"you stay on my mind" - drive by

I walked into that villa thinking I knew exactly what I wanted. He barely looked at me. His best friend? He looked a little too long. Now I'm stuck between the boy I wanted, and the boy who actually wants me. And they're best friends. So yeah... I'm kind of the problem. Welcome to Love Island. Or as I like to call it: heartbreak in a bikini.

Olandria came to Love Island looking for love - there was Taylor, but then came Nic. Gorgeous. Magnetic. Dangerous. With one stolen night, one forbidden kiss, and suddenly, everything she thought she could control spirals out of reach. But paradise has a way of exposing secrets, and Nic is hiding more than just his feelings. When explosive messages leak across the villa, Olandria learns the truth: he's not just playing the game - Could Nic's lies threaten to destroy everything. Betrayed and humiliated, on an island where nothing is what it seems, and hearts are currency, she'll have to decide who to trust... before the next bombshell drops.

"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."

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

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.

"I beg you give me a private show now." He asks with a grin spread across his mouth. "Anything you desire." I reply looking into his eyes. In one swift motion he lifts me off my feet effortlessly and puts me on his desk. "You sure you wanna do this. I really don't mind if your not ready." He says kissing on my neck and around my ear. "I want you now."