Nicola TaylorThe sprawling dining room of the Harrington manor brimmed with the buzz of family chatter, each person caught up in their own conversations. The table, adorned with brunch classics—eggs benedict, pastries, and fruit platters—was a symphony of clinking cutlery and mismatched voices. Col
Cole HarringtonNicola breezed into the bedroom, her loose hair catching in the soft light as she shut the door behind her. She wore a fitted white tank, so snug it left nothing to the imagination, and the shortest pair of shorts I’d ever seen her in. She flopped onto the bed with casual grace, scro
Nicola TaylorCole and I were just a breath away from kissing when the doorbell rang, and we both groaned in frustration."We could just ignore it," he murmured, his hands sliding around my waist as he tried to pull me back in.I laughed, gently pushing him back. "Tempting, but I think it's Mrs. Kin
Nicola TaylorI was still simmering over Sierra, but I had to admit she’d respected my wishes and backed off for now. It felt like a minor victory, but something about her sudden departure from the scene didn’t sit well with me. I knew her type—always with a foot wedged in the door, waiting for just
Nicola TaylorI arrived home just past two in the afternoon, the drive feeling longer than it should have. I wasn’t sure if the frustration made the trip feel endless or if it was simply the weight of this nagging feeling I couldn’t shake. Either way, I was exhausted but determined. If I could just
Cole seemed taken aback by my response, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you hear what I just told you? She’s been hurt by the one person she trusted most, what am I supposed to say? Go away?” he replied, sounding slightly exasperated.“Oh, I heard you,” I replied, the anger I’d tried to hold back
Nicola TaylorThe drive back felt longer than the hours it actually took. Every mile was filled with regret and frustration for having wasted precious time on a confrontation that had only stirred more questions and doubts. Skipping work for this… this pointless confrontation had been a mistake, and
The words struck a chord, pulling at me, his hand still on my arm, his fingers pressing warmth into my skin, lingering, grounding me there in the charged silence. I swallowed, trying to hold my ground. “I don’t know, Cole. I don’t know. I mean, I do think that if a person was there when you needed t