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 Isabelle sneaks up on me, surprising me as I am lost in my thoughts. "Boo!" she whispers in my ear, making me jump and almost spill my drink. The sudden shock causes me to jerk, the glass in my hand wobbling precariously before I manage to steady it. "Isabelle!" I exclaim, turning t
Nicola Taylor Cole had just received a call from his parents, informing him that Arabella was too upset and not eating. Our priority swiftly shifted from the conference to Arabella's well-being. It was clear that we needed to leave early—no amount of trying to get a thirty-two-year-old man to reali
Isabelle yanked her wrist free with a sharp tug. “I don’t need your permission to leave, Lucas. And let’s be clear—who screwed who over is up for debate. Last time I checked, you were the one who made the business deal that led to this mess.” Lucas’s face reddened, and he took a step closer. “A mes