All Chapters of The Biker's Private Nurse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nicole's POV Hospitals.You’d think after a while they’d stop getting to me. They don’t.The smell is something I can't get used to. That sharp, sour antiseptic that seeps into your clothes so deep you still smell it when you get home, or the endless beeping of machines, and definitely not the way footsteps echo down the halls like everyone’s rushing to put out a fire. Even working here feels like eyes are all over watching . Waiting for me to screw up.This is not the life I thought I’d have after nursing school. I had this picture in my head, something steady, clean. A bright ward. Maybe pediatrics. Instead? I’m hopping from one shift to another, sending out application after application. Rejections stack up in my inbox like junk mail. Fifteen of them now. Or maybe more. I don’t even need to count anymore, the number just hangs there, taunting me.“Nicole,” a voice snaps me out of my thoughts.I glance up from the patient chart I’ve been updating. It’s Marcy’s there, the only perso

Nicole's POV For a moment, the library feels like it's going to swallow me whole.His eyes pin me, sharp and unreadable, and I wait for him to say something, anything, that will betray recognition. But Alex doesn’t…almost as if he doesn't remember me.Instead, he leans back in his chair, one hand resting casually on the wheel, the other curled on the armrest. Like I’m just another stranger who walked into his home.“Miss Williams,” he says again, tone polite but distant. “I trust you’ll find the arrangements… suitable.”It takes me a beat too long to answer. My throat is dry. “Yes. Thank you.”This is the same man I had a night stand with three months ago. A night I can never forget- his smell, his touch, I remember everything clearly.He gives the smallest nod, dismissive, as if the conversation is already over. The smirk I thought I saw when I entered? Gone. His expression is unreadable.Clara clears her throat beside me. “Nicole will be staying here for the duration of her contrac

Nicole's POV I scrub the last plate until the water runs clear, the suds sliding away like everything I’m trying to wash from my hands.It's not like it's my job to wash the dishes. I just need some to keep me distracted. It feels good to do something ordinary after dinner. Ordinary being a clean plate, a folded towel, a small ritual that keeps me calm.My arms ache. My feet ache. My head is too loud with all the things I heard last night. Someone tampered with Alex’s bike. Someone tried to kill him- is he really safe.“Why am I worried about him”“Need a hand?” David’s calm voice pulls me from my thoughts. He stands in the doorway with his sleeves rolled up, a grin already in place like he’s been carrying it since morning.I hand him a towel without looking up. “I’m fine. I’ll be done in a second.”He dries a glass and watches me. “You talk more when you’re nervous.”I give him a look that says I don’t. He keeps watching, not pressing, and somehow that is its own kind of comfort. “H

Alex’s POVI watch Nicole through the library window as she walks across the garden path, her shoulders tense even from this distance. Like she hasn’t slept all night.I didn’t sleep either.I didn’t think either of us could after yesterday.Her words are still sharp in my head, cutting as clean as the moment she said them: I can’t trust you. The look in her eyes like she was afraid of me, still stings.The library door swings open. It’s Clara.“Sir, Miss Williams is ready for your morning session.”“Send her to the library,” I say, my eyes never leaving Nicole’s figure. “And Clara…close the door when she arrives.”I need to tell her. About the accident. About what put me in this chair. About the world I live in. She deserves to know what she’s up against, even if it terrifies her.Especially if it terrifies her.The door opens and Nicole steps inside, her medical bag clutched tight like armor. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and her face looks pale, shadows under her eyes b

Nicole’s POV There is an awkward silence for a moment. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. His words keep lingering like a heavy weight on my chest. Why does it feel like this? Why does wanting him have to feel so wrong? My throat is dry as I look at him. I want to tell him how much I care, how every day for the past three months I wished I could see him again. But I can’t. Because caring about Alex means stepping into a world I’m not ready for. It hurts. It hurts so much. “Nicole.” Alex says, his voice soft like he's yearning for something. His eyes still fixated on mine, trying to maintain eye contact with me. “You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me. Not of losing this job. I’d never take that away from you.” I let out a shaky breath. “I'm sure you'll find that easy to say now. But what if one day you wake up and decide you don’t want me here anymore? What if you get tired of me?” His jaw tightens, his hands clench into fists. There is a change in his facial expression, bu