Semua Bab The Biker's Private Nurse : Bab 1 - Bab 6

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