LOGINNicole pov
I stared at the floor unable to look at him. I should really learn to control y tongue if I don't wanna lose my job. I waited for him to speak,but he didn't..the silence was making me more uneasy. I slowly glanced up and our eyes met. He was staring at me ,but I couldn't read his facial expression. Then I saw Raphael brought out his wallet and extract some notes from it. He placed the cash on the table. “Miss Nicole Noor,I really thought I won't see you again and honestly I don't want to. But now that I did…I think I need to Make you understand that aside from being a CEO,I have no other side Jobs so take back your 200 dollars”. I swallowed. I can't believe he just called me into his office to clarify that he's isn't a prostitute. “I understand.’” I Said with a harmless smile. I exhaled, extremely relieved. So we just have to get the past behind us . That night never happened and we can… Before I could complete my thoughts …he throw a hundred dollars on the table. I stared at him, confused. “That's 100 dollars is for your reward for last night. You se it wasn't that good,it only worth that much”.He let out, sardonically. I bit my lower lip in anger. I'm only worth a hundred dollars?! So Demanding. My fist clenched and I tried to control my temper. I reminded myself of how much I needed this job. So I force a smile out of me and picked up the 300 dollars. “if that's all, sir, I would like to get back to work.” With that,I left his office. As son as I got back,Nora came over to my desks. “C’mon ,girl .… Why did he send for you? What did he say? Tell me everything.” She asked almost immediately. I signed and replied; “ To tell me he isn't a prostitute.” “And?” She probed. I blinked.. there's no way I can tell her that he made me the prostitute instead. She was laughing her ass out at me. So I shrugged. “What? You can't certainly mean that was all you two talked about.” “That was all what were you expecting?” I asked suddenly feeling irritated. Nora giggled. “I thought,you know…well ,he might have fallen for you last night and you guys were on a start of a beautiful romantic relationship.” Instantly,I cringed.” Get that stupid idea out of your head. I'm not interested. She laughed.” You're joking, right? Do you know how many women would kill to be with a man like Mr Raphael whites ? As a matter of fact all the female employees here are gushing over him. She brought out her cellphone and showed me Raphael's pictures which had been posted by some female employees in the company. I rolled my eyes.”oh please.” “Honestly… tell me ..how did it feel to have sex with him?” How did it feels? I don't know because I can't even remember it clearly. I do know I was tender this morning. I can remember glimpses of him thrusting in and out of me. Ah. … I'm never getting drunk again. To save my face,I replied.”It wasn't that impressive mif you desperately want to know how it felt maybe u can try to sleep with him, I'm sure he won't mine.” “I wish I could”.she sighed and returned to her desk. Deep down..I wish I could remember everything about last night…every single detail. I mean… to be honest…the man is super hot….so good looking. He might really be good with his member…. Did he do it to me so good then? It's such a pity that there would be no opportunity for me to get to know that. He's my boss now. And I won't Cross the line so there can never be a connection between us. My phone rang Out , interrupting my thoughts. It was my mother… I'm pretty sure she's going to urge me More into attending Uncle Anderson party tonight. I covered my face with my hands, trying to prepare myself for the evening for it was going to be a long night.Nicole’s POV The office didn’t feel the same after she left. Not quieter, not louder… just wrong. Like something had shifted half an inch out of place and refused to go back. I stood where she’d left me, staring at the door a second too long, like it might open again and fix whatever that was. It didn’t. It never does. My reflection caught in the glass before I meant to look. Still composed, still sharp, still exactly what everyone expected to see. I held my own gaze for a second, then another, like I was waiting for it to crack first. It didn’t either. That almost annoyed me. I moved.Not out of hesitation, but intention. The photo was still open on my phone. The angle sat wrong in my head, like a word on the tip of your tongue that refuses to come out. I lifted it again, zooming in just slightly, not on myself this time… on the edges. The reflection. The glass. The faint outline of something behind it. My brows pulled together. “…that’s not outside.” The realization didn’t hi
