CHAPTER 136: TOO ADDICTED TO RESIST (1)

The noise downstairs woke up both Georgia and Nick from their sleep. Georgia blinked against the dim light, reaching for her phone on the nightstand. Six a.m.—far too early for such chaos.

*BANG!*

She flinched at the sound, her pulse spiking. "What the hell was that?" she whispered, already swinging her legs off the bed. She slipped into her warm cotton robe, tying it hastily around her waist.

"Where are you going?" Nick’s voice was rough with sleep, but his eyes, once they found her, sharpened with alertness.

"It’s unusually loud downstairs. I’m going to check," she said, already reaching for the door handle.

Nick was on his feet in an instant, pulling a shirt over his broad shoulders. "Not without me."

They descended the staircase together, the house eerily quiet except for the faint sound of something being swept up. When they reached the foyer, Georgia’s eyes fell on Ella—kneeling on the floor, her hands trembling as she gathered shards of broken glass scattered across the floor.

"What happened?" Georgia asked, concern lacing her voice as she stepped closer. "Why are you here so early?"

Ella’s head lowered further, refusing to meet Georgia’s gaze. "I—I’m sorry. I knew it would wake you. I’m so clumsy," she murmured, her voice barely audible, as if weighed down by more than just guilt. Her fingers worked frantically, as if the shattered glass was more than an accident.

"Leave it, dear. I’ll take care of it." Wendy’s calm voice broke the tension as she appeared from the side hall, broom and dustpan in hand.

Nick stepped forward before either woman could protest, crouching to gather the shards from Wendy’s hands. "Let me. You ladies might end up cutting your fingers."

Wendy chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned on the broom. "Oh dear, such a gentleman. I think I’ll keep him, Georgia."

Her teasing made the air lighter, pulling a reluctant laugh from everyone—even Georgia, though Nick’s possessive smirk made her pulse stir.

But while the moment softened, Ella edged closer to Georgia, her steps hesitant. She leaned in, her voice a shaky whisper meant only for her. "Liam is here. I’m... nervous."

Georgia’s brows knit, her smile fading as she turned fully to her friend. "Why? What’s going on? Why are you both here so early, and why are you nervous?"

Ella glanced toward Wendy and Nick before tugging Georgia into the corner, her fingers gripping Georgia’s arm with desperate energy. Her words tumbled out in a rush.

"When he drove me home, he asked me out. I said yes, right away—I couldn’t stop myself. But the next day I had to cancel... my family needed me. Since then, nothing. No calls, no texts. Silence." Ella’s eyes darted nervously toward the kitchen doorway.

"And now... his car’s outside. He’s here. Wendy asked him to carry something after I dropped the blueberry jam I had made. I panicked when I saw him, Georgia. I froze. He just walked towards the kitchen, just like Wendy asked him. He didn’t even say hello or good morning to me, words just a shocked glance that I am here too."

Georgia studied her, the anxiety rolling off Ella so thick she could feel it in her own chest. Then, softening, she touched her shoulder, grounding her. A knowing smile curved on her lips.

"There’s only one way to find out," she said with quiet confidence. Without giving Ella time to overthink, Georgia spun her gently toward the kitchen and gave her a small but firm push.

"Oh! You’re all here," Georgia said, pausing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her eyes swept over the unexpected sight.

Vicky perched by the counter, Liam leaning casually against the island, and Oliver stirring a steaming pot with surprising focus.

"I invited them over," Wendy chimed, her voice warm with pride. "They told me before they usually skip breakfast at home, always rushing and grabbing something on the way to work. I thought—why not start Monday differently? Let me cook for everyone."

"We couldn’t resist," Vicky added with a playful grin. "Katie said you had a gem of a cook here, and she wasn’t exaggerating. I hope you don’t mind."

Georgia lifted her hands with a soft laugh, brushing off their concern. "Mind? Of course not. It’s lovely. With just the three of us, the house sometimes feels too quiet. Having all of you here—it feels alive again. Like home should."

"I harvested spinach, tomatoes, and chives this morning," Wendy continued, glowing at their praise. "I will make some omelettes, toast with spinach cream cheese... Ella brought blueberry and strawberry jam, perfect for Katie’s pancakes."

Georgia stepped closer, instinctively wanting to help. "Then let me lend a hand."

But Vicky shook her head firmly, smiling as she rolled up her sleeves. "No, no—you go get ready for work. Ella and I will assist Wendy. She’s promised to teach us her secrets."

"She’s right," Oliver chimed in, puffing his chest a little as he stirred. "Look at me—I already learned how to make egg drop soup. Didn’t know it could be this easy."

Laughter rippled through the room, the energy buzzing like family, yet with something sharper simmering beneath the surface.

Then Liam’s deep voice cut through, smooth yet commanding as he handed Nick his suit. "Vicky brought this for you. Go on—get dressed. Quickly. We’re all starving, and the smell in here is torture. My stomach is growling."

Georgia noticed the way Liam’s eyes lingered, not just on Nick, but on Ella hovering near the counter, her fingers fiddling with a jar of strawberry jam.

"Thanks!" Nick said with a sharp grin, then seized Georgia’s wrist before she could even breathe out a word. "You heard them—let’s go."

She barely had time to protest as he tugged her upstairs, his stride purposeful, his energy burning hot. He tossed the suit carelessly onto the bed and marched her straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them with a decisive click.

Without warning, Nick stripped himself bare before turning on her. His hands made short work of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, tugging at the thin fabric beneath until it fell helplessly away.

"Nick! I can undress myself," Georgia gasped, half-scandalized, half-aroused by his urgency.

"Too slow," he murmured with a wicked smirk. "Didn’t you hear Liam? We’ve got to be fast. They’re hungry... and so am I."

Before she could catch her breath, his hand curled around the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashed down on hers. His kiss was deep, consuming—stealing every thought from her head.

Then his other hand slid lower, slipping between her thighs with sinful precision. The pad of his fingers found her clit and began to circle, fast and merciless.

Georgia moaned into his mouth, her knees weakening as the bathroom walls seemed to close in around them. The water hadn’t even started running, but she was already drenched—in ways that had nothing to do with the shower.

’This is definitely not just showering,’ she thought hazily, surrendering to the wicked rhythm of Nick’s plan. ’This man will surely be the death of me. My mind always loses, and my body is just too addicted to him to resist!’