“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
Nicola TaylorAs I walked into the kitchen in my new chef’s uniform, I felt a rush of excitement and nerves. The name on my chest spelled “Nicole,” which I didn’t bother correcting. The head pastry chef didn’t seem like the type to care about small mistakes. He glanced at me with an indifferent expr
Nicola Taylor I came home from work after a short walk, pleasantly surprised to see Cole and Arabella waiting for me. Why was Arabella here on a weekday? My mind quickly flipped through the possibilities—was she sick, or had something happened? Before I could ask, Cole wrapped his arm around my
Nicola TaylorI couldn’t help myself. I typed it into the search bar: Signs of memory coming back after memory loss. The results flooded the screen. My heart pounded in my chest as I skimmed through the articles, looking for answers. But just as I started reading, I heard footsteps coming toward th
Nicola TaylorAfter the long, winding four-hour drive, I finally pulled up to our house, the sight of it instantly washing away a layer of my exhaustion. It was quiet, settled into the calm darkness of midnight. I gathered my bags, stepping out of the car and stretching, glancing at the familiar por