LOGINNicole Harper~•~It was past seven when I woke up the next morning, which meant I was going to be late for work.When I opened the door to the bedroom and poked my head out, I saw that Mike was already up and busy with his laptop. “Good morning,” I brought his attention to me. “Do you have anything I can change into after taking a shower? I’m going to be late for work if I wait to go home before showering.”“Good morning to you too,” he laughed. “And you can go through my closet. Take whatever you want.”“Thanks.” I went back in, grabbed the first pair of sweatpants and shirt I saw, and dashed into the bathroom, hearing him still chuckling in the living room.Unlike me, he didn’t have to rush to go to work. If I had the option, I would definitely consider working from home.I took the fastest shower known to man, rubbed off my body with his towel as I had no time to care for hygiene, and put on his clothes. They were quite big on me and made it seem like I was doing the walk of shame
Nicole Harper~•~Mike lived in a small one-bedroom apartment. The place was cozy and beautifully decorated. It didn’t look like he just started living there.As if he saw the confusion on my face, he said. “I moved in at eighteen. I schooled in Chicago so it was easy to commute from here to school.” He explained. “The place is pretty nice and I don’t see myself moving out for a while.”I nodded and continued to look around. Most of my agemates already had their lives together. Most of them had a car and an apartment. I had none. It was pretty embarrassing.Mike set the takeout down on the table and took off his jacket before finding something for us to watch. We watched the movie in comfortable silence, the only other sound apart from the movie being the sound of cutlery as we ate.Mike was a fun person to be around because not once did I get bored while I was with him. We watched several movies together, talked about our college life and work life, both of us having a few complaints
Nicole Harper~•~[Me: are you free?]I stared at my screen, waiting to see if he’d respond to my message or if he had finally given up on me as I never really gave him an answer the last time he asked me out on a date.I sat up straighter when the text message was marked red, then the three dots appeared.[Mike: yeah, you’re not working today?][Me: I called in sick.][Mike: are you okay?][Me: yes. I just needed a break from work. Are you free to hang?][Mike: well, that’s new]I bit down on my bottom lip, wondering if that was it. Then he sent the next message.[Mike (2): but I guess that’s a good thing. Should I come pick you up?]I didn’t hesitate to send my address, along with a message telling him that I’d be ready in thirty minutes.I got to work immediately. I took a fresh shower because I could still feel the stickiness in my thighs from what Tristan did at the office earlier. Since he said Mike wouldn’t get me wet, I was eager to prove him wrong. I wanted him to know he was
Nicole Harper~•~My breath hitched. His thumb came up to rest on the column of my throat, tracing the path as I swallowed against his hold.His lips curved slightly and that was enough to spark the defiance in me. “I said I spent the last two days with Mike,” I continued lying. “And I’d let him touch me whenever he feels like it.”His hand around my neck tightened and his little smile turned into a scowl. “Liar,” he said, like he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe me.“If that helps you sleep better at night, Tristan.”Tristan didn’t react immediately. His eyes searched mine as if he was looking for the truth in them. It seemed like he didn’t find what he was looking for because he suddenly spun me around, shoved me forward until my hips hit the edge of his desk.I gasped, surprised by the sudden movement as his back pressed up against my front, one of his hands still wrapped around my throat while the other yanked my hips back against him so I could feel exactly how much my words
Nicole Harper~•~My mother spent her weekend at home so I spent mine outside. I didn’t know how to be under the same roof with her. It didn’t help that she was always curious about my life.I didn’t sleep outside though. I just stayed out as long as I could and went back home to sleep.I was more than happy when Monday finally came, not because I was eager to go to work, but because I could actually have a reason to stay out of the house. I really needed to get my own place soon.I’d been working for Tristan for two months and a few weeks and the pay was honestly good. I was saving for when I eventually moved out because I’d need to get furniture and all that. Living in Tristan’s house was good for me, for my future. I only used my salary for transportation. I didn’t need to spend on food because almost everything was in the house. Tristan didn’t mind having me around and neither did my mother. I could stay there for a few more years and save enough for a down payment before I event
Nicole Harper~•~I hated living with rich people. When my curtains automatically parted the next morning, causing the sunlight to shine directly on my face, I was more than ready to commit murder.The automatic curtains forced everyone to wake up earlier than they wanted to. I guess it was a rich people thing as they wanted people to get up and get to work, but it was a freaking Saturday!I woke up sore in places I didn’t know could be sore, I was sore on my thighs, hips, the skin between my legs, and even my scalp from where he’d pulled my hair. The sheets smelled like him. I didn’t know what particular scent he had but it was peculiar and I would recognize it anywhere.I rolled over, buried my face in the pillow, and groaned. What the hell had I done?I’d let him blindfold me, let him rip my last good lingerie, let him spank me, fuck me raw, come on my skin, then clean me up like it was something more than sex before tucking me in and slipping out.And I’d fallen asleep like a sat
Nicole Harper~•~Tristan was unhinged.I wasn’t sure if he had figured it out or if he just suspected something, but the fact that he dared to confront me about it was absolutely crazy.What did he think would happen? I’d happily tell him that I’d met him some time two months ago and the said meet
Tristan Michelson~•~“It’s just a thought,” Julian clarified. “That doesn’t mean I’m right.”“When are you not right, Julian?” Nico scoffed.His theory was far-fetched, but that didn’t make it impossible. If anything, he clarified a few things for me.If—and this was a very big if—what he said was
Tristan Michelson~•~Lily’s daughter unsettled me.The reaction she had on her face when she first saw me intrigued me. It was immediately obvious she was unsatisfied with me, but for what reason?I wished I could tell.I didn’t know if it was because she was actively trying to avoid me—it had onl
Nicole Harper~•~At first, I thought, what the fuck? What were the odds that the man who kept appearing in my dreams happened to be the man my mom got married to?Then I thought, WHAT THE FUCK? Did he cheat on her with me? That night, I was never really sure who the groom was. If it was his bache







