Everybody loves Noah

A short story about Noah

A large group of people were gathered in the main hall. They are all family friends and neighbors gathered in the house. The family is having a potluck. Noah Rivaldi is sitting in a corner. He's a shy, five foot nine inch man in his mid twenties with blonde hair and brown eyes.
His mother is sitting with the ladies.

Outside the backyard, barbeque heats up the ribs on the grill along with vegetables in the skewer. Other people are in the Backyard along with Mr. Rivaldi cooking the lobster.

"Noah is very shy, it's very hard to find people so nice and quiet these days." A woman says from the group. Anya Francis, she's a family friend, nosy to the core.

"Noah when are you going to marry? This is the right time for you!" Jessie speaks up. Jessie Warner is another friend.

Noah often gets irritated over the constant ask about his marriage.

"Why the fuck can't you shut up?!" He thinks in his mind but he's too polite and must maintain this image of his.

"Well, let's just say I'm not ready yet and I will find someone when the right time comes." Noah responds back to the woman with a smile.

"Now is the right time, we hope you start looking. We're so eager to be a part of your marriage and we are curious who your bride will be!" third woman from the crowd speaks up, and they all laugh in unison. Britney Baker is the most jolly one and the most talkative.

"Noah if I were young I would marry you. It's really hard to find a man like you." Anya says and looks over to other ladies.

"Noah doesn't go out much, only speaks when he needs to and he's quite a workaholic. He's too shy to talk to women as well!" She looks back at him while speaking.

Noah smiles keeping himself calm, blushed even upon the praise. He speaks up
"Hey that's not true I do talk to women. It's just that I haven't found my type yet."

"And who's your type?" Asks Anya.

"Well when I find one, you ladies will know" Noah responds.

"You should at least make a girlfriend now" says jennifer.

Mrs Rivaldi speaks up "Don't worry, my boy will be married in no time. He's just too focused on his career."

At this moment he really wish they could read his mind. Noah loves to maintain an image and it may vary based on the person. At this point Noah was getting irritated when Mr. Baker comes in holding a beer in his hand. He's a fat 250 pound man, got some wealth on him. Both husband and wife are a menace together.

"Ladies, stop pulling his leg. Come Noah, let them talk, help me out with some beer crates in the backyard. You decide when to marry, but be sure to find a woman who's not as talking as Britney. She's gonna eat your head hahaha.." Mr. Baker bellows.

"Phineas! You reach home I'll tell you who eats your head." Mrs. Baker scowls. Other women giggles upon the remark.

Noah leaves to help Mr. Baker without wasting time. "Good riddance!", he thinks to himself. The potluck comes to an end later that evening. Everybody was happy. Everybody loves Noah, people worry if he will even get a girlfriend. He's too pure for this world.

Later that night, Noah walks up to his bedroom recalling all the things in the back of his head and smiling internally. He walks to an area near his closet. He picks up a knob from study table's drawer and slide the end of the knob ima small hole on the wall and turn it. A door pops open and Noah opens the door. It's a small hidden closet with shackles laid out well in front, a flogger, nipple electric clamps with whip hung at the back and other items for punishment.

Noah smirks and gets ready for his next adventure.