ALANNASitting at my desk, I glanced around my cozy home office. The sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, but things were finally starting to settle. I had full custody of the kids, which was a relief. And then there was the kiss with Nolan—a moment that replayed in my mind far too often.I tried to focus on my work, scrolling through emails and checking off tasks. One message caught my eye, a potential collaboration with Vogue. I smiled, excitement bubbling up inside me. A new project could be just what I needed. But as much as I tried to concentrate, my thoughts kept drifting back to Nolan. That kiss. It had been unexpected, electric. But we hadn't talked about it since, and I wasn't sure what it meant. I told myself I was happy and didn't want to change anything, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was unresolved.My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my reverie. A message from Nolan. My heart ski
NOLANSitting in my office, a rare moment of calm washed over me. My phone lay on the desk, screen still glowing from the chat with Alanna. The conversation had left me with a feeling of warmth I hadn't experienced in a while. Her smile, her wit—it was like a breath of fresh air. I knew I couldn't keep my feelings for her hidden forever, especially after agreeing to meet tomorrow night. It felt like a step toward something real, something worth exploring. Before I could delve further into my thoughts, the door to my office burst open. Lucas strode in, his presence as obnoxious as ever. He wore his arrogance like a second skin, and I could almost feel the tension radiating from him. I sighed inwardly, knowing this wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter."Nolan, we need to talk," he said, his voice laced with that usual disdain.I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Lucas?"He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You know, just because you’r
AlannaI FUCKING HATE DATES!I stood in front of my closet, staring at the array of clothes with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Tonight was different. The last time Nolan and I met, it wasn’t officially a date, just a casual meet-up that Chloe had managed to spoil with her untimely presence. But this time, it felt more intentional, more meaningful. I wanted everything to be perfect, but I couldn't shake the nerves fluttering in my stomach.Angela's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Stop overthinking it, Alanna. You look beautiful in anything you wear."I glanced over at her, grateful for her reassuring smile. She'd been my rock through everything, always there with a kind word or a shoulder to lean on. But tonight felt important, and I wanted to feel confident. After sifting through my options, I settled on a green gown that perfectly matched my eyes. It was simple yet elegant, and it made me feel... hopeful.As I drove to the restaurant Nolan had texted me to meet him at, my mi
NOLAN"In the shadows of the night, even the smallest spark can illuminate the darkest paths."Standing by our cars, the cool night air wrapping around us, I knew this was my chance. I couldn't let Alanna slip away again. "Can we go somewhere else to talk?" I asked, my voice soft yet insistent. She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for a moment before she nodded. "Okay."I drove us to the museum, a place filled with beautiful paintings that spoke of forgotten dreams and hidden passions. As we walked through the dimly lit halls, I held her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Each painting seemed to tell a story of love and loss, a reflection of our own tumultuous past.We stopped in front of a particularly striking piece, a swirl of colors that seemed to dance off the canvas. "This one reminds me of us," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Chaotic, yet beautiful."She looked at the painting, then back at me. "It's... intense."I couldn't help but smile. "Just like
BRAD I must admit , I have a soft spot for Chloe, girl is fucking two dude and I still want her.I couldn't keep my eyes off of Chloe as she sat across from me at the kitchen table, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and her full lips turning up into a playful smile. We had been flirting all evening, and I could feel the tension between us growing stronger with each passing moment."Brad, what's gotten into you tonight?" Chloe asked, her voice low and sultry. "You can't seem to take your eyes off of me."I leaned back in my chair, trying to play it cool. "I just can't help myself," I replied, my gaze raking over her body. "You're so fucking sexy, Chloe. I can't resist you."Chloe's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stood up from her chair. "Well, if you can't resist me, then maybe you should do something about it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Before I could respond, Chloe had climbed up onto the kitchen table, her legs spread wide and her pussy on full displ
ALANNAScrolling through my phone, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Just hours after my date with Nolan, headlines and photos were plastered all over the internet. "Alanna's Secret Date Night with Ex-Husband Nolan Westbrook!" read one, accompanied by a candid shot of us at the museum, hands intertwined. "Love Rekindled or Just Friends?" questioned another, speculating on the nature of our relationship. Some were supportive, calling it a "long-awaited reunion," while others weren't as kind. "Alanna's Second Chance with a Serial Cheater—Is She Desperate or Just Naive?" I clenched my jaw, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation. How could they twist everything? And who the hell leaked this? My fingers itched to type out a statement, something to set the record straight. I wanted to deny the rumors, to tell everyone they were wrong about me, about Nolan, about everything. But Angela's voice of reason cut through my frustration."You can't respond," she said, her tone calm but firm. "
CHLOE_"Love is a trap designed to enslave, and I'm the hunter who sets it free."_Hidden in the cramped, musty closet, I could barely breathe. The situation was absurd—hiding like a teenager caught sneaking around. The irony was thick, almost suffocating. This wasn't supposed to be my life. Yet here I was, eavesdropping on a conversation between my latest lover and his real obsession. Alanna. Always Alanna. Even in the darkness, the mention of her name made my blood boil.Brad's voice was soft but clear as he spoke to her, a tenderness I hadn't heard from him before. "I love you, Alanna." The words stabbed at me, and I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. I had known Brad had a thing for her, but hearing it was different. It made it real. As they continued talking about the media circus, my anger simmered. How dare she? How dare she waltz back into my life and ruin everything?I checked my phone, scrolling through the headlines. There it was, plain as day: *"Nolan Westbroo
NOLANI was sprawled on Jake’s couch, the uncomfortable springs digging into my back. The fight with Chloe had left me exhausted and hollowed out. Jake and Angela had been kind enough to offer a place for the night after the hellish argument, and I was grateful, even if I didn’t show it. The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the walls, mirroring the turmoil inside me. Angela was sitting across from me in the dimly lit living room, a warm glow from the lamp casting a soft light on her face. She looked calm, her eyes reflecting a quiet sadness. I had just learned that Jake and Angela were together. I was processing that, trying to make sense of it when I shifted the conversation to something far more unsettling—Alanna.“Angela,” I began, my voice rough and uncertain, “can we talk about Alanna? I need to understand what really happened. What did she go through after we separated?”Angela hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on her sweater. “It’s not a pl