Don’t Mess Around With Me, Mr. Vincent

When it comes to making love together, it's either once or a thousand times. Once you try it, you can’t stop wanting more.

The room settled in the quiet aftermath of a heated encounter. Their clothes lay scattered across the carpet, a torn stocking twisted together with a crisp white shirt.

Nicole slipped her bare feet onto the floor, her slender fingers picking up her clothes without a second thought.But an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back down into his lap.

“Don’t go babe. Stay here tonight,” his voice came out rough.

“No. Don’t forget our deal,” Nicole reminded him.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, a blush touched her pale cheeks, and when she smiled, it was both obedient and seductive, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. Still, there was something distant in her smile.

Three months ago, Nicole discovered her boyfriend of seven years had cheated on her. After a night of drinking, she fell into the river unconsciously and was saved by this man.Dripping wet, she hooked her arms around his neck, her bright eyes bold and captivating and she spoke with this word. “Do you want me?”

One passionate night. And the man had been... satisfying.She left him her contact information, her face calm. “If you need it again, you know where to find me.”

He was satisfied with the woman’s tactics, his eyes lingering. Since then, whenever he had free time, he’d find his way back to her. Their bodies grew more in sync, and Nicole let him know she was pleased with his... performance. But she laid out her terms from the start:

1. No staying overnight.

2. If he messed with someone else, she’d leave.

3. That was all we’d ever be to each other.

No money, no ties—just two adults with passion meeting under the cover of night, entangled in the purest form of desire, like threads in a spider's web. As soon as they were finished, she pulled on her dress, cold and indifferent.

He blew warm air against her neck. “One more time. Hm?”

“No,” Nicole said, shrugging him off as she got dressed. “I’ve got an event at school tomorrow.”

He laughed, low and deep. The click of a lighter, the flare of the flame. Through the flickering light, he watched her slide her silk dress down, covering her boobs, her slim waist, her flat stomach, and those long, snow-white legs. What f*cking kind of teacher brought that kind of allure to the bed? Her two legs wrapped around him—he’d die happy right here.

Zipping up the side of her dress, she looked over her shoulder at the man leaning back against the bed. He wasn’t some pop-star pretty boy. His features were rugged, strong, with a firm jaw and dark, intense eyes.His bare chest bore a scar. Lean muscles, smooth and defined, not the bulky kind from the gym—just natural, raw strength, brimming with masculine energy.Especially when those strong arms held her, she felt completely safe. In both physique and stamina, he passed her standards. Turning away, she gave a dazzling smile with her red lips. “Goodnight, Sir.”

She shut the door, leaving with a careless grace.

None of that softness from half an hour ago when she was clinging to him with legs, pleading softly, “Slower, please.”

He stubbed out his cigarette, a satisfied smile tugging at his mouth. Clearly, he was just as content with Nicole.

[The next morning]

Before dawn, Nicole crawled out from her warm, soft bed. She slipped into a white shirt and jeans, pulling her hair up high, the ends curling softly in the air.

Arriving at the school right on time, she set down her bag and joined the other teachers to prepare for the day’s event. She taught at an elite private kindergarten. Today, the school was hosting a music recital, and all the parents would be there to watch.

But just before the performance, an emergency broke out. “Miss Lori ! The kids in your class got into a fight!”

Only the children of the wealthy or influential could attend this school. They were all treated like little princes and princesses.

Nicole rushed backstage, where two boys were tangled in a scuffle.

Justin was on top of Eric, throwing punches left and right, his own lip already split and bleeding. Despite his young age, there was an unnerving fierceness in his eyes.

These two? They were the heirs of the Alexander and Vincent families. None of the teachers dared step in, only muttering half-hearted pleas to stop.

“Eric, Justin, knock it off!” Nicole’s voice cut through the noise, freezing the two boys.

Justin scrambled away from Eric, running over to Nicole, tears rolling down his cheeks as he whimpered, “Miss Lori, Eric called me names and hit me. It hurts. You have to kiss it better.”

Sighing, Nicole began tending to his cuts, a headache forming. These two heirs bruised? Her teaching career might as well be over.

“Don’t cry, sweetie. I’m here.”

Eric’s lip was still bleeding, his eyes fixed on her, clearly wanting comfort too, but he kept his distance, stubborn and proud.

After soothing Justin and arranging for someone to take him to change clothes, she contacted both guardians to inform them of the situation.

She knelt down beside Eric, her tone gentle. “Bet that hurts, huh?”

Eric turned his face away, muttering, “Doesn’t hurt.”

With a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant, she dabbed at the boy’s split lip. Eric flinched.

“Oh, really? Doesn’t hurt, huh?”

Keeping her face serious, she asked, “Care to tell me why you two were fighting?”

In the entire kindergarten, only she had the nerve to speak to this little “crown prince” that way.

Head down, Eric mumbled, “He said I didn’t have a mom.” His small hands clenched tighter, and Nicole felt a pang in her chest.

Poor kid.

“So you hit him?”

He looked straight at her, his eyes dead serious. “I promised you I wouldn’t pick on little kids, so I just told him he was wrong. I said he’s the one without a mom or dad. And if he’s got a death wish, he won’t make it past tomorrow. And then he went nuts and started swinging at me.”

Nicole’s lip twitched. Before she could say anything more, a voice came from the doorway: “Miss Lori, Eric’s father is here.”

His father?

She’d been teaching Eric’s class for a year, and usually, a housekeeper would come to pick him up. She’d never actually seen his family.

“It’s okay, your dad’s here.”

She gently patted the boy’s face, then stood up, offering a friendly smile to the man at the door, her hand extended. “Hello, Mr. Vincent. I’m Eric’s teacher, Nicole Lori. There was a bit of an inci—” She froze mid-sentence as she looked at the man walking in from the doorway, backlit by the sun.

Mr. Vincent, dressed in a sleek suit, his sharp features tense, eyes fierce, with a commanding, distant air. Without a word, his gaze moved from his son to her, and his large, rough hand took hers—hands that had held her many times before.

He said in a low, deep voice, “Hello, Miss Lori.”

Nicole had seen the man bare more times than she could count, but seeing him like this, all buttoned up and suited, felt like looking at a different man altogether.

The day he’d pulled her out of the water, he’d been wearing a black tank, army pants, and a pair of rugged boots. The tank had clung to his body, soaked, showing off muscle. The way his arm wrapped around her waist, firm and strong, veins visible, radiated raw masculinity. She’d taken one look and decided to go against all her better instincts.

She’d thought he was some sort of soldier; in bed, he was rough, relentless. He’d wear her out but somehow leave her wanting more every time. Yet here he was now, looking refined, a gentleman on the outside. His fingers brushed against her palm, bringing her back to the present. She slipped her hand free and steadied herself.

She’d always figured he was well-off; the hotels they’d met at didn’t come cheap. But the calluses on his hands hint