Nicola Taylor“Cole, my friend Steph is coming over, okay?” I called out, stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, my skin still warm from the steam. The cool air of the bedroom hit me as I padded across the floor toward the closet. I rummaged through the hangers, my fingers grazin
Nicola Taylor"So, I’m thinking about getting a boob job," Steph says casually, sipping her coffee. Her words hang in the air for a second, and I nearly choke on mine, my eyes widening in surprise. Across the room, Cole pauses mid-sentence, his brow furrowing in confusion."Why?" he asks, genuine cu
Nicola Taylor“Okay, what's the problem here? You don’t even want a boob job, so who cares?” Cole says as he follows me around the kitchen like an oversized puppy, clearly not grasping the larger issue at hand.I roll my eyes, trying not to smile at how clueless he can be. “The problem,” I begin, wa
Cole HarringtonI stood in the doorway, watching Nicola as she moved, her back turned to me. She was humming to herself, swaying her hips lightly while smoothing out the sheets. Every movement drew my eyes down the curve of her waist, and I couldn’t stop the pull I felt towards her.Silently, I step
I had no intention of stopping. I quickened my pace, watching her face as she fell apart beneath me, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came, her body shaking with the force of it.I pulled off her dress completely as she watched, her mouth open in surprise as I flipped her onto her ha
Nicola Taylor“Nicola, what is this?” Cole’s voice cut through the air like a knife. His eyes were wide, disbelief etched on his face as he held up a piece of paper. I froze, my pulse racing when I realized what it was.The offer letter.“That’s just…” My voice faltered, weak and uncertain. He wasn’
Nicola Taylor“Hello, ma’am. Is the offer still available?” I ask sheepishly, peeking into Mrs. Hinkle’s office. My heart races in my chest as I fidget by the door, trying to read her expression.She raises an eyebrow and gestures for me to come in, her stern demeanor as unwavering as always. “Sit d
Nicola Taylor“Hey, Cole,” I say, trying to sound upbeat as I step into the living room, holding a small cake case in my hands. My smile feels shaky, and my heart is pounding in my chest, but I keep my voice light.Cole looks up from the couch, his eyes brightening immediately at the sight of me. Hi