Nolan looked at his phone and smiled. He had been ignoring all of Savannah’s voice notes, letting them pile up after listening to them, without replying. He saw that she was about to record and send another one to him, so he quickly pressed the block button. He didn’t want to hear her voice anymore.As soon as the block went through, he felt very satisfied. It made him happy knowing that she wouldn’t be able to bother him again. He set his phone down beside him, and was just about to start his car when suddenly, the door to the passenger seat swung open and made him jump in surprise. He quickly turned to see who it was and sitting down next to him, smiling like she had every right to be there, was Fiona.Unknown to Nolan, after he and his friends got back to school earlier that day and said their goodbyes, Fiona hadn’t actually gone home. Instead, she had secretly hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow Nolan’s car. She trailed him all the way to the company building, and when

Nolan continued dancing with the girls, laughing and grinning. He felt good.He had not planned to dance tonight and only wanted to get a drink and clear his mind.But now, here he was, lost in the music, his hands on a stranger’s waist, with other girls smiling and moving around him.He didn’t even know how much time had passed until he started to feel tired and his shirt was sticking to his skin with sweat. Also, his throat felt dry from the shouting. He leaned close to the girl he was dancing with. “I need to get something to drink,” he said loudly so she could hear him over the music. “I’ll be right back.”The girl gave him a little pout, but she nodded and stepped away.Nolan began to push through the crowd again.It felt like he was dragging himself forward as his leg was starting to hurt after so much dancing. Finally, he reached the bar. He leaned on the counter, panting and trying to catch his breath.The bartender, a tall man, looked at him with a smile. “What would you li

Nolan groaned as the person spun him around so quickly. The sudden movement made his head spin and his stomach turn. The alcohol in his body was making him feel worse than he would have normally felt. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his eyes. Standing in front of him was a man who had on a sleeveless shirt that showed both his arms. His arms were covered in dark tattoos that went all the way from his wrists to his neck. The tattoos were messy and crowded, and they made him look even more intimidating.He had an angry sneer on his face, opening his mouth and showing his yellow teeth. His eyes were narrowed, and his jaw was tight like he was about to punch someone.Behind him stood three other men. They were bigger than an average man and stood close together, all looking at Nolan with the same angry expression.“Excuse me?” Nolan said slowly, squinting at the man.“Are you deaf?” the man barked at him. “I said you’re in my spot. Get the hell up.”Nolan looked at him for a mo

Deep down, Serena felt relieved that she hadn’t hesitated earlier when she saw Nolan sitting by himself and drinking. If she had made the mistake of walking away, she might have missed the chance to be part of whatever life this man lived and maybe even get her hands on a little bit of that money herself.Nolan had also tried to climb up onto the counter like she had, but from the angle he was standing, it was hard for him to. He kept trying to pull himself up, but it wasn’t working. Serena noticed right away and she quickly shifted closer to where he was, leaning forward slightly and stretching her hand out toward him.“Let me help you,” she said sweetly, smiling as the dimple on her left cheek appeared again.Nolan looked up at her and held her gaze for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile. Finally, he reached out and took her hand but Serena wasn’t planning to simply pull him up. She had other ideas and just when he thought she was going to help him onto

Nolan leaped off the bed like her touch had burned his skin. His smile was forced, almost painful, and his eyes darted anywhere but at her. He didn’t trust himself to say anything because, honestly, what could he say in that situation? All he knew was that he definitely didn’t want her hands on him again, especially not after the phone call he’d just overheard.“I thought you said you had to rush off to school,” she said, her voice with a teasing edge. “Why haven’t you left yet? Or…” she smiled knowingly, “do you still want to keep me company? You want to spend more time with me?Well, I don’t mind that one bit.”“Oh, I mind that,” Nolan muttered under his breath, already reaching for his phone on the side table. He didn’t even bother looking at her as he grabbed it and made his way toward the door. He paused but the door, thinking to himself. Should he tell her? Should he tell her that he knew Jett, her sonand that they were in the exact same class?He pictured her reaction, and jus