LOGINNicole Harper~•~My entire body stilled.How did he— Did he even know what he was talking about? Was he testing me? I forced my body to relax. I couldn’t give anything off. Maybe it was just like it was in the office. They were spreading rumors without any knowledge of the truth or even proof. I managed a casual laugh. “What are you talking about?”My father’s eyes twinkled with excitement as if he had me right where he wanted me. “Your mother’s husband. Tristan Michelson. Aren’t you dating him?”“Have you spent so much time gambling that you traded your brain cell for a few cards?” I blinked, trying to sound innocent. Yes, aside from Tristan and me, about six other people knew about us. It had almost become an open secret, but it was still a secret for a reason and I wasn’t going to let anyone who didn’t have good intentions for me find out. “You’re calling him my mother’s husband and asking if I’m dating him in the same breath.”“Playing dumb, I see.” The corner of his mouth lift
Nicole Harper~•~I almost didn’t go.I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, staring at my reflection like I could find an excuse to back out if I looked hard enough. My fingers hovered over my phone more than once, tempted to send a quick message to cancel, to say something had come up, to push it to another day. But I’d already said yes and I really needed to get it over with.I was tired of the man hovering around my life like a dark fucking cloud.“You know you’re not obligated to go, right?” Tristan asked, watching me from the bed.“Yeah, but I don’t want him to keep showing up.”“I’ll—““Take care of it?” I finished for him. “Do you have a savior complex or something?”Tristan didn’t falter. “Only when it comes to you.”I exhaled slowly, kissing Tristan goodbye, grabbing my bag, and forcing myself to move before I could change my mind.The drive to the cafe felt longer than it actually was. Maybe it was because I spent the entirety of the drive wondering what he c
Nicole Harper~•~[Unknown: I saw you at the supermarket earlier.]I stilled, instinctively looking around to make sure nobody was watching me. The sound of the shower was audible, which meant Tristan still wasn’t done with his shower and I couldn’t suddenly burst in because I thought someone was watching me.When my phone buzzed with another text, I almost jumped out of my skin.[Unknown (2): I wanted to go say hi to you, but you were with your friend.]I tried to jog my memory, trying to recall if I recently gave out my contact. I couldn’t remember giving it to anyone. [Me: who are you?]When they didn’t reply fast enough, I panicked and sent another message.[Me (2): I’m blocking you][Unknown: Calm down, Nicole.”[Unknown (2): It’s your father]A mix of relief and unease settled in my chest. Relief because I wasn’t being watched by some stranger. Unease because it was him. The man couldn’t take a hint. I’d told him I didn’t want anything to do with him the last time we met two w
Nicole Harper~•~“Was that why you were grinning the whole time?” He arched an eyebrow. “Tell me, do you like them better than me?”I raised my chin in defiance, unable to pass up any opportunity I had to tease him. “What if I do?”Surprisingly, Tristan didn’t react to my question. Instead, his hand left my waist and wrapped around my wrist, pulling me toward the living room.“What are you—” I didn’t finish the sentence before he sat down on the sofa and pulled me with him, settling me on his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. My breath hitched slightly as I steadied myself, my hands resting on his shoulders. “You fit in too easily in my life,” he said randomly.I blinked down at him. “What?” That definitely wasn’t what I expected him to say after he pulled me onto his lap.“That’s a problem.”A small frown formed on my face. “What? Did you plan on discarding me when you were done with me?”Tristan chuckled as if the question was ridiculous, his lips brushing again
Nicole Harper~•~By the time Talia and I got back, the house felt a bit more comfortable, but maybe that was because I wasn’t tense around Talia anymore.She was good company and was able to make me relax in her space when she was the one intruding on mine.I could hear loud voices from the kitchen the second we stepped in, overlapping conversations and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the house. I paused just before we turned the corner, grocery bags hanging from my hands, just taking it in.This was a side of Tristan I hadn’t seen before. Not the intense, possessive man who looked at me like I was the only thing in the world, or the composed boss everyone tiptoed around at work. Right now, he was just a man with his friends.And I was glad to be able to be part of it.“We’re back!” Talia announced as she brushed past me with two bags. “And starving.”“You were gone for an hour,” One of the men called out from the kitchen. If I recalled the voice correctly, that was
Nicole Harper~•~I stared at Talia with wide eyes, waiting for her to take back her highly intrusive question.But she stared back at me with curiosity shining in her eyes and not a hint of judgment. If anything, she seemed fascinated.What was wrong with people these days? I thought I was crazy for wanting my stepfather but it seemed like everyone around me was even crazier for enabling it.“I— we—“ I opened and closed my mouth but there was nothing I could say.Once again, she didn’t even need my answer. “I overheard my brother talking about it with Seb. They don’t know I know though.”In that moment, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Unfortunately, I had no such luck. “I’m not— we’re not…”Talia chuckled. “There’s no need to deny it. You were cooking in his shirt when you opened the door. That’s enough proof.”“What makes you think the shirt doesn’t belong to me? Maybe I love oversized clothes?”She stared at me pointedly.“What if it belongs to my college bo
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
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~•~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
Tristan Michelson~•~I was fucked.I’d been hoping Nicole would be a different person from the masked woman, but it had been a long time since anything went my way.Now that I knew that she was the same person, I couldn’t unsee it. I was imagining her in that outfit from the penthouse, only this t







