An hour later, we finally get back home. As fun as the date was, I was looking forward to some time alone with my girls. We got home just after ten ‘o clock, and having been out in the cold since six—we were freezing.
“Hi kids, how was your date?” Sara asks, looking up from the book she was reading on the sofa.
“It was great.” Shayla sighs, looking over at me with a smile while taking her jacket and scarf off. “Where’s Elaine?” She asks, looking around.
“I’m right here.” My mother chirps, walking back with two glasses of wine in her hand and hands one to Shay’s mother. “So, what did you guys do?” She questions her honey-coloured orbs looking at us both excitedly.
“I took Cole to winter wonderland.” Shayla beams, walking over to the bassinet to look at Alaia, who was fast asleep.
“Oh? How lovely, did you like it, honey?” My mother asks, and I nod, taking my jacket off.
“I really did. It was all very magical; you and Dad should go someday.” I
So, Cole and I had sex.Come to think of it, simply saying ‘we had sex’ doesn’t do it justice—no, we made love—for hours, tirelessly, to a point where we were both soaked in sweat, with our heart beating wildly against one another's chests. After almost seven months, I couldn’t keep it together anymore. I wanted him—and I wanted him bad.I woke up early the next morning, wrapped up in his burly arms. I can’t begin to explain how good it felt to wake up in his embrace again. Granted, we have many issues to work through still, but I think we are on the right path, and I’m praying and hoping that this was it for us. I’ve still got my guard up just in case, and just because we slept together doesn’t mean our problems are automatically fixed.We’ve got a long way to go before we get back to how we used to be. I hear Alaia cooing away happily in her crib, and I break away from Cole's hold and pull his shirt on before I pick up Alaia and walk back to the bed. “Shall we
Reluctantly, Cole had to leave us and go to the office to get some work done. It was almost Christmas, and the office would shut on the 23rd till the 2nd of January for the holiday season. While he was away at work, I was planning Christmas Day festivities. We decided we’d do it at our place with everyone we love, and on New Year's Eve, we would celebrate at a swanky Gala Cole’s parents throw every year.Alaia and I went out Christmas shopping hunting for the perfect gift for Cole, but what do you get someone who already has two of everything? It was so frustrating trying to find something special for him. “This is impossible.” I sigh, defeated as I push Alaia in her stroller, and Jo looks at me with a smile. I called her having a meltdown on the phone, and she came to help me find a gift for him.“Shay, he’s going to love whatever you get for him, babe.” Jo tries to persuade me, and I shake my head with a groan.“No, it has to be special. It’s our first officia
Later that evening, after dinner, Cole suggested watching a movie after putting Alaia down for the night. I honestly don’t know why we pretend like we’re going to watch these movies because ninety-nine percent of the time, the film is long forgotten, and we end up having some type of sex on the sofa or, at the very least, a heated make-out session. I won’t give in to him tonight, though. Just because we slept together doesn’t mean we’re back together or that I forgive him…completely“You pick the movie, and I’ll make the popcorn,” I call out as I heated the pan and dump a generous amount of sugar in before I add the popcorn kernels. I gasp when Cole suddenly wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. My knees go weak instantly, and I moan, sinking into him. “Is this you behaving?” I ask breathily when he sucks my pulse point.“Mhm,” Cole groans, nipping at my ear gently. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.” I close my eyes and moan when his fingers tweak and p
I sigh deeply for the millionth time as I stare down into my glass, swirling the amber liquid of my scotch while my mind runs amuck. It’s been over three hours since I stormed out of the house. I wandered around aimlessly till I found a bar, and well, here I am, nursing my fourth glass of scotch. Was I being an idiot and irrationally jealous over absolutely nothing? I don’t think so.Why is she so fucking eager to see that dickhead anyway? How can she say they were just friends when I fucking saw them kissing? That was more than friends for sure. I’m not a fucking idiot. I see the way he looks at her, and I’m supposed to just be okay with them spending time together? No. Fuck that. We’re finally on the right track, things were good between us, and she goes and pulls this shit.Maybe she’s trying to sabotage us because deep down, she wants him and not me? They were seeing each other before she was forced into living with me. Perhaps pushing this wasn’t the way to go. Co
Shayla clears her throat and shakes her head a little before regarding me curiously again. She takes a step toward me, gazing up into my eyes. “Answer me.”I stare at her. “I will when you ask me a question worthy of an answer.” I retort gruffly, and her eyes narrow to slits. I can feel the tension thickening between us, that electric pull flares up deep inside me as we glower at one another. She’s feeling it too, I can tell. The way she’s breathing slow and shallow, the way her soft lips are parted, and that fierce look in her eyes— we’re going to either fuck hard or a very heated argument is about to erupt.“You want to play?” She hisses, stepping up to me, nodding her head. “Fine.”I smirk at her darkly and lick my lips. “Playing is what I do best, baby.” I drawl, staring into her eyes. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt her head up till our lips are a breath apart. “But you already know that.”Shayla pulls her face away from mine
The next couple of days, I buried myself in work. I woke up early, went for a run before the girls were up, showered, and went to work.I spent most of my day at the office, working late so I wouldn’t have to go home and see her. I was butt hurt and felt like I'd been rejected, and I wasn’t even sure if that were the case—but that’s how it felt. We haven’t spoken in days, and I miss her like crazy and Alaia too. Friday evening was the last day of work, and the office was closing for the holiday season until after the new year.I sat in the office all alone, drinking the day before Christmas Eve when I should be home with my family. I stare at the diamond bracelet I got for Shayla for Christmas sitting in the Cartier box. I had them design it, especially for her, with Alaia’s name written in diamonds.I wipe away the tear that rolls down my cheek and shake my head glumly. What the fuck am I supposed to do for the next two weeks without work? I was looking forward
“I’m not hungry.” I press, and she looks at me all sad and teary-eyed, and I relent. “Fine.” I let her drag me to the dining table. She’s made my favourite pasta dish, and my stomach defies me and groans at the delicious smell of her cooking. I take my jacket off, and we sit at the table rather awkwardly, just looking at one another. I break the eye contact first, pick up the fork, and start to eat. I lift my gaze and catch her watching me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”Shayla smiles sadly and shakes her head. “Nothing, just an old memory is all.”“What memory?” I inquire, taking a sip of the white wine she poured for us both. Shayla takes a sip of her own wine and bites her bottom lip.“I just remembered the first time we cooked this dish together at your old apartment. I was teaching you how to cook, and we sat out on the terrace, eating and talking...”I frown, listening to her as she speaks, and my mind recalls the moment she was talking abou
Christmas Eve.On the eve of Christmas, I was looking forward to sitting at home, curled up on the sofa with my daughter and Cole, watching a Christmas movie. That was my tradition every year growing up. My mother, father, Sam, and I would get into fluffy PJs with a steaming cup of cocoa and watch Christmas movies. That tradition got scrapped as soon as I moved in with my two alcoholic best friends. Now, we spend our Christmas eve at a bar.“Is this really necessary?” I grumble with a pout as I dress Alaia.“Yes!” Aimee and Jo both shout in unison, causing Alaia to start. I glare at them when she starts to cry.“Oh no, princess, we’re sowwie.” Aimee coos picking her up into her arms and cuddling her. Aimee lifts her and pouts when tears roll down her cheeks. “How is she this cute, please?”I smile and sigh. “Have you seen her father?”“What about him?” Says the man himself as he walks into the bedroom...topless. I look back at him as he slid