Nicole’s POV The office felt… too bright. Not the normal kind of bright. The kind that sat behind your eyes and refused to dim, no matter how many times you blinked. My heels clicked against the floor.Steady, Measured and Controlled. people would think everything about me At least… from the outside is stable not knowing my mind is rollercoaster Inside. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out without hesitation.Because pausing meant thinking and thinking meant replaying. My grip tightened slightly around my phone. “Morning, ma’am.” I didn’t even look at who said it. “Morning.” My voice came out smooth. Easy. Like I slept......Like I wasn’t standing in my apartment last night staring at a photo of myself taken from across the street. Like someone wasn’t watching me or will I say Still watching me. I reached my office door, pushing it open. I stepped inside, closing it behind me with a quiet click. My hand pressed against the edge of the desk, finge
Nicole’s POV The kettle clicked Soft Almost like nothing. But it landed too loud in the silence. My phone was still in my hand, the screen dimming slowly before going dark. Behind me, water began to heat again.A low hum. Then the faint tremble of it nearing a boil. Mom moved around the kitchen.Cup against the counter Ceramic tapping lightly. Like she was being careful not to make noise.....m And somehow making more because of it. “You should sit, you've been standing for a while now.” Her voice came from behind me. I didn’t answer. l My thumb brushed the side of my phone, waking the screen again. Light spilled across my palm Cold and Unforgiving. The message sat there. Something about it felt deliberate. Like whoever sent it knew exactly how long I’d stare before giving in. Another second passed. The kettle hissed softly now,Steam building,Pressure rising. I tapped the screen. You’re asking the wrong people. My fingers tightened slightly. The words
Nicole’s POV > Now she knows. The words didn’t leave the screen. They stayed there. Burning into my eyes. Into my chest. Into something deeper I didn’t want to name. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe properly. Because whoever this was.... They weren’t just watching. They were listening. To everything. Every word. Every reaction. Every crack. My fingers trembled slightly around the phone. Not fear. Not exactly. Something sharper. Something colder. “Nicole.” Raphael’s voice cut through it. Low. Controlled. I dragged my eyes off the screen slowly. Looked at him. And suddenly..... Everything felt different. The hallway. The messages. Him. “You knew my uncle before that day?” I asked quietly. He didn’t answer immediately That silence..It pressed harder than any words. “Nicole...” “No.” I shook my head once. “Don’t.” Because I could feel it...,. The truth sitting right there, waiting to break somet
Nicole’s POV this can't be random Raphael? at my place ? How did he get to know were I stay.....that was all that was running through my mind. The sound of his voice outside my door should’ve calmed me. Instead .... It made my pulse spike harder. Because relief only lasted for half a second before another thought slammed into me. I stayed frozen near the door with my back pressed on it , Listening. The hallway outside remained quiet. Then another knock came. Softer this time. “Nicole.” “Open the door.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten. Not commanding but Urgent. I swallowed hard and finally forced myself to move. My hand wrapped around the lock slowly. I hesitated. Just for a second, Then unlocked it The door opened barely halfway before Raphael’s face came into view. And immediately..... Something felt wrong.... Not with him but With the situation. His expression was unreadable as always. Controlled and Sharp. But h
Nicole’s POV “Nicole.” Nora’s voice softened when I didn’t answer immediately. Streetlights spilled across the sidewalk in pale gold, catching against the worried crease between her brows. I forced my hand to relax around the phone. Too late. She already noticed. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said quietly. I let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Trust me,” I murmured, locking my phone quickly, “I wish it was that simple.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. That was the problem with Nora. She paid attention too much sometimes. “What happened?” she asked again. The question sat between us. Heavy. Dangerous. I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Because what exactly was I supposed to say? Hey Nora, someone has apparently been secretly taking pictures of me for years and sending them to me like some twisted scrapbook of my life? Even thinking it sounded insane. My throat tightened slightly. “I’m just tired,” I said finall







