Novels by writer.Nia

I wake up to the side of the bed already cold.My hands flail towards where Nathaniel laid down last night to confirm, and a strange, cold feeling settles in my stomach when I feel nothing. Nathaniel isn’t there.At first, I just lay there, but I’m suddenly attacked by the memory of how last night ended — with Nathaniel kissing away my tears before he put me to bed and hugged me to sleep. Why would he do that? Isn’t he aware that’s breaching our agreement terms?My gaze remains fixed on the ceiling above me and I don’t blink, like that alone might explain whatever warm feelings I felt last night when he did all that. And when it doesn’t — obviously — I push myself up slowly, the sheets slipping off my waist.The room is quiet and empty as expected. Just that, I won’t stay there. Besides, I have to meet Father and Carson for lunch later today. At the thought, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and unlock it, only to receive a notification. It’s a text from Father containing t

The room is quiet in a strange way that feels too intentional. Even the air feels still, like it’s waiting for something to break it.Or rather, someone. Whom? I have no idea. I’m lying on my back in Nathaniel’s room — that he brought me to after we returned though I didn’t protest — staring at the ceiling, but I doubt I’m really seeing it.My nerves have been stretched thin since our little moment in the car, a quiet kind of unease building in my stomach that I’ve been unable to do anything. And that’s because my mind keeps looping to one thing over and over again. To him. And the situation from earlier. I’ve been unable to stop myself from thinking about how he didn’t stop even after his movements felt a bit inconsistent back then in his thrusts. Nathaniel had looked at me in a way that suggested it didn’t matter whether or not I was ready, almost as if he knew what he was doing to me. He’d released himself inside of me.And surely, it couldn’t have been a mistake, right? Beca

Have I ever mentioned that Elara would be the death of me? If I didn’t, well, she’s going to be. If I have, she still is going to be the death of me. She’s currently impaled on my cock, her pupils blown wide, her breath coming out of her in short, ragged gasps. But she still won’t let me take control. And fuck if I intend to deny her the right. Still, I don’t let the opportunity to ask pass by. “Elara — “ I call again, just as she begins to move, grinding her hips. “Fuck.” “Mmmm,” she moans, lifting her hips now, then slamming back down on my cock, I swear the breath swooshes out of my throat. “You’re — hey!” She grabs my hands just as I’m about to touch her and places them above my head, holding up before she continues her ministrations on my cock. For a brief moment, I wonder if she realizes I can literally yank my hands and take control of this situation, or if she thinks she’s actually in control. Either ways, I let her be. I let her be because I have no fucking idea

I may or may not have forgotten how to breathe. At first, I think Nathaniel is joking, but when I look at him — like, really look at him — I realize he’s not joking. And a proof of that is right in front of me. It’s in his eyes carrying a glint of challenge in them. And it’s in the way he says it like he’s certain I won’t follow through. He said to teach him a lesson. At the thought, a strange rush of warmth goes through my body, and I purse my lips into a thin line. Fine. I stand up immediately, ignoring the way his face follows my movements without blinking. Before he can even comprehend what I’m about to do, I bend and reach for his tie, my fingers curling around the fabric as I pull him just enough to close the space between us. The movement is small and controlled, but it’s enough to keep little space between us, and I watch as his gaze drops briefly to my hand, then lifts back to my face before a strange look flashes there. Interest, maybe. Or surprise. Whatever it is

When I return to the VIP room, Nathaniel and Anderson are still talking. Over the pounding of my pulse and racing of my heart in my ears, the vibration of music from the bar reaches us, but I don’t think too much about it as I walk over to the couch and take my former position. Nathaniel’s gaze flicks to me as I seat, but it returns to Anderson almost immediately, and I remain there, waiting for him to finish so I can tell him what I heard back there. “…expansion is only viable if the exclusivity holds,” Anderson is saying, his voice reaching my ears as he leans forward slightly towards Nathaniel. “Otherwise, it’s going to lose value. The club, I mean.” Nathaniel nods slowly. “Then you’ll have to make sure the expansion holds.” His words are simple and decisive, and while I don’t even understand what he’s talking about, it sounds like something that can be done easily. At least to him. In response to his words, though, Anderson lets out a small laugh. “Easier said than done

I don’t recognize this man. During the time I’ve known Vivienne, I’ve never seen her with this man, and neither has he ever made any appearances close to Adrian. In fact, he seems taller and muscular than Adrian from what I can see, but his face is invisible in the dim lighting of the hallway. But that’s not all. Vivienne has her arms resting against his shoulder, their chests pressed against each others in a way that doesn’t look causal, given she has a fiancé. Dear god. What is going on?“You’re sure Adrian doesn’t know?” A deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I snap myself back to reality just in time to register it as the man’s before Vivienne replies. “He doesn’t,” she says. After a pause, she continues, her voice quieter now. “And by the time he does, it won’t matter.”I freeze. What are they talking about that Adrian doesn’t know of?The man exhales, like it’s something to be relieved of. “The documents need to be clean, baby. There should be no gaps or any trace b