the first time in my life, I didn't want to stand and do nothing.

Colours drained from his face, and he blinked. “What?”

“You are not even going to get me punished for doing that to her, but you would rather hurt her instead?” Tears blurred my vision.

I didn't do it… Yes, I can be a jerk sometimes, but doing that to Vivianne or any other woman? That's not who I am. But I would take the fall if that's what it takes to clear her name.

“If you feel so guilty, why don't you withdraw from Stormbridge instead?” Dad shot to his feet, glaring hard at me.

I swallowed nothing, taking a step back.

“I know, right? You dare not do that, do you?” A smirk curled his lips.

“Noah…” He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on me. “If you insist that she was wronged, I can bring her back to Stormbridge, but only on one condition…”

He straightened up, his hands in his pockets. “That you give up your hockey career and follow the path I've always wanted you to follow.”

My breath caught in my throat, nails digging into my palms so tightly, my knuckles turned white.

Hockey wasn't just a sport to me, but my life… And now he wants me to give it up? How heartless can he be?

“If you are not ready to do that, then I'm afraid I can't help you.”

And with that, he turned and headed to the staircase, but paused and looked back at me over his shoulder.

“I'm letting you off this time, but if you cause any more trouble for this family again, I'm afraid I won't be able to let it slide.” Then he walked away... not even so little as a glance back at me.

Back in my dorm room, I sat on my bed, phone in hand, and eyes glued to it, reading the text I had composed to send to Vivianne.

‘I'm sorry about what happened, Vivianne. I would never do anything to hurt you. I've always genuinely liked you, and I cherished what happened between us… I'm sorry for the trouble that I caused you. I'll bring you back to Stormbridge Academy. I promise’

Just as I was about to send the text to Vivianne, dad's words echoed in my head.

‘Are you ready to give up your hockey career?’

My grip tightened on the phone, and I bit my lip hard.

Why is this happening just when I thought my dream was about to come true?

Being a Boulevard's was like a curse to me. My life was a reality of the script my father had written even before my existence… To him, I was nothing but an actor who had to fit the perfection of the character he had created.

My life… my career… and everything has been written in this script, and the only thing I've been doing all my life, was follow it.

Be a businessman like him… That is what he had always wanted, but I stood my ground. He'd take everything else from me, but not my passion to do what I loved the most… becoming a hockey player.

And just when I was slowly getting his support, or so I thought, I got into this mess.

I stared at my phone's screen, a bitter smile creeping up my face as memories of months ago clawed back into my mind… The day I first saw Vivianne.

That was the first time I genuinely felt something for a woman… And from that moment, I'd stare at her from afar, admiring her, but never had the courage to approach her.

I was scared that I'd never get a chance with this crazy girl who had won my heart in every way.

Maybe I should never have approached her. She would've been safe if I had just kept admiring her from afar.

Right… Just turn away from this, Noah. You have to be selfish. For the sake of your future. Remember this is the first time you ever really want to do something for yourself… to genuinely make yourself happy… Just do this for you.

And with that in mind, I wiped the text, but still held my phone tightly.

Right… For once, I should be selfish for my sake…

Chapter 5

Eight years later

Vivienne Sinclair

‘Congratulations, Ms. V. Sinclair. We're excited to invite you to join us at The Bull's hockey group as its personal trainer and physiotherapist’.

My cheeks burned hot with excitement, eyes still glued to the text on my phone.

Eight years ago when my dad cut ties with me after what happened, I left New York. I'd never imagined that I'd be back here one day… not as the poor helpless girl that was abandoned by her only family, but a professional hockey trainer and physiotherapist for the biggest hockey team in the States.

These years of hard work was worth it after all.

“We are here, Ms.” The driver's voice jolted me back to reality, and my breath caught in my throat as I looked out of the window. We'd arrived at the hockey center.

“Oh…” My grip tightened on my phone, chest pumping hard as I stepped out of the car.

As the driver went to the trunk to get my things, I took the chance to stare around, my eyes lingering longer on the building nameplate with the inscription ‘THE BULLS’.

It still feels like a dream standing here.

“This way, please.” The driver led the way, and I followed, my heart pounding.

I've researched and even heard so many things about the players from this particular team. They're rumoured to be cocky and rude.

Well, this isn't news at all. Almost all the hockey players around the world are known to be crazy… Well, so am I.

I just hope I last here... I have to. I've worked so hard to get here. I've prepared myself well for this.

A cold gentle breeze greeted me, accompanied by the scent of menthos the moment we stepped into the hockey arena.

My attention was drawn by the sound of sticks hitting the puck, blades scraping against the ice, and the players skating around, their laughter echoing around us.

They were cladded in white jerseys with blue stripes… And each player's names and numbers are inscribed at the back of their jersey.

“Ms. V…” A masculine voice called as a young man skated toward me, and as he approached, I recognised his familiar face.

I'd seen his face before during one of my research about the team. He's Mr. Bryant… Their coach.

“You're here…” He stepped out of the ice rink, standing before me, smiling as he got rid of his hand gloves.

He offered me a handshake.

“It's nice to meet you. I'm Coach Bryant. You can call me coach B for short.”

