Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 575 - Conflict

Afterward, she changed into something comfortable, a soft sweater and leggings, and grabbed a quick bite to eat. The silence of the room was almost too much for her, but she welcomed it, appreciating the time to herself.

It wasn't long before she heard a soft knock on the door.

Her heart gave a small flutter.

She smiled, guessing who it was. Ian had mentioned he would be flying in today. Despite everything that had happened on set, there was something calming about his presence.

He had always been her constant—a safe space in the midst of all the chaos.

When she opened the door, she found him standing there, holding a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers. His smile was wide and warm, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Surprise! Did you miss me?" Ian asked playfully, his voice full of the familiar charm she'd always adored.

Nicole couldn't help but smile. She stepped aside to let him in. His presence was like a balm to her weary mind.

Ian had just arrived by plane and was clearly eager to spend time with her. He was planning on supporting her through the rest of the filming process.

After all, the movie was being shot in Parkland City, far from their hometown, and Nicole was grateful that Ian would be there to make it feel a bit more like home.

The two of them had been together for a long time, and in many ways, Ian represented the familiar. The safe. The one she knew she could count on.

"Thank you," she said softly, taking the flowers from his hand. "They're beautiful."

Ian grinned, his eyes twinkling as he took a step closer to her. Without missing a beat, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

It was the kind of kiss Nicole had always associated with him—tender, slow, and full of affection.

But as their lips met, something unexpected happened.

At first, it felt natural, like everything had always felt with Ian. She melted into the kiss, the warmth of his body against hers grounding her after the intensity of the day. His hand moved gently to the small of her back, pulling her closer.

But then…

A strange, unsettling sensation flickered through her.

Something felt… off.

As Ian kissed her, it was as though she was going through the motions, but something inside her was strangely distant. Her thoughts wandered.

This is Ian, she reminded herself. This is what I've always known. This is what I've always wanted.

But then—a flash of memory.

Her mind suddenly wandered back to the scene on set earlier, to Ross. To the way his lips had crashed into hers, how his presence had consumed her entirely. It was so different.

Ross's kiss was fiery, insistent. Greedy, almost.

It had ignited something deep within her—something wild.

And now, as Ian's lips were gentle, patient, even respectful, Nicole realized the stark contrast. It wasn't that Ian's kiss was bad—it was just… different.

He was tender, yes, but there was no fire. No urgency. No rawness.

Nicole pulled away slightly, startled by the feeling that was rising within her. What was wrong with her?

Wasn't this what she had always wanted? Didn't she love Ian? Didn't she find comfort and warmth in his touch?

But it didn't feel like that anymore.

It felt like she was longing for something else, something that she couldn't quite name.

She glanced at Ian, who was still smiling at her, unaware of the storm raging inside her mind. His eyes softened, his thumb brushing her cheek in the way he always did when he was trying to comfort her.

But for some reason, his touch didn't have the same effect on her now.

The realization hit her like a wave, pulling her under.

Why did Ross's kiss affect me so much?

Nicole tried to shake it off.

Focus. This is Ian.

But she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it.

Why was it so different?

Her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze flickered to Ian's lips again, and she couldn't help but compare.

She couldn't help but wonder if something had shifted, if something had changed in her that she hadn't anticipated.

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Ian leaned in, brushing his lips against hers again, but this time, Nicole was more distant. She didn't respond as she usually did.

It wasn't that she didn't care about him. She did.

But the feelings that had once felt so certain were suddenly clouded by confusion.

She pulled away a little further, trying to gather herself.

"I—" Nicole paused, unsure of what to say. How could she explain this?

But Ian just smiled again, his eyes soft with affection. "Hey, are you okay?"

Nicole forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah, just a little tired from today." She didn't want to admit that something felt off. She didn't want to admit that she was questioning her feelings.

Ian didn't push. He didn't question her. Instead, he kissed her forehead gently and stepped back, allowing her the space she needed.

"You've been working hard," he said, his voice warm. "You deserve a break. How about we get some rest tonight? We've got a lot more work to do tomorrow."

Nicole nodded, grateful for the simple offer.

She needed time to process what was going on inside her head.

But deep down, she knew.

Something had changed. And she wasn't sure what to do about it.

Nicole and Ian slept, but they didn't make love, as they had decided to save themselves for marriage. However, Nicole found it challenging to fall asleep, her mind consumed by thoughts of Ross's kisses.

She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be with him, and her body seemed to be responding to these thoughts.

As she lay there, she subtly dipped a finger between her legs and discovered that she was wet, a clear indication of her arousal.

This realization only added to her restlessness, making it even more difficult for her to drift off to sleep.

Her body and mind were at odds, her desire for Ross conflicting with her commitment to wait until marriage to be intimate with Ian.

Nicole closed her eyes and asked for strength to shake off the temptation that was rampaging in her body.