Semua Bab ACCIDENTALLY ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY BOSS : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Nicole’s POV The office didn’t feel the same after she left. Not quieter, not louder… just wrong. Like something had shifted half an inch out of place and refused to go back. I stood where she’d left me, staring at the door a second too long, like it might open again and fix whatever that was. It didn’t. It never does. My reflection caught in the glass before I meant to look. Still composed, still sharp, still exactly what everyone expected to see. I held my own gaze for a second, then another, like I was waiting for it to crack first. It didn’t either. That almost annoyed me. I moved.Not out of hesitation, but intention. The photo was still open on my phone. The angle sat wrong in my head, like a word on the tip of your tongue that refuses to come out. I lifted it again, zooming in just slightly, not on myself this time… on the edges. The reflection. The glass. The faint outline of something behind it. My brows pulled together. “…that’s not outside.” The realization didn’t hi

Nicole's POV My uncle didn't ask the question again. He didn't need to. It stayed there anyway. Who told you to ask me that? The words settled between us, quiet and heavy, like they had always belonged in this house. I looked down at the cup in my hands. The tea had gone cold. Funny. I couldn't remember taking a single sip. My uncle leaned back into his chair, studying me over the rim of his own cup. He always had that look—the one that made you feel like he knew the answer before you'd even found the question. "You've been busy," he said. "Work." "Hm." That was all. Just that little sound. The same one he'd made when I was ten and tried to convince him I'd finished my homework. The same one when I was fifteen and told him I wasn't upset after my parents separated. The same one that always meant: I know you're lying. A soft clatter came from the kitchen. Then a familiar voice. "If you two are just going to stare at each other, at least do it over fresh tea." I l

The Things We Were Never ToldNicole's POVI didn't sleep.Not really.I lay in bed with the lights off, staring at the ceiling while the city whispered beyond my window.A car horn sounded somewhere below.Then another.Footsteps passed in the hallway outside my apartment.Someone laughed.A door opened.Closed.Life continued.Mine didn't.My mother's handwriting kept appearing in my mind.One day you'll ask about this.I rolled onto my side.The note was on the bedside table.I had taken it out of the envelope three times.Read it.Folded it.Put it away.Then taken it out again.As if the words might change if I stared at them long enough.They hadn't.I reached for it.The paper was soft from age.The edges had begun to yellow.I turned it over.Nothing.I held it closer to the lamp.Still nothing.No date.No name.No explanation.Just one sentence.One sentence that had somehow managed to make every memory I trusted feel suspicious.I sat up.My feet touched the cold floor.For

The man at the Door Joy's phone vibrated against the kitchen table.The sharp buzz cut through the silence like a blade.Both women looked down.The screen glowed.Raphael.Nicole's breath caught.She lifted her eyes to Joy.Only seconds ago, her aunt had looked tired.Now...Every trace of color drained from her face.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.The phone continued to vibrate.Once.Twice.Three times.Joy didn't move.She simply stared at the name flashing across the screen as though it belonged to a ghost she had spent years praying she would never see again.Nicole frowned."Aunt Joy..."No answer.The ringing stopped.Silence settled over the kitchen.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Nicole opened her mouth to speak... but nothing came out..The phone buzzed again.This time the sound seemed louder.More urgent.Joy closed her eyes briefly, inhaling through her nose before finally reaching for the phone.Her hand wasn't steady.Nicole

The Things He Never Told MeNicole's POVThe car disappeared around the corner.I kept staring at the empty stretch of road long after the sound of its engine faded.Nobody spoke.The curtain slipped from Joy's fingers.She let it fall.Raphael remained beside the window, his eyes fixed on the place where the car had vanished.His jaw was tight.His shoulders were rigid.He looked like someone waiting for a second attack.I hated that.I hated how easily fear seemed to find everyone except me.Or maybe it found me too.Maybe I'd simply become too used to it."Who was that?"My voice sounded smaller than I wanted.Raphael turned."I don't know."I almost laughed."That's becoming your favorite answer."His expression tightened."Nicole.""No."I stepped away from the window."You don't get to do that.""Do what?""Say my name like it makes everything okay."He went quiet.I looked at Joy."Who are they?"Joy's fingers twisted together."I don't know."I stared at her."You do."She sho