Chapter 2-Noelle's POV
I smirked at the humiliated eyes of each guy at the table. Somehow we had managed to keep the winning streak that Reed had started. The last of the Guys vs. Girls poker games had finished in succession, well, for us anyway. A loud cheer, erupted behind me, as Kiran handed out the glasses of champagne. We had already decided what to do with the millions that were splayed out on the table. It was all going to Reed, I knew she would just think that we were feeling sorry for her because she's poor, but I now had an excuse. After all, I don't think we had ever won a poker game against the guys, at least, not as many as this. And she had been our good luck charm.
Speaking of Reed, where the hell is she? I needed to see the look on her shocked, little face, it's getting sooo boring now. I was about to go looking for her when I remembered that she was probably winning the Upton Game right now, I don't really think I wanted to walk in on that.
Just then, Upton stumbled through the door, chasing a crying Poppy. My smile turned into a frown, at the sight of them. What the hell is he doing? He was supposed to be with Reed, not chasing after Poppy. My blood boiling, I walked straight up to him, blocking him from reaching Poppy. I saw Kiran and Taylor coming up behind me, to see what was going on. They could tell by the look on my face that I meant business, and their faces immediately changed to an expression much like mine. I dragged Upton out onto the deck, without a word, ignoring his protests.
"What are you doing with Poppy? Where is Reed?" I demanded.
"Well…you see…" He stammered, choking on his words.
"Upton, you have 10 seconds to tell me what happened. NOW." My rage was reaching the stage where I couldn't control it anymore.
"Well, …I….well…you see." One look in my eyes, and he powered on. "Reed and I, we were in the Ryan's room." He hesitated. "And Mrs Ryan, and Poppy walked in on us, so I left Re-" I couldn't take it anymore, so I slapped him. He looked so ashamed, that I almost forgave him. Almost. No one does that to my best friend, and gets away with it, at least, not without dealing with me.
I looked at him dead in the eye, and tried to compose myself. "She loves you, you do know that?" I said seething. He looked down. "And now I can't find her anywhere."
"You mean….she's missing?" He said looking up. "Well, she can't have gone far…I mean it's a yacht. She's either on deck or she's gone-"He instantly paled. I turned around. And found the one thing I dreaded seeing.
"Overboard" I finished in a whisper.
