He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with passion as he looked at me. "You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "I can’t get enough of you." I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Cole..." He silenced me with another kiss, his hands sliding under my shirt, making
Nicola Taylor We moved to the dining table, eager to know why Lucas wanted to talk to me. “So, I need to tell you something about Isabelle now that she is your friend. She is—” Lucas starts, sitting opposite me while Cole sits next to me. “I already told her,” Cole chimes in, starting to peel an
Cole Harrington Nicola and I stood at the doorstep of my parents' house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the front yard. We had just arrived to drop off Arabella before heading to the conference Lucas had set up. It was supposed to be a quick farewell, but Bella seemed to be a little
Nicola Taylor The car ride was silent and awkward. I was angry, sad, and overwhelmed. Arabella's tears had been heart-wrenching, and Cole’s reaction had left me reeling. I had never seen Arabella cry the way she cried today. She was a strong little girl, but today, she had crumbled, and it broke my
Cole Harrington As Nicola and I checked into our hotel room, I couldn't help but feel horrible and anxious about how I handled such a delicate situation today. After all the drama, we finally had a moment to ourselves. I watched Nicola hum a little tune as she unpacked her things, her carefree atti
I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to make her feel how hard I was, “You have no idea.” Nicola leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “Then show me.” I didn’t need any more encouragement. My hands groped her thighs, pushing her nightdress higher as I reveled in the feel of h
Nicola Taylor There was a knock on my door, making me grumble as I woke up from my deep slumber. I loved the feel of Cole’s warm body against mine in this cold, air-conditioned room. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the morning light creeping through the curtains. He was still asleep,
Nicola Taylor I wore my sunkissed yellow dress, hugging my body with light makeup, looking the best I ever had. The soft fabric clung to my curves, making me feel both confident and alluring. I took a final glance in the bathroom mirror, ensuring everything was perfect before stepping out. As I ex
Nicola Taylor I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring at the entrance of Cole’s office building. I felt utterly defeated. Six years ago, my life had crumbled in his absence. And now, here I was again, stuck in an endless loop, except this time, I wasn’t competing with the
Cole Harrington I watched Nicola walk off, her retreating figure stirring something uneasy in my chest. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate. I felt suffocated, torn between what was happening and what I was inadvertently doing to the woman I c
Nicola Taylor The weight of her words hit like a tidal wave. I felt my chest tighten as I realized what she’d sacrificed, and I could see the shift in Cole’s expression. The anger in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something closer to heartbreak. “And you just… agreed to that?” he asked, his voice b
“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go,” she said simply. “You would’ve fought him, and he would’ve come after you too. After Arabella. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let him hurt you the way he wanted to hurt me.” The three of us stood in silence, the weight of Courtney’s confession hanging heavy
Nicola Taylor Arabella went back inside, her small figure disappearing into the house with a frustrated sigh. The heavy front door creaked as it closed, leaving just the three of us standing in the cool morning air. Silence settled over the driveway, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves i
Nicola Taylor The night was a restless blur. Aaron’s small, trembling body pressed against mine as he cried himself to sleep, his tears soaking through my shirt. I stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering soft reassurances until his breathing evened out. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself
Nicola Taylor As I sat on Emma’s worn but cozy couch, “I think I should head home now,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “I miss my kids, and I can’t keep running away. If I stay away much longer, Cole might do something drastic to track me down.” The thought made my stomach ch
Cole Harrington “Where is she?” my mom screamed, her voice cutting through the thick tension in the room as her glare landed on Courtney. Courtney shrank back, but she didn’t respond, her face pale and drawn. My mother had never been a fan of Courtney—not openly hostile, but certainly not warm. S
Nicola Taylor Her apartment was modest but surprisingly clean. A small living room with a sagging couch and mismatched furniture opened into a kitchenette. A door to the left likely led to her bedroom, and there was a pile of laundry in one corner. The faint smell of lavender hung in the air, mixi