Nolan pushed the door open and paused, scanning the restaurant for the jet-black hair he could never miss.He squinted a little, his head moving even slower, and he was so concentrated that the greeting of a short waitress sounded more like a squeak as she passed by.Then finally, he spotted the hair buried in a phone's screen. His shoulders relaxed, and he stepped away from the door, walking towards the table.He slid into the chair opposite the man. “Hey man." Kai looked up from his phone, a smile creeping to his lips as he shook Nolan's hand. “Welcome back! Feels good, right?”Nolan clicked his teeth. "No, not really." He replied, his eyes sweeping across the room.This was the first restaurant he'd ever walked into when he'd become an adult and just freshly inherited his father's empire.He could remember walking in here to hide from his father's board of directors when they'd called for a meeting for the fourth time that week.The new status had been so heavy on his neck that he
Jules closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her eyes dropping to nothing in particular.She'd completely forgotten that she'd gotten off pills and had none at home. Maybe that was why it hadn't crossed her mind the moment she got home yesterday.Anyone who'd seen her after Cassie cut the call, they'd have known something was up because her face had gone whiter than the rest of her body.But there was no way she was ditching work once again. And she didn't want to reschedule the meeting just after Zee had convinced the manager of the company she was supposed to meet with.It was later, after handling some more work, she stopped at a pharmacy and bought some medication. Then downed it with some warm coffee.Now she felt tired and a little shaken and the silence in the house didn't help as both Asher and Nancy were in some apartment with her mom.“Welcome, ma'am." The chef greeted as soon as she passed the dining room which was set for two.Jules tilted her head and frowned a
Jules pushed open the front door and slipped quietly through the lobby, her heels clicking softly against the tiles.“Good day, ma'am," the front desk lady greeted, and Jules just waved and kept on walking.But she could still feel the lady's gaze behind her—she could feel everyone's eyes on her.Or was it just in her head?‘Feeling guilty, slut?’ ‘Of course not.’ She whispered back as she got onto the elevator, clutching her handbag tightly.She felt no ounce of guilt if she was being honest with herself, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.Instead, she felt relieved and embraced the light feeling the orgasm had brought her. And she knew it wasn't just because it was Nolan.Before she'd gotten on top of Nolan, her heart was heavy, her mind was restless and she was holding her breath waiting for the chance to breathe. And that was what having sex with Nolan had brought.And she loved it even though she'd been forcing herself to look into Ethan's eyes.He couldn't make her feel
Nolan tapped his foot lightly on the brake pedal, his eyes occasionally darting to the rearview mirror. It's been two days since he’d confirmed Evie was missing, and he’d been everywhere—calling in favors, chasing leads, clinging to the hope that he could still fix this. The night Maggie had come over, he’d jumped in his car and driven aimlessly around the city, convincing himself he was in control. He hadn’t stopped until a patrol officer pulled him over and wouldn’t let him go until he produced his ID. Now he was parked in the lot of an old restaurant that people nearly didn't patronize anymore, expecting the only person he could think of after leaving the station. He was losing patience by the second, especially as his guest had warned him to stay off alcohol, despite the tempting force pushing him to walk into the building and order something dusty and forgotten was nearly unbearable. The time on his phone read minutes past the time agreed and he took deep breaths tryi
“Hi hi, you've reached Evie Quinn. Please drop a message after the beep or even better, how much you—”Nolan sighed and turned it off as he'd listened to that voicemail for an unhealthy number of times that he could still hear and recite it even without it being played.It was dark outside as he drove back home from work. These days he didn't want the services of a driver because he really wanted to be with his thoughts without some annoying employee saying: sir this, sir that.Especially since he and Evie had that argument and she'd run off to Maggie's house and he'd been ignoring his callsHonestly, it was selfish of him postponing the wedding instead of him just coming out with it that he was no longer interested in her. But he just couldn't bring himself to say the words. And he didn't know why.One minute she's all smug and pretty and loveable. The next moment she's seeking ways to claw out his eyes.Yes, that's how relationships work, but it was different when it was Jules. Not
Jules fastened a bracelet on one wrist, and a wristwatch on the other, keeping her eyes forward and not doing as much as breathing loudly as Ethan moved around the room, also getting ready to leave.It'd just been a week since their anniversary, and Jules still hadn't said more than “good morning” or “welcome” to Ethan. And she didn't act like she was planning to say more than that anytime soon.Hurt still sat heavy on her chest, and she hadn’t decided exactly how to handle him, so for now, she simply kept her distance.For now, it was minutes past nine in the morning, and her mom's plane was scheduled to land in about thirty minutes.She checked her hair and face in the vanity mirror, then turned to the full length mirror to check her shirt and pants, which she planned to wear to work when she was done picking up her mom.As she straightened the sleeve of the peach colored shirt, her gaze caught Ethan’s reflection behind her.He was watching her.Without saying a word, she turned her