~Nella~I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was saying—I could barely understand myself. The words tumbled from my lips like water slipping through cupped hands. Then everything faded. My eyelids drooped, the room spun gently, and darkness wrapped itself around me like a blanket.When I opened my eyes, I gasped.I shot up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside it. I turned to see Ashley fast asleep beside me, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Panic surged through me.Wait… this wasn’t my bedroom. And it sure as hell wasn’t hers either.“Ashley,” I whispered, giving her a gentle nudge. She groaned and turned to the other side, trying to get more comfortable.I tapped her harder. “C’mon girl, wake up.”“Oh no… please,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Ash, seriously. Where are we?” I asked, sitting up straighter and scanning the unfamiliar room. Plush sheets, clean white walls, expensive curt
~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil
~Nella~“But what if Roy’s actually serious about all of this?” Ash said, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “And now there’s Gray… you’re not seeing how messy this could get?”I lay still, watching the slow spin of the fan blades above. “There’s no mess, Ash. Gray’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on with Roy.”She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that was somewhere between amused and skeptical.“I’m serious,” I added. “I love Gray. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”“Yeah, yeah. But Gray’s been kind of… a bit too much lately and I want you to make the right decision when you’re still single,” Ash said. “And don’t act like you didn’t talk about Roy more than you should’ve after that night. One night stands don’t usually linger in conversation like that.”I shifted, cutting her off. I’m going to see Gray tomorrow anyway — spend the weekend with him. Just… drop it, Ash.”She nodded, quiet for once, and I turned over with a sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping f
~Nella~The rest of the ride to Gray’s apartment was light and easy. We chatted about our week, gossiped about our friends, and debated over the best late-night movies to binge. He joked about my obsession with spicy noodles, and I teased him for always ordering the same boring coffee. We laughed so much, I barely noticed we’d arrived until the car slowed in front of his building.Stepping into his apartment felt like walking into a surprise. The fridge was packed, the air smelled faintly of cinnamon, and on the kitchen counter sat a tiny basket filled with scented candles, satin scrunchies, and my favorite snacks.I laughed, unable to hold it in. “Oh my God, how long have you been preparing for this?”Gray looked proud of himself. “I’ve really missed you. What did you expect? There’s no way I was letting this weekend be a normal one. I planned everything down to the last pillow.”I shook my head, heart fluttering. “Okay… I’m here for all of it,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on h
~Nella~How could I have forgotten about the lingerie?I had carefully picked it out from the popular Diva store, lured in by the red satin set that promised seduction and elegance all in one. I wanted everything about this weekend to be unforgettable—perfect. Not just because it had been long overdue, but because I needed the space and mood to talk about something more… something deeper. Like us. Like marriage.Sex was Gray’s language of love. He didn’t play around with it—ever.He walked out of the bedroom into the living room, carrying two wine glasses, each filled halfway with deep red wine that shimmered under the dim lights.“Here, babe,” he said, handing me a glass and settling beside me on the couch. I smiled as I accepted it, and we both took a quiet sip.Then, he leaned in and kissed me—slow, sweet, tasting of wine and warmth.“Hmmm… you actually taste better, you know,” he teased with a grin that made me giggle.Just when I was sinking into the comfort of that moment, he lo
~Nella~I heard the front door click, then the soft creak of his shoes against the hardwood. Gray was home.My heart thumped wildly, even though I’d rehearsed what I’d say a dozen times. I had already changed into my dress, packed my things, and stood near the doorway like a woman on the edge—because that’s exactly what I was.He walked in, a little too casually for someone who’d lit my world on fire and left the ashes blowing in the wind.His smile faltered when he saw my bag. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”I didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m leaving, Gray.”He blinked. “Leaving?” His voice dipped lower. “Why?”I stepped past him, determined not to cry—but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back with enough force that I stumbled slightly into his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Gray?” I snapped, jerking my hand.“What does it look like I’m doing? Answer me, Nella!” His voice cracked, like he wasn’t angry—just… breaking.My throat tightened. “What else do you want from me?” I ask
