LOGINNicole Harper~•~Living alone was odd.I’d never lived alone, if we weren’t counting the times my mother left me alone at home to entertain other men. I had never had a place to call mine. Even back in college, I had roommates, which was why it was so weird sitting on the stool in front of my kitchen island in my kitchen.There was also the fact that the majority of my furniture hadn’t arrived. My living room was empty.After getting pissed at Tristan for his compensation, I realized it was a one-time opportunity, which was why I finalized the lease the same day and went shopping for furniture. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford express delivery so I had to wait for a while.I had savings, but I didn’t want to touch them just yet. Unlike before, I now had rent and utility bills to pay. I couldn’t waste a cent on unnecessary things.I was bored, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I was tired of watching movies on my laptop. I didn’t have any pending work to do. I also didn’t want to go out
Tristan Michelson~•~The first thing I noticed was how light the gun felt in my hand. Compared to the damage it could cause, it didn’t carry enough weight.“Since when were you interested in guns?” I studied the Glock in my hand, noting how it didn’t have a safety pin. I placed my finger on the trigger and aimed at a vase by the stool.Nico snatched up the vase. “My mama gave this to me.”“Do you believe I’ll magically have a good aim?” I laughed.“When you’re looking at my vase and imagining it to be someone else’s head, I can’t say I trust you.” He said dryly and dropped it back where it was. He went toward the bar, poured two glasses of whiskey, and handed one over to me. “Who do you feel like killing?”I let go of the gun before I actually pulled the trigger and released a breath. “There’s this boy’s face I don’t enjoy seeing.”Nico stared at me for a few seconds before he suddenly laughed. “Let me guess. He has something to do with that stepdaughter of yours?”It was embarrassi
Nicole Harper~•~“Your stepfather was intense.”I hated hearing anyone call Tristan my stepfather. It rubbed me the wrong way because I’d seen every intimate part of him.“He didn’t even say anything yet it felt like his eyes were doing the talking.” Mike let out a shaky breath as he focused on the road, only managing to spare me a glance. “I can see why you want to leave. How did you cope before this?”I laughed awkwardly, dismissing the question. “We’ll pick up Rhea first.”I knew what I was doing when I invited Mike to help me transport my things to my new apartment. I’d used the excuse of needing his car like my mother’s car wasn’t there. It was just so I could piss Tristan off. When I realized the money he gave me was enough to rent a place and even buy a few pieces of furniture, I decided to spend it because why not? It was mine anyway. My compensation.I knew that only was enough to get him angrier but Mike was the cherry on top. Using Sebastian had consequences. I ended up wi
Tristan Michelson ~•~“Tristan Michelson calling,” Sebastian’s voice rang out on the other end of the call. “This must be a miracle.”“Seeing as you are in high spirits, I take it that you do not know that your wife was just announcing to everyone that you’re a cheater.”I could literally feel him straighten up. “What?”“And she embarrassed my employee,” I gritted out. “The petty games you’ve been playing to piss me off have consequences, Seb, and Nicole took the brunt of it.”“Fuck,” he hissed. “How bad?”“She slapped her.” I pointed out, the memory causing my grip to tighten around my phone. I’d never been a violent man, especially not to women, but I didn’t know what to do with all this rage burning in me. I was proud when Nicole raised her hand, but somehow, even prouder when she restrained herself. “Deal with it as you see fit, but if it repeats itself, I won’t be polite.”He sighed, unable to say anything.“Also, Sebastian?”“What?” He grumbled.“You’re banned from my floor.”I
Nicole Harper~•~“I’m suing.”“No.” Tristan’s response was immediate.It caught me off guard. He knew I was wrong. He had even stepped in to intervene. I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”“I said no.” Tristan’s tone didn’t change. It was calm and firm like he’d already made the decision for me.Annoyance flared instantly in my chest. I couldn’t dial back my annoyance even if I tried. He was just trying to comfort me. Now he was already starting to piss me off. “Why the fuck not?”His gaze didn’t falter. “Because it’s not happening.”My chest rose and fell rapidly. “It is happening,” I snapped. “She slapped me in front of the entire office. She accused me of sleeping with her husband. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?”“I do.”“Then why are you trying to stop me?” I demanded. “I deserve to be compensated for that.”There was a pause, then, “How much?”I frowned. “What?”“How much do you want?” he repeated, like we were discussing a business deal and not the humiliation done by
Nicole Harper ~•~ No one said anything. I stood up from my seat, still unable to process the fact that a complete stranger had just laid their hand on me. When I met the woman’s gaze, her eyes were filled with hatred. This wasn’t some fucking joke. I raised my hand with the intent to return the favor, but my hand froze in the air when I realized I was at my workplace. I wasn’t sure whether or not I had the right to slap her back. What if she were a client? Then again, I never directly dealt with clients. I had no reason to. All I did was sit behind a computer and do my job. I dropped my hand by my side, my chest heaving. She scoffed at the sight. “As if you’d dare.” Her tone was mocking. “Guilty sluts like you have no choice but to suffer the consequences of their actions.” My cheeks reddened and it didn’t come from the slap. The embarrassment was louder than the silence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to level my voice and not show just how fuck
Tristan Michelson~•~Her lips parted as she stared at me incredulously. “W-what?”I didn’t mind repeating it for her just to see her reaction. “You might have to get on your knees first.” She had a mouth on her and I wanted to see how it would feel wrapped around my cock.But I was just messing wi
Nicole Harper~•~I hated being interrogated, but Tristan didn’t give a fuck even if I made it obvious how much his questions irritated me.“Is it a crime to have my name changed, Mr. Michelson?” I asked, making sure sarcasm dripped down my words.As always, he wasn’t offended. “Not necessarily, bu
Tristan Michelson~•~My mouth parted in disbelief as she walked out the door, deliberately swaying her hips.A scoff escaped my lips. Nicole was an interesting woman. She was feisty. She was exactly the kind of woman that appealed to me. I just didn’t think she held grudges and would leave me hard
Tristan Michelson~•~Like Sebastian, Nico, and I always said, Julian was always right.He’d told me my plan would backfire and only a few days later, the girl was prepping to go on a date. It unsettled me. I felt like going into her room to stop her, to bend her over her bed and remind her that he







