The next day, my anxiety ebbed and flowed like a tide, threatening to pull me under. I had to go on to the next line in action of my plan. I needed to get Nicolas here. But since he broke things off between us, he hadn't stepped his foot in this apartment. How do i get him to come over without suspecting a thing?
Then the idea hit me like a spark in the darkness. If Nicolas wouldn’t come to me willingly, then I’d give him no choice. My heart pounded as I rehearsed the words in my head, making them sound desperate and believable. A distress call was the only way to draw him in.
I picked up my phone, my fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer determination coursing through me. I dialed his number, knowing full well he’d pick up. Nicolas loved control, and a call from m
