Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 25 - Nic

a/n: happy aftersun :p also I'm super sorry abt the slow updates 😭 in my true Wattpad author galore, I'm a homeless college student who's been dealing with really weird health issues lately so like, I've been trying not to get fucked over by life 🫩 i won't ghost though, dw, but i might have to slow my roll down if things start to get worse.

I love you all so much for your enthusiasm and patience! I have this whole book plotted out now that ik the direction I want to take it, so stay tuned for some angst, fluff and spice (my fave trio ehehehe). Thank you again! Plz enjoy this dumpster fire of a fic ❤️

Edit: hi if ur reading this I just updated this chapter bc I had an idea and u can't fight greatness so. So.

It took an hour before Casa people arrived for it to suddenly dawn on Nic that Cierra was coming back.

Yesterday, it had seemed like a problem that he wouldn't have to worry about soon. But Jaden read the text out loud, and now Nic's brain was running a mile a minute.

What was going to happen tonight? Cierra was going to come back to the villa with Elan. He'd be holding Olandria's home. Hoping that Cierra would choose him. Hoping that Taylor would choose Olandria.

A part of him, a simple simple part of him that was so used to being in control, wanted to stop this. Just go back to Cierra and stay with her. It would be better if she was awful—if she was ugly, or if she was rude, or if she was two-faced, or if she was manipulative. But Nic didn't think she was any of those things. She was sweet, and kind, and secure, and smart. She knew how to kiss, she knew how to crack a joke, and she knew all the ways to keep him content.

But that simple simple part of him knew the consequences of being with her. He'd get bored—because Nic always got bored so fast. The kisses would become dull, the sex would leave his mind wandering, and Nic would do the boyish thing—the dumb thing—and find his new fix. Someone like Cierra who didn't intimidate him, who didn't make him question his sense of self. Someone like Cierra, pretty and funny and sensual. And when he was bored of her, he'd move onto the next and the next until he got caught.

Nic wouldn't ever be fulfilled with Cierra or any other girl like her. But he'd feel safe enough to fuck up, and he'd rather fuck up and not care than fuck up and care.

Like fucking up with Olandria.

Casa was the worst time of his life. Even trying to seduce Jaden and any other girl meant nothing to him—his brain just kept taking him back to the one who got away.

Olandria.

Nic's never prayed for a girl he lost before. He could always move onto the next—he was a travel nurse, a model, soon going to be a former contestant from Love Island; there was no way he couldn't bag anyone easily.

But Olandria wasn't just anyone. And he didn't want to lose her at all.

(Fuck, he didn't even know he could be like this. He'd hear his friends talk about their loves like they were the most radiant women on earth and Nic would always roll his eyes.

But now he understood. He understood that admiration, that deep deep liking, that scary L word that he was still trying to deny, and it terrified him. It terrified him, and made him want to run back to bring the simple simple version of him.

But he couldn't be. Didn't want to be.

That scary L word.)

Nic saw Clarke and Taylor hanging out and walked over. "Hey man, can I talk to you?"

Taylor pat Clarke's leg and got up. Clarke had the most scrutinizing eyes he's ever seen and it kinda terrified him. They walked outside into the open hallway.