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
“Cole please,” I begged as my small hands covered his big ones as I tried to stop him but somehow that just fueled his lust more as he started pulling the straps of my dress down. “Daddy, uncle is here!” I heard a cheery voice making me push Cole away before I fixed my dress, but my red face gave
Cole Harrington Sitting in my office, I watched the amber liquid swirl in my glass, the ice clinking softly as I contemplated the conversation ahead. Thanks to Nicola, I sometimes got to hang out a little later after work, and tonight, I decided to have a drink with my brother Lucas and Harvey. Aft
Nicola Taylor As I finished typing up my report on my students that was due tomorrow, I heard a sudden thud from outside. My heart jumped, and I quickly left my desk, rushing out into the hallway without even thinking to grab my shrug. The cool air hit my skin, but I was too focused on the sound to
“Cole, I don’t know where this is coming from-“ I tried to reason with him, to convince him to go back to his room, but before I could say anything, he cupped my face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Nicola,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “I mean it. You’re mine.” His
Nicola Taylor The school was eerily quiet on Saturday, a stark contrast to the usual weekday chaos. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the building broke the silence. I found it comforting, a rare chance to focus on my reports without the constant interruptions o