Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 2 - Olandria

Nic must've delivered the message, because Taylor started the night with his big ass cowboy hat on, and that was guaranteed to make Olandria weak in the knees.

She was a simple girl on most nights—she liked her wine red, her edges laid, and her men handsome.

"How was your date, full body massage?" Taylor joked, and she laughed in shock, smacking his arm.

Who the fuck snitched? Olandria was planning on telling Taylor, anyway; it wasn't like she would get her ass rubbed by another man and not tell him. Unlike certain people in the villa, Olandria could be completely transparent and mature when she wanted to be.

Besides—Taylor was the type of guy she simply couldn't lie to. She liked the way he approached her: like she was a rubix cube he was set on solving. She liked that he's been growing more and more courageous by the days—touchier, bolder, sweeter. It wasn't like Jalen, who came in so strong.

Taylor earned her trust. Olandria owed him that.

"How did you feel about yesterday?" He asked, and like magic she could feel her body tensing up. The environment had been so stiff and hostile yesterday, with Taylor being put up on the chopping board.

She straightened up, staring at Taylor, her sweet Taylor intently. "I damn near was like, 'if Taylor go, I ain't gonna lie, I'm gonna pack my bags and leave.' 'Cos like—I like you."

Taylor flashed a toothy smile at the confession, and she returned it. God, did she like Taylor. A lot. He was such a rare gem, so rare in the way he liked her. And she appreciated that intently.

But that gnawing feeling chewed in the back of her head.

Would he be trying this hard if Ace wasn't here to tell him what to do?

Fuck, and now she was being critical. She didn't like being critical of Taylor. She liked him. But he could be so...so hesitant. And it seemed apparent that he liked her, but how much of it was his own doing? How much of it was him—authentically him?

He liked her, but how much of him—she didn't even know the word she was looking for.

(Maybe there was that stupid fear in the back of his mind that he was forcing himself to like her, just so that he could make it to the grand finale. And she would hate to open up and be vulnerable and do more than like him, just for him to use her.

And now Olandria was overthinking.)

They ended their discussion in the photobooth, where he made work of kissing her expensive lip-combo off, and it was light. It was fun. It was tolerable.

Only when she turned her brain off.

Taylor was hanging out with Ace again, and Chelly was busy. Huda and Jeremiah were probably still in Speak Easy—thank God. She didn't need anything ruining her buzz. She sat at the dock and gently sipped from her glass.

"Olandria~" she heard the gentle voice, and brightened up.

Oh if it wasn't for Nic, she'd be irritated that someone was interrupting her quiet time.

"Nic~" she returned with a small laugh. He made himself comfortable next to her, the smell of his distinct cologne immediately hitting her. "How are you?"

"I'm good!" Nic replied. He was obnoxiously good at eye contact—not that Olandria was the type to be intimidated by eye contact, but his were intense enough that they made her shiver. "Just saw you sitting over here alone. You alright?"

"Yeah, don't worry," she replied easily. She was a little unused to the question, in honesty. At some point, the girls realized that asking her how she felt was always going to result in the same response, and so they just assumed that she was okay until she said otherwise. The boys were all morons who didn't bother to ask, save for Taylor and Jalen—and they were used to the same response too.