~Nella~“Gray, please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to go home.”He looked down at me, his jaw tightened. “Why are you acting like this?”“Why?” I echoed bitterly. “You bent me over and used me like I was nothing. That wasn’t love. That wasn’t even us.”“You didn’t stop me.”I stared at him in disbelief. “I begged you. That wasn’t consent, Gray. That was fear.”He took a step back like my words slapped him harder than I ever could. For the first time, his eyes faltered.“I— I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“It’s too late for that,” I whispered, brushing past him. He didn’t stop me this time.I walked out the door, the night breeze slapping my face like reality. My ride was waiting, the driver leaning casually against the car door, phone in hand. He opened the door when he saw me.I slid into the backseat, heart pounding. Just as we were about to pull away, the passenger door opened. Gray slid in beside the driver, eyes locked on mine through the rearview mirror.“
~NELLA~It was finally Sam's birthday, and I was determined to surprise him with the money he'd been asking for, along with a few other gifts. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. I wasn’t even in New York—I had been called to Chicago for an emergency meeting with my boss and a potential partner company. The thought of missing Sam's special day filled me with disappointment, especially since I had so badly wanted to be there, to hand him the money myself and witness the joy on his face. But, as much as I longed to be with him, I had to push through the meeting. Earlier that day, I had sent Sam the money, and his excitement over the phone was contagious. He was over the moon, and I could hear the happiness in his voice as he thanked me repeatedly. We talked for hours, unable to hang up, savoring every moment. I couldn’t wait to be back in New York. In just a week, I would finally see him again. I was still determined to make it up to him with thoughtful gifts when I returned. I lov
~Nella~“Gray, please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to go home.”He looked down at me, his jaw tightened. “Why are you acting like this?”“Why?” I echoed bitterly. “You bent me over and used me like I was nothing. That wasn’t love. That wasn’t even us.”“You didn’t stop me.”I stared at him in disbelief. “I begged you. That wasn’t consent, Gray. That was fear.”He took a step back like my words slapped him harder than I ever could. For the first time, his eyes faltered.“I— I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“It’s too late for that,” I whispered, brushing past him. He didn’t stop me this time.I walked out the door, the night breeze slapping my face like reality. My ride was waiting, the driver leaning casually against the car door, phone in hand. He opened the door when he saw me.I slid into the backseat, heart pounding. Just as we were about to pull away, the passenger door opened. Gray slid in beside the driver, eyes locked on mine through the rearview mirror.“
~Nella~I heard the front door click, then the soft creak of his shoes against the hardwood. Gray was home.My heart thumped wildly, even though I’d rehearsed what I’d say a dozen times. I had already changed into my dress, packed my things, and stood near the doorway like a woman on the edge—because that’s exactly what I was.He walked in, a little too casually for someone who’d lit my world on fire and left the ashes blowing in the wind.His smile faltered when he saw my bag. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”I didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m leaving, Gray.”He blinked. “Leaving?” His voice dipped lower. “Why?”I stepped past him, determined not to cry—but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back with enough force that I stumbled slightly into his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Gray?” I snapped, jerking my hand.“What does it look like I’m doing? Answer me, Nella!” His voice cracked, like he wasn’t angry—just… breaking.My throat tightened. “What else do you want from me?” I ask
~Nella~How could I have forgotten about the lingerie?I had carefully picked it out from the popular Diva store, lured in by the red satin set that promised seduction and elegance all in one. I wanted everything about this weekend to be unforgettable—perfect. Not just because it had been long overdue, but because I needed the space and mood to talk about something more… something deeper. Like us. Like marriage.Sex was Gray’s language of love. He didn’t play around with it—ever.He walked out of the bedroom into the living room, carrying two wine glasses, each filled halfway with deep red wine that shimmered under the dim lights.“Here, babe,” he said, handing me a glass and settling beside me on the couch. I smiled as I accepted it, and we both took a quiet sip.Then, he leaned in and kissed me—slow, sweet, tasting of wine and warmth.“Hmmm… you actually taste better, you know,” he teased with a grin that made me giggle.Just when I was sinking into the comfort of that moment, he lo
