Nicola Taylor The next few days had been strange. Cole was very sweet, romantic, and nice, but somehow there was no sexual component to it. I didn't know how a person could go from having sex straight for ten hours to nothing. He brought me flowers, cooked dinner, and even kissed my forehead multip
"Of course I will. It's not like we're married and you have any right over my financial assets. Oh wait, you do," he said sarcastically, making me giggle a little as I didn’t see the sarcasm coming. "Alright. But I will pay you back, and if you don't take it, you'll face my wrath," I warned him pla
Cole Harrington Nicola was too ashamed to face my brother just yet, so she bolted from the office, heading back to her room. I watched her retreating form with a mix of amusement and exasperation before turning my attention to Lucas. He was at the bar, pouring himself a drink, his expression one of
His words struck a nerve. He was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. When I initially proposed marriage to Nicola, it was just for Arabella. I had decided to be a devoted, loyal husband to her. I was going to be intimate with her only for her. I was going to be romantic only for her sake. But now
Nicola Taylor The towering Harrington headquarters loomed before me as I arrived, a blend of excitement and nerves buzzing through me. It felt surreal, stepping into the epicenter of my husband's world, yet the irony was that my first visit wasn't to see Cole, but his brother, Lucas. He'd called la
Nicola Taylor I strode into the boutique with Isabelle in tow, feeling a surge of excitement. Shopping was never really my thing, but the prospect of playing dress-up with Lucas's assistant was oddly thrilling. Isabelle seemed hesitant, her steps slow and unsure, but I was determined to help her fi
“That does help, but now I’m like a hundred percent sure Lucas knows what you’re up to.” “I’ve been working with him for two years now. I think it’s fine,” she said, though her voice lacked confidence. I sighed, feeling a strange protective instinct over this woman I barely knew. “You seem like a
Nicola Taylor I entered the kitchen, a spring in my step, feeling elated. Helping Isabelle had been unexpectedly fulfilling, and making a new friend felt even better. Humming a cheerful tune, I reached for the teapot, my mind still buzzing peacefully. The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air