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
Nicola Taylor Arabella sat on her bedroom floor, surrounded by a sea of toys. Her small hands moved mechanically, arranging her dolls in a meticulous row, but her eyes were distant, her face a tight mask of frustration. Since we picked her up from her grandparents, she hadn't spoken a word. Cole e
Nicola Taylor I was setting up my bed, the soft hum of the night surrounding me, after a long shower that had done little to wash away the emotional exhaustion of the day. I felt drained, not just from the events but from the constant uncertainty about whether Cole would join me in bed tonight or n
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
“So, what’s going on?” she asked, her tone flat, as if she had asked this question to a thousand strangers and didn’t expect much of an answer. I froze, not sure if I wanted to spill my thoughts to a complete stranger. But something in her gaze—apathetic yet steady—made me falter. My walls were alr
Nicola Taylor The cab came to a screeching halt outside a small café, its warm yellow lights spilling out onto the darkened street like a lifeline. I thanked the driver, handed him a crumpled bill from the cash in my back pocket, and stepped out, realizing with a jolt of panic that I had left my p