“Ms. Vivianne Sinclair. It's nice to meet you, Coach B.” I smiled, composing myself.

“I'm sorry I couldn't come over to pick you up…” he paused and glanced back at the ice rink. “I've been busy here.”

“It's fine. I understand.”

“One second, please.” He turned to the ice rink and called the players over.

“I should introduce you to the team members.”

My breath hitched, fingers tightened at my sides.

‘I know you can't stand rude people, Vivianne, but you have to stay calm. Don't react no matter how rude they are. It's your first day here. You can't ruin it’.

With that in mind, I wore a natural smile as I watched the players skate toward me, their voices echoing in the rink, and their sticks scraping behind them on the ice.

“Guys, this is Ms. Vivienne Sinclair. Your new trainer and physiotherapist.” Coach B gestured toward me.

I swallowed nothing. They were all tall… Tall enough to make me feel short even though I was 5’8… A height just perfect for a woman. I almost felt intimidated, but fuck it! Besides, I'm Vivianne Sinclair.

“Hi, guys. It's nice to meet you.”

I looked at their faces, and damn it! Their face cards weren't declining.

‘It’s not a new thing, Vivianne. Hockey players are always super hot. That's why they're also rude and cocky’.

“Seriously? Is this who you chose to replace the former physiotherapist with?” One of them scoffed, his blue eyes sizing me up.

“She has a small stature. Can she even do anything for us?” He added with a grimace.

“Be nice!” Coach B scolded him, then turned to me and smiled. “Give me a minute, please.”

“Hmm.”

“Be nice, guys.” He warned again before walking away, and I sighed, turning to the rude jerk.

I glanced at the name tag on his chest. Mark.

Oh, yeah… I've heard rumours about him. He was the reason their last trainer quit. Fans hates him for his rudeness and how he looks down on people.

I took a silent deep breath, trying to resist the urge to swing my hand on his face, because God help me, please… I don't want to send someone back home to you on my first day.

“Ugh! What an eyesore.”

That was it! My last straw. If I let it pass now, he would do this again.

I wore a smile… one that didn't reach my eyes. “Were you expecting a giant to show up?”

His brows knitted.

I chuckled dryly. “I mean, my height is more than perfect for a woman, don't you think so? Besides, does it really have anything to do with the reason I'm here?”

Right… Now, I feel relieved.

He frowned, but I didn't give a fuck.

“You seem like an interesting young lady.” Another one said… Scott Hughes. Twenty-eight, one of the team's defensemen... and a freak.

Rumour had it that he's really crazy and has a messed up personality. Fans loves him for his messed up personality.

His eyes swept over me, a flirtatious smile lingering on his face. “Your fashion sense is quite weird and funny.”

They all laughed.

Seriously? What's wrong with wearing a long skirt and baggy shirt and a pair of sneakers?

Just as I opened my mouth to talk, he offered me a handshake with his glove on. “It's nice to meet you. I'm Scott. I hope we get along… if only you change your fashion sense though…” he chuckled.

“I don't like weird looking people... especially women.”

Wow! They are crazier than I thought.

‘Breathe, Vivianne. Breathe’.

I forced a smile, taking his hand briefly. “Ms. Vivianne Sinclair.

“I'll call you V. I think I like that better… V.”

My chest tightened as that name sparked old memories in my head. The last time I heard that was eight years ago... from Noah. No one has ever called me that name after he did that night.

I quickly retracted my hand, forcing a smile on my face .

The coach walked back in. “I'm sorry I was gone for too long. I hope you're getting along with them?”

"Hmm." I barely smile.

I already felt like punching their faces.

“Come with me, please. The driver is waiting to take you to your apartment.”

Finally!

I followed him with my suitcase, not before I shot Mark and Scott one last glare.

I think I have a whole lot to deal with.

*****

“Here we are.” The driver pulled up at a mansion.

My jaw dropped.

Is this where I'll be staying? All alone? Life's good. I can't remember the last time I'd been in such a beautiful house.

The driver passed me a note. “That's the passcode for the house… You should call the coach if you need anything.”

And with that, he got into his car and drove off, while I advanced towards the entrance.

I'll admire the place later, but for now, I need to shower and rest.

I've had enough stress to last me for the rest of the year.

My jaw dropped in shock once I stepped into the living room. Spacious, well furnished, and smelt like luxury.

A compensation for the hard times that I'd been through all these years.

My phone chimed, and I reached for it.

My brows squinted at the unregistered number before I read the text.

‘I'm sorry about any inconvenience you have to face. Please bear with us for now. We'll provide a more comfortable place for you to stay in. Something happened at the last minute… The Bull’s manager'.

“Why is he apologising? This place is more than perfect.” I muttered, but still, I replied to him, saying that it's fine, and I liked it here, so they didn't have to bother finding another place for me.

“I should rest here first.” I threw myself on the couch. “I'll find my room later.”

My stomach grumbled.

Shit! I haven't eaten yet.

I ordered food online.

Ten minutes barely passed when I heard the door beeping.

“Is he here already? That was fast.”

I reached for the door and pulled it open.

"You're here..." My voice trailed off, and I froze at the sight that welcomed me.

Noah Boulevard!