Nicola Taylor “You are mad at me. I can tell,” Cole said for the umpteenth time as I fluffed my pillow aggressively before getting into bed. Harvey and Cole might not be ‘besties’ again, but they were on better terms now because I intervened. They even hugged each other goodbye. After putting Bella
Nicola Taylor “Wait, don’t. Stop.” I groaned, hating how much I loved the sensation I was feeling but knowing I had to tell him to stop. “What happened?” His hot breath on my inner thigh made goosebumps rise all over my body. “Don’t do this.” I felt my face heating up. “Why not?” he asked as he
“Mrs. Kinsley, can you take Arabella out to the park or something?” Cole asked, looking annoyed and angry. “But I want to play with Gammy and Grandpa!” Bella pouted, stomping her feet unhappily. “They’ll be here when you come back, don’t worry. Come on,” Mrs. Kinsley said as she picked Bella up an
Nicola Taylor I dressed quickly for work as soon as Cole kicked his in-laws out of the house. Too many things were said and revealed, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I had to leave for school with Bella. Thankfully, when I came out of my room dressed and ready with my bag, Mrs. Kinsley ha
Nicola Taylor I put Bella to sleep, realizing that the conversation between Cole and Mrs. Kinsley was going to take quite some time. I wondered if I had made a mistake marrying Cole so easily and if my life would have been better if I had stayed alone. I thought back to the time when I had dreams—
Nicola Taylor I won't lie—I was in a better place mentally than I had been during my last confrontation with Cole. For now, things had been sailing smoothly. I took Arabella to work, we came back home, I did my work, hung out in my room, ate my food, interacted with Cole and Bella, and we played ga
I knocked on the door and Cole's voice called out, “Come in.” I opened the door and stepped inside, finding him engrossed in paperwork. He looked up, surprised to see me. “Nicola, everything okay?” It’s not like we hadn’t talked to each other but to be honest, all of our conversations have been ce
Nicola Taylor I changed into my third outfit, a flowery sundress that left my shoulders bare and my legs feeling light. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my hair and applying some blush. Despite the soft, feminine look I’d put together, I felt a storm brewing inside me. Subconscio