Without a second thought, he stood up, his authoritative voice slicing through the room, “Gentlemen, we’ll have to continue this later. Please, leave the room.” The businessmen exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t question him. They gathered their things and filed out of the office, shooting curiou
Nicola Taylor It was 7 am, and I was dropping Arabella off at school. I thought I’d offer Nicola a ride too, but she wasn’t downstairs yet. Frowning, I turned to Mrs. Kinsley. "Mrs. Kinsley, have you seen Nicola? She's not downstairs," I asked as I put Arabella lunchbox and water bottle in her bag
“And…” I continued, leaning closer, my breath warm against her ear. “I’m serious, Nicola. I’m not playing around.” “This is my room, Cole. I get to decide,” she shot back, her irritation evident but tinged with a playful undertone. “….and 3!” I hit ‘3’ with a dramatic flourish, she let out a squea
Nicola Taylor I woke up at 2 PM, feeling more exhausted than I expected. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, memories of the vivid sex dream with Cole flooded my mind, making my eyes widen in surprise. Had it really happened, or was it just my imagination running wild? Trying to shake off the conf
“Veronica, what are you doing here?” Cole asked, his voice strained as he gently pried her off him. “I just came to see you, Cole,” she purred, leaning closer, “I missed you.” Cole stepped back, putting more distance between them,“You should have called first. This isn’t a good time.” Veronica po
Nicola Taylor As we settled down on the couch, Arabella was playing and watching TV while munching on cookies. Cole and I each had a glass of wine, the evening settling into a comfortable rhythm. I took a sip, savouring the rich taste, and then turned to Cole, curiosity tugging at me. "What went w
Nicola Taylor The kitchen was buzzing with activity, the sounds of mixers whirring and oven timers chiming blending into a symphony of culinary chaos. The air was thick with the rich scents of chocolate and vanilla, a comforting aroma that made me feel right at home. I was working intently on my so
Nicola Taylor It was my day off, and I was lounging in bed, humming to myself and watching N*****x, fully immersed in Bridgeton. The soft light from the window cast a warm glow around the room, making it feel like the perfect lazy Saturday. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and before I coul