All Chapters of Falling For His Nemesis : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LYNETTE'S POVI laid there still trying to catch my breath and wondering why the hell I just saw Bradford’s face in Nicholas’s. Then Nicholas suddenly got off of me. I thought he was going to use the bathroom, but the next thing I heard was the bedroom door clicking shut.I frowned and turned my head towards the door. He really left. Just like that?He didn't even say anything, or stayed for a few minutes to show that what we just had meant something at least.I forced myself to sit up, pulling the sheets around my body slowly, as if I could gather whatever was left of my dignity with it.I thought I saw something different…something soft in his eyes tonight, after a long time. I'd hoped we might even spend the rest of the night in each other's arms.My chest tightened painfully as the little hope I had dissolved into something cold.It seemed like it was all in my imagination.He felt nothing for me. He never did.My marriage was over, I was the one who didn't want to admit that unt

LYNETTE'S POV By the time I stepped out of King Atelier, my heart was starting to beat steadily, though the strange heat still lingered in my chest. Gabrielle was leaning against the car with one arm crossed over her chest and her phone pressed to her hair. She sounded excited as she finished up her call. When is she not anyway? She's excited almost all the time. She looked at me when she saw me approaching, I could already see the questioning look in her eyes, so I didn’t wait. I walked directly towards the driver's door, opened it, and slid inside, closing the door quietly behind me. I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes briefly, and let out a slow breath. Get a grip, Lynette. It's unlike you not to be able to control your emotions. You've come across many rich, good-looking men, aside from living with one for the past three years, yet you've never felt like you were losing control of your emotions. So what's different about…him? The passenger door opened, snappi

LYNETTE'S POV“A trip…?” I whispered softly, my heart racing wildly in my chest. “With him?”My eyes began to move from side to side as my mind spun with thoughts. A trip with Bradford meant… we'll ride on a plane together for hours, and then…we'll be in the same space for a few days, or maybe even more. My eyes widened more as the realization hit hard. Oh my God. How would I get through that without losing all the facade and composure I'd been putting on? Seeing him almost everyday during the stay while hiding his baby from him…there’s no way I'd be able to handle that.I squeezed my eyes shut and deadpanned myself.Why didn't I see this coming? Of course we might need to go to Santorini. His new resort is there. How could I have missed such a little but fucking important detail? I should’ve expected this. Prepared for this. I knew Bradford would never pass up on such a chance. And he didn’t even give me a heads up while signing the contracts. Well, of course he wouldn't. He d

NICHOLAS’S POVAfter I tried using Maya to get Lynette out of my head and failed, I buried myself in work, meetings, paperworks, even reading emails and taking some calls I wouldn't usually answer myself, all so I wouldn't have to think of Lynette.I even stayed in the office later than I had ever been, so she would be in bed by the time I got home.I just needed to avoid her, if only for tonight, and maybe all those weird and unwanted feelings, or whatever they were, would be gone by morning.That's what I told myself before I finally pushed the door open and stepped into the house.It felt really quiet. There's no sound coming from the kitchen or anywhere in the house. It was almost like she wasn't home. But I knew she was. Probably in bed already.The tension in my chest eased slightly.I loosened my tie, already thinking of anything else that would get my mind off of her, maybe a cold shower first. I walked towards the counter to drop my keys, and that's when I saw her.I paused

BRADFORD'S POV “I'll need to speak with the architect myself,” I said to my manager as we walked side by side on the east wing terrace, heading towards the waters. I lifted my gaze slightly as I continued, “The west wing will need to be—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I stopped in my tracks and slowly took off my glasses, narrowing my eyes slightly in the direction of the pool, just to be sure I wasn't imagining it, even though I was certain of who I was seeing. Lynette. She was stepping out of the pool in slow, deliberate steps. Water tracing down her skin as she pushed her hair back, completely unaware of the attention she was drawing. Or maybe she was. My lips parted slightly as I stared at her in awe. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t bring myself to. It was like I hadn’t seen such a sight before. When in fact I've seen many women in bikinis. Way too many. Different kinds of women, beautiful and even curvier ones, but I've never looked at any twice. But th