Restless Hearts

Author’s POVMila’s mind went completely blank the moment Arine’s lips met hers. This wasn’t like the soft, sudden kiss in the office. This one was hungry, deep, and full of everything they hadn’t said to each other.She let out a small, shaky sound and grabbed the front of his shirt, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him even closer. Arine tilted her head slightly and kissed her harder, his tongue brushing against hers, sending a rush of heat through her body. His thigh pressed between her legs as he pinned her gently but firmly against the mirror.For a few seconds, nothing else existed. Just him. Just this.But reality hit her too quickly.Mila tore her mouth away, breathing hard. Her lips felt swollen and warm. “Arine… stop,” she whispered, even though her hands were still tightly holding onto his shirt.“We can’t… This is wrong."Arine rested his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand stayed on her waist, thumb gently stroking her sid

Behind Tired Eyes

Author’s POVThe morning sun broke through the curtains, signaling the arrival of a new day, but it brought no rest to Mila’s exhausted mind. When her alarm finally rang, she dragged herself out of bed, having barely slept for a few consecutive hours. With a quiet groan, she walked into the bathroom, rubbing her eyes, and moved through her morning routine on autopilot—showering, brushing her teeth, and slipping into a simple cream blouse and black trousers suitable for the day ahead.Standing in front of the dressing table mirror, she picked up her brush and began running it through her damp hair, sectioning it carefully to tie into a neat ponytail. But the moment her eyes met her own reflection, the dam broke.Images from last night flashed vividly in her mind—the sudden pressure of Arine’s body against hers, the cold touch of the mirror on her back, and the searing heat of his lips. Her gaze instinctively dropped to her mouth, which still felt faintly tender and swollen. Her breath

Awkward Silence

Author's POVThe drive to the office was proving to be far more uncomfortable than Mila had anticipated.She sat in the passenger seat of Arine’s sleek black sedan, her phone held tightly in her lap as she pretended to check important emails. She scrolled mindlessly, barely registering the words on the screen. The morning sun glinted off the dashboard, but the atmosphere inside the car felt far heavier than the bright day outside.Out of all the possible ways she could have started her morning, being trapped alone in a car with Arine after last night's events had definitely not been on the list.This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek.She had tried to refuse the ride after breakfast, insisting she could easily take a taxi. But Arine had calmly dismantled every excuse with logical, irrefutable points about time, safety, and efficiency. He pointed out how it made no sense for her to waste time and money when they were both heading to the exac

All Chapters of No More Mrs. Nice Girl: Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

Restless Hearts

Behind Tired Eyes

Awkward Silence