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
Cole HarringtonI sit at my desk, my fingers idly tapping against the smooth surface, but my mind is miles away. I can’t focus. I haven’t been able to for days, ever since Nicola told me she missed the deadline for her internship. The one she’s been talking about since she started her course. The on
Nicola Taylor“Now what do I do?” Lucas groaned dramatically, throwing himself onto my couch with the kind of flair you’d expect from someone auditioning for a soap opera. His arms flailed as he sank into the cushions like his love life had just delivered a final, fatal blow.“I need to get the lock
Nicola TaylorAfter Lucas finally left, it was already late—bedtime, and the house was eerily quiet. I felt an unsettling nervousness gnawing at me as I noticed how strange Cole had been acting. He’d been sweet—tooo sweet—and though nothing overtly alarming had happened, there was something in his e
“Yeah, tomorrow the return window closes, so I really needed your opinion. It’s kind of expensive,” I mutter nervously, feeling ridiculously exposed under his intense gaze. I can feel the tension between us, thick and electric, as if the air itself is charged. His strong hands pull me closer, and my