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
The doors opened to reveal a stunning room filled with twinkling lights and the hum of sophisticated conversation. A live band played soft jazz in the background, adding to the ambiance. I dragged Cole’s hand up to the small of my back, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousne
I felt a surge of anger but forced myself to maintain composure. “I see,” I replied, forcing a smile. Before I could say anything else, Cole returned, his expression shifting from curious to concern as he looked between Sydney and me. “Everything alright here?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint
Nicola Taylor I was grateful that Cole didn't make much of the kiss and didn’t try to push things further after last night. We both respected each other’s boundaries, and that was important to me. Despite the moments of intense sexual tension, our relationship had found a good balance, a delicate
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “No, I just feel like she might end up kissing you or someday while working together, you two will end up in a room alone. I don’t know; I am all over the place.” Cole laughed, reaching over to pull my hands away from my face. "Nicola, you have nothing to
Nicola Taylor As I mixed the batter for my chunky chewy chocolate cookies, the intoxicating aroma of chocolate wafted through the kitchen, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I could already picture Cole's reaction, his eyes lighting up as he took his first bite. Baking had become a therape
Nicola Taylor As I hurried into the classroom, hating that I was late. Cole was in London for this week on a business trip so I had to take Arabella to school every day this week. I guess I suck at time management because I’ve been late two days in a row this week. Mr. Paterson’s eyes lit up wit