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
Nicola TaylorHis hand moved lower, slowly, and I could barely hold back the tremor as his fingers slid teasingly against my wetness, brushing my slick folds, stoking the fire already burning deep inside me. My body reacted immediately, instinctively arching into his touch, desperate for more contac
Nicola TaylorI wake up alone, the bed feeling unusually cold and empty beside me. Cole isn’t there, and it’s strange how I miss his presence already. With a sigh, I roll out of bed, still groggy from staying up so late the night before. After stretching, I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, my
Nicola TaylorMy heart pounded against my chest as I stepped into the elegant restaurant I never thought I’d set foot in—let alone work at. The place was stunning, an exclusive Michelin-starred gem, with towering ceilings, shimmering chandeliers, and walls adorned with art so expensive it felt like