~Nella~The rest of the ride to Gray’s apartment was light and easy. We chatted about our week, gossiped about our friends, and debated over the best late-night movies to binge. He joked about my obsession with spicy noodles, and I teased him for always ordering the same boring coffee. We laughed so much, I barely noticed we’d arrived until the car slowed in front of his building.Stepping into his apartment felt like walking into a surprise. The fridge was packed, the air smelled faintly of cinnamon, and on the kitchen counter sat a tiny basket filled with scented candles, satin scrunchies, and my favorite snacks.I laughed, unable to hold it in. “Oh my God, how long have you been preparing for this?”Gray looked proud of himself. “I’ve really missed you. What did you expect? There’s no way I was letting this weekend be a normal one. I planned everything down to the last pillow.”I shook my head, heart fluttering. “Okay… I’m here for all of it,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on h
~Nella~“But what if Roy’s actually serious about all of this?” Ash said, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “And now there’s Gray… you’re not seeing how messy this could get?”I lay still, watching the slow spin of the fan blades above. “There’s no mess, Ash. Gray’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on with Roy.”She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that was somewhere between amused and skeptical.“I’m serious,” I added. “I love Gray. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”“Yeah, yeah. But Gray’s been kind of… a bit too much lately and I want you to make the right decision when you’re still single,” Ash said. “And don’t act like you didn’t talk about Roy more than you should’ve after that night. One night stands don’t usually linger in conversation like that.”I shifted, cutting her off. I’m going to see Gray tomorrow anyway — spend the weekend with him. Just… drop it, Ash.”She nodded, quiet for once, and I turned over with a sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping f
~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil
~Nella~I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was saying—I could barely understand myself. The words tumbled from my lips like water slipping through cupped hands. Then everything faded. My eyelids drooped, the room spun gently, and darkness wrapped itself around me like a blanket.When I opened my eyes, I gasped.I shot up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside it. I turned to see Ashley fast asleep beside me, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Panic surged through me.Wait… this wasn’t my bedroom. And it sure as hell wasn’t hers either.“Ashley,” I whispered, giving her a gentle nudge. She groaned and turned to the other side, trying to get more comfortable.I tapped her harder. “C’mon girl, wake up.”“Oh no… please,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Ash, seriously. Where are we?” I asked, sitting up straighter and scanning the unfamiliar room. Plush sheets, clean white walls, expensive curt
~Nella~Roy was the last person I expected to see.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze clouding my vision. The alcohol had already settled deep in my system, and everything felt just a bit too loud, too bright. I turned slowly, confusion written all over my face as my eyes finally focused on him."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred but laced with curiosity.He gave a half-smile, his voice smooth and annoyingly charming. "Because I knew you'd be here... and I wanted to see your face outside of work.""What?" I blinked again, trying to focus, then hiccuped. My eyelids drooped despite my efforts to keep them open."I'm just kidding," he said, flashing a quick, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. Another hiccup escaped me."Here," the bartender said, sliding a glass of mixed wine toward me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the sweet burn coat my tongue.I turned back to Roy, squinting at him like he was a puz
~Nella~My life was tangled in so much drama, and I couldn’t make sense of what Roy was trying to pull. Everything felt like a game to him. I could see it now—he was probably trying to crawl back into my life, only to call it a mistake, like one of his discarded toys.When we finally reached the office, I stepped out of the car. “Thanks,” I muttered, shutting the door behind me, then made my way into the building.As I waited for the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, a hand reached out and stopped them. The doors slid open again. It was Roy. He stepped inside, moving slowly, and stood beside me. My heart started racing. “Good morning,” I said, managing a strained smile.“Hey,” he whispered.I felt a little uneasy, but I forced myself to speak. “Thanks for the ride.”He didn’t answer, but I caught the faintest curve of a smile on his lips. Just then, my phone rang—Gray. For some reason, I didn’t want to pick up. Maybe it was because Roy was right there, and then my mind