“Thank you, Shayla. You have no idea how much this means to me. Honestly.” I nod and pull my hand back.
“Well, nobody should be forced to marry someone they don’t love. Even entitled rich boys like yourself ought to have a happily ever after.” I tease, and he scoffs and pokes my side.
“I am not an entitled rich boy.” He defends feigning annoyance, but I see the corner of his lips curl. “I work really hard okay.” He says and chuckles when I give him a pointed look. “Ok fine, I work hard.”
“Whatever you say champ. Can we please discuss what we are going to tell you, parents, because I’m kind of terrified here?” I question, and he nods.
“We just need to get our stories straight. My parents know me very well, especially my mother, so if we are going to convince them that we are in love, we have to act the part.” I shake my head and hold my hand up.
“Hold up –define ‘in love’ because, if by that you mean you’re going to be shoving your tongue down
I wish I had the option just to hit pause and stay in this moment for a little while longer. I let my eyes roam over Shayla’s face, her eyes closed, lips faintly parted, just pleading to be kissed, but I know that’s not what she needs right now. If I tried, she would probably punch me. When a knock sounds on my door Shayla’s eyes flicker open, and she looks up at me, and as the door opens, she pulls herself away from me, putting a couple of feet between us. Her gaze drops to the floor, and I would give my left nut to be able to read her mind. Was she waiting for me to kiss her? Did she feel as disappointed as I did when she pulled away?“Tristan?” I look over at Lucy— my publicist when she pokes her head through the door, and I wave her in. “I just saw the article. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing.” She says, walking toward us.“How do we fix this?” I ask her, and she sets the tablet in her hand on my des
Her lips part and stares at me before her eyes narrow, “Maybe I’m just good at faking it.” She responds, pulling her face away from my hand.I look over her face and grin, “You’re right,” I tilt her head up, so our lips are perfectly aligned. “You can’t lie for shit,” I whisper and drop a kiss on her cheek, and she pulls away.“What the hell are you doing, Cole?” I pull my head back and grin.“Playing my part,” I say and step away from her. She frowns, and I gesture with my head to the crowd of employees that just watched our entire exchange. “It seems I was too into fondling my wife that I hadn’t noticed I ‘accidentally’ unfrosted the glass.” She looks around and swallows hard before she turns her stony gaze to me.“Oh, you son of a—” I wink at her and walk around my desk.“Ah, ah, ah you love me, remember?” She
“It’s nice to meet you too, Shelly.” I open my mouth to correct her, but Shayla squeezes my hand and shakes her head a little, silently telling me to let it go. “Dinner is served. Let’s eat.” My mother says and walks toward the dining room. We all follow her and take a seat at the dining table.“Your home is beautiful, Mrs Hoult,” Shayla says, laying her napkin in her lap.“I know.” My mother responds curtly, and I bite back the urge to snap at her when I see the saddened look in Shayla’s eyes at the terse remarks my mother keeps throwing at her.My father feeling the tension thicken in the room, clears his throat and sparks up a conversation. “How was the presentation, son?”I take a sip of my water and nod. “It went very well. Mr Turner was incredibly pleased with the design.” I look at Shayla who smiles at me warmly as she did at the office earlier. “We got
“Are you okay?” I blink up at Cole, who cups my face cautiously in his big hands, his green eyes scanning over my face. I wasn’t okay, not one little bit. My cheek was throbbing, and my ear was ringing. I nod despite the rage brewing inside of me to punch the face-off of the snooty bitch for laying a finger on me.“I’m fine,” I assure him, pulling my face away from his hold and hiss when he brushes his thumb over the cheek his mother just bitch slapped. “I’m okay, honestly. I’m fine.”“Stay here.” He demands and storms off, leaving me standing there.“Where are you going? Cole?” I call out after him, but he ignores me and disappears down the stairs. Oh, Christ. How did everything get so damn messed up? I head downstairs, and I can hear Cole’s angry voice echoing through the house.“How dare you lay a finger on her!” He shouts. I follow his voice and stop
“Oh, bite me,” I grumble crossing my arms over my chest and looking out my window.“Just say where baby,” He drawls leaning closer, I cover his face with my hand and push him back. He licks my palm, and I yank my hand back and wipe it on his shirt.“Ew! Oh my God, you did not just lick my hand!” I exclaim, and he giggles like a girl as he pulls out of his parents’ driveway.“I couldn’t bite you, so I improvised.” He claims with a shrug, squinting at me sideways with a mischievous grin on his stupidly handsome face. I hate him. I swear to God, these antics of his drive me up the wall. I sneak a look at him, and he looks at me at the same time, and I couldn’t contain the smile any longer. We laugh. On the journey home, we had the top down to the car, music up loud, and singing along to the songs on my playlist. I find Chicago – ‘If you leave me now’ and crank up the volume. Cole lo
I remember Cole, and I stumble into the elevator, laughing hysterically at something. A couple of other people stepped into the elevator with us, and Cole couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His fingers kept trailing up my bare spine, grazing the side of my breast, his lips on my ear whispering the things he wanted to do to me. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby.” He breathes, his voice deep and raspy, I press my thighs together and bite back the moan that was about to escape me when he nips at my ear gently. "I'm going to drive you wild."Once we hit the tenth floor, the elevator emptied, and it was just us. As soon as the doors slid shut Cole spun me to face him and had me pressed up against the wall, his mouth on mine hot and needy, kissing me hungrily. I moan and kiss him back just as eagerly, tongues duelling Cole scoops me up with one arm and lifts me into his arms pinning me against the wall, while he rocks his hips into me. I feel his erection pr
“Cole?” I blink when I hear my name being called and look over at Josh, who is waving his hand in my face.“What?”Josh frowns and eyes me warily, “You all right bud? You’ve been off in your own world since the match started.” I rub my hands over my face and nod.“I’m good, just thinking about work.” I lie, and he smirks and shoves a forkful of Chow-Mein in his mouth. I wasn’t thinking about work. In fact, for a change, work was the last thing on my mind. I have one thing on my mind tonight. Shayla. I have never been so anxious to get to work only because I get to see her.I’ve been staring at the television absent-mindedly for over forty-five minutes. I sigh, grab my bottle of beer, and get up off the sofa. Josh looks up at me and frowns. “Where are you going?”I shrug, “I need some air.” I tell him and walk outside onto my balcony. I pull my phone out
I thrust into her slow and deep, gathering her arms up and pinning them above her head. I kiss her deeply, swiping my tongue over hers as we move together. She mewls and rocks her hips up against mine, matching my rhythm—the bed squeaks as I thrust deeper, building up momentum. Shayla’s moans get louder as she nears her orgasm. I feel her walls clamping down on me, she ready to come. I press deeper into her, grind hard and deep, and she arches up, panting as she goes over, my name on her lips, her body trembling as she rides out her orgasm. I still for a couple of seconds. I kiss and bite her neck as her body calms before I start thrusting again.“You’re going to come with me this time, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she moans, raking her nails down my back. “I want you to come with me.” She nods and tugs me down, soldering our lips in a fiery kiss as we move together again. I feel that tension as it builds with every hard thrust.