"A lot of girls like bad boys, but that's not really my type. I love me a gentle ass man." "One like me?" Nic asked with a grin splattered on his face as he looked at Olandria. She turned to him, starting into his eyes--they were quite pretty eyes, and squeezed her face in a 'be serious' way. "You not a gentleman, in fact you everything but one." She laughed. "But I could be, for the right girl I mean" He shrugged, moving closer to her. "And you think I'm the right girl?" "Not think. Know."

A Nicolandria fanfic that starts at their date but instead of going back to the villa they go to the hideaway like god intended. Unsure how long this will be. I'm just having fun with it. Also on AO3

Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)

Two years after Love Island, Nic is set to marry Cierra, the woman he left the villa with. But on the night before his wedding, it isn't Cierra he calls. It's Olandria. The woman he never got over. The one he tried to forget. What begins as a meeting for closure spirals into something far more dangerous. A confession laced in lust, regret, and everything they buried under fame, pride and friendship. In a cheap motel room, the night before vows are meant to be exchanged, two people who never stopped wanting each other are forced to face the truth: sometimes love doesn't fade...it festers. A story of forbidden lust, aching what-ifs, and the kind of tension that feels suffocating.