There he stood. All six-foot-four of him, looking just as wrecked as I was feeling. Our eyes meet, and he looks at me and shrugs before he walks in and pulls me into his arms, burying his face into my neck. "I can't breathe. I feel like everything is closing in around me." He cries. "Can I stay with you tonight?" I look over at Aimee who places her hand over her chest, her eyes filling with tears.
"Of course," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and he squeezes me tightly. Why does he keep doing this to me, and why do I keep letting him? Why can't he just let me go? We pull apart, and I close the door once he walks into my apartment. He greets the girls with a nod, and they both walk over and hug him, which he returns.
"We're so sorry for your loss Cole," Jo says when they pull away from the hug. Cole nods and shrugs.
"Thanks, girls and I'm sorry to show up like this. I just couldn't bear being alone tonight." Aimee and Jo both nod in understanding.
I nod, "Exactly, we can't be just friends, Cole." He tries to interject, but I press my fingers to his lips, and he watches me. "Look at us, is this how two friends hold each other," I whisper, and he shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. I brush my fingers along his jaw. "Is this how two friends look at one another." He shakes his head again, his eyes flicker down to my lips and back up to my eyes again. "Is it still a friendship if I can still remember just the way you taste." Cole stares at my lips and swallows hard. I curl my fingers at the nape of his neck and press my forehead to his. "How could you think I'd be your friend," I whisper to him closing my eyes. I bite back the tears just itching to fall. "You have to let me go, Cole, please," I beg him sorrowfully."I'm trying Shay, believe me, I'm trying." He breathes, sweeping his nose over mine. "It's just so hard. I think I have feel—"I shake my head and cover his mouth with my hand. "No. Don't.
Two weeks...That's how long it's been since I walked away from Shayla after that night, I spent with her. The last time I saw her was at Grandpop's funeral a week later. I didn't know she'd be there so when I saw her, the emotions I'd been suppressing bubbles up again. She sat two rows behind me on the other side at the church. I kept looking back at her, and her eyes would find mine, and we'd stare at one another until she breaks the eye contact looks ahead. Sophie was stuck to my side the entire time, so I couldn't even speak to her properly, which fucked me off royally. After the burial, she disappeared without a word, and I still remember my gut twisting in disappointment. I made her a promise that I would let her be and I'm trying to keep my word, but it's just so hard.That morning I woke up in her arms. I must have fallen asleep while she read to me. I can see why Grandpop loved it when she read to him. Something is soothing about the way she reads that calms y
Adjusting to life without her has been challenging. I threw myself into work much like I did before I met her. I took on project after project, flew all around the world to keep myself distracted so that I wouldn't think about her. I put all my energy into my relationship with Sophie, and it was going. Day's drug on, nights even longer when I lay in bed with Sophie and Shayla's face creeps into my mind, or I see her in my dreams. I wonder what she's doing at least ten times a day. I miss her terribly, her laugh, her voice, her smell, the way she would glare at me when I annoyed her, and I wonder if she misses me too or even if she thinks about me. I want to call her. I get tempted at least ten times a day.One month goes by, then two, then three but the gaping hole Shayla has left in my life doesn't seem to be disappearing."Baby?" I look over at Sophie, who smiles at me lovingly. "What are you thinking about. You look as though your miles away." She questions and I sh
It was my turn to groan in disappointment when she breaks the kiss and sits up, her dark hair falls around her like a curtain as she positions herself, pressing my cock against her entrance, our eyes lock, and she slides down the length of me slow, her mouth falls open as I stretch her out whilst I push deeper inside her. We moan together once I'm fully immersed inside her, and she starts to rock her hips back and forth slowly. "God sweetheart, you're so perfect." I burr huskily, holding her hips and grinding mine up, meeting her thrusts. Once she finds her rhythm, she picks up the momentum rocking harder and faster until she clamps down on me hard and I follow her over the edge, I thrust my hips up hard and explode deep inside her. "Ohhhnn baby fuck, fuck, uhhhh." We collapse on the bed, breathless."Oh my God, I think that was the best sex we have ever had, baby." Panting I open my eyes and look over and see Sophie staring back at me. Ahh, fuck me. Did I just fantasise that
I groan when I hear the annoying and incessant buzzing of my alarm. Not bothering to lift my head from where it’s buried under my pillow. I lift my arm and feel around my nightstand for it. I hit the snooze button and sigh when silence falls upon the room again. I lift my head and roll onto my back, staring up at the plain white ceiling. I honestly don’t have the energy to move a muscle. I’ve not been sleeping very well the last couple of months; this new job is wearing me to the bone. That and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces to my broken heart. It’s been months— three to be exact, when is it going to stop hurting? I thought I would have gotten over him by now, but no, I just miss him, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of thinking about him when I wake up. I’m even sicker of thinking about him when I go to bed, when I shower, try to eat. I have emotional surges at work, one second, I’ll be fine, and the next, I get all em
Please, please let it be my imagination again, and don’t let him be standing there when I turn around. I suck in a lungful of air and turn my head slowly to look back and see him standing there. Oh damn. I forgot how beautiful he was. Our eyes meet after months, I stare at him, and he stares back. The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes on the infamous Tristan Cole Hoult. Everything and everyone in the room just fizzles away, leaving only the two of us. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at one another, but it couldn’t have been that long surely.“Shayla.” Cole drawls, standing there in a crisp blue suit, hands in his pockets looking sinfully good as he watches me intently. I notice his stubble is gone and I hate that. I bet Sophie made him shave it off. Witch.“Cole,” I reply, and he averts his gaze to everyone else in the room.“Leave us.” He commands, looking at me again. The room clear
“Sophie is mature enough to understand it’s just business. We need your talent at Cult, and I can arrange for your tuition at Uni to be covered by the company.” He tells me and probably foresaw I would push back when I open my mouth, so he holds his hand up. “Which you can pay back once you get your degree,” He adds with a little smirk.“Cole, I don’t know,” I whisper, dropping my gaze, and he slides his fingers under my chin and lifts my gaze to his. “I’ll think about it.”“I’ve got a flight to Dubai tomorrow afternoon to present your design to them. If you decide to take up my offer, meet me on the tarmac at two o’clock.” I nod.Cole keeps his eyes on mine, “Why didn’t you show me this design?” He asks, pointing to the screen. I drop my gaze and shrug.“Because I didn’t think it was good enough. I was just messing around trying to fami
“I agree with Aimee. I don’t know what you’ve done to that boy with your golden vagina, but he is hooked on you girl.” Jo says and laughs when I pick up a cushion off the sofa and hit her with it.“Shut up. He isn’t hooked on me. If he ‘loved’ me or was ‘hooked’ on me, why didn’t he choose me? He said he loves her with all his heart but only wants me. He’s thinking with his knob and nothing else. He’s probably bored with Sophie already and is looking for a thrill. That’s all I bloody am to him, a good time.” I utter bitterly scooping up some ice cream and eating it. “I’m a good time girl,” I mumble miserably into my tub of ice cream.“Oh, please, if anyone in the meantime girl it’s that witch Sophie. Mark my words, that boy will be yours.” Aimee claims and sits forward, clapping her hands. “Now! Let’s get you packed for Dubai because