I watch Shayla as she walks out of the doors to the prison ahead of Josh and me. “I’m so fucking proud of her,” I tell Josh with a sigh, who smiles, nodding.
“Me too. She’s a warrior,” Josh squeezes my shoulder, and I look at him appreciatively.
“I don’t know how I'm ever going to thank you, Josh. You’ve helped me with her so much the last couple of months. If it weren’t for you, she’d still be a wreck.”
Josh shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything, Cole. I just pushed her into facing her fears. She did the rest. You know I’ve always got your back, brother.”
“I know, and I’ve always got yours, brother.” We share a smile and fist bump as we walk over to Shayla. “One last stop. I don’t know how I'm going to face that bitch and not want to kill her for everything she’s done.”
“Shay’s got her bro, leave her to it,” Josh mutters as we walk outside. Shayla had her gaze up at the sky, and she released a long breath, her shoulders which were tense before wa
“You should be rotting six feet under right about now.” Sophie hisses her frosty eyes on Shayla, who smirks.“And you should be sipping champagne in some pretentious restaurant, but… here we are,” Shayla mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. “Orange really isn’t your colour. All though it does go well with the black eyes you’re sporting there.” She pushes her finger against it, and Sophie hisses and pulls her head back.“Is that why you’re here, to give me fashion tips?” Sophie snarls, and Shayla shakes her head.“No, I came here to tell you personally that you failed, and your little plan tanked just like I told you it would.”Sophie grins, biting her lip a little. “Maybe, but it wasn’t a complete failure. I hear those brothers fucked you up real good. If you’re alive and standing there today, it’s because of me.” She hisses haughtily. “If I hadn’t told them where you were, you’d still be rotting in that little room. You owe your pathetic life to me
“I don’t fucking care!” Cole shouts, livid, as he paces back and forth in his study. “I want the head of whoever this fucker was that went to press with this, do you understand me?” I watch Cole as I sit curled up on the sofa, my knees pulled to my chest. We’re a week into the trial, and someone has leaked information about my case, and the media are going nuts with it. News reporters and paparazzi were camped outside the house trying to get pictures of me.“Tristan, we’re looking into it, but I told you as soon as it goes to court, someone would leak information about what happened to her. It was inevitable.”"Inevitable? What the fuck do I pay you for Lucy?! It's a fucking media frenzy out there. You're the head of public relations. You were supposed to keep this under wraps. I told you to keep a tight lid on this." He shouts at Lucy—his publicist, and she watches him pace restlessly back and forth. "I want the name of the reporter who wrote the story and the publica
“Always, baby.” He whispers, tucking his slender fingers under my chin and tilting my head up so he could brush a spine-tingling kiss to my waiting lips. I moan and part my lips for him to deepen the kiss, but Alaia’s cry from the baby monitor interrupts us. We pull back, and Cole chuckles, shaking his head.“Impeccable timing as always.” He groans, watching me pull away from him to go and check on her. I look back at him once I reach the stairs, and he grins sexily, licking his lips. “I’ll be coming for that kiss, Hart.”I smile and send him a flirtatious look. “I’ll be waiting, Hoult,” I reply and jog up the steps to check on our daughter. I walk into the nursery and pick her up from her bed. “Hi baby, how was your nap.” Alaia stops crying once I pick her up, kissing her beautiful face. She’s seven months old, and she’s growing so much every day. Her first word was Dada, for which Cole was over the moon. He cried, hearing her on the monitor while she was babbling awa
I leave Cole with Alaia while I go and prepare her food. She’s eating solids now and absolutely loves it. It’s upsetting that she’s weaning off my breast milk now she’s eating proper food three times a day. I only give her my milk at bedtime, which I read was more comfort than her needing it. She grew in the blink of an eye, and she’ll be a year old in five months. That’s crazy to me. Cole plays with her on the floor in the living room while I prepare dinner. I can hear her laughing while he does the tickle monster on her. He’s such a goof. Cole takes her upstairs when she starts to rub her eyes tiredly. It was past her bedtime, and if she doesn’t sleep on time, she’ll get cranky. I watch on the monitor as Cole lays her down in her bed and kisses her forehead, she starts to cry, and he rocks her gently. “Shh, oh I know, you’re tired, sweetheart.” He whispers, rubbing her back gently.I stir the sauce to the carbonara pasta I was cooking while watching him with her. I pick up
Another gruelling day of work. That office is unbearable without her. I’d rather stay in bed with Shayla. Actually, I’d rather stay anywhere with Shayla would be the correct term. Despite the stress of the trials and court Shayla is finally back to her usual self. Justice had been served. Sophie got twenty-five years, and the two fuckers got life in prison. It was over. I was worried she would go spiralling back to her depressive state while she was forced to relive the moments they tortured her.They offered to shield her away so she would face them, but she declined. The prosecutor tried to break her, blaming her for Sophie's mental state because of our relationship's breakdown, which resulted in her ‘momentary lapse of judgement’ and wanting to hurt Shayla. She even dared to stand there and lie that she was provoked, that Shayla threatened her first, and I was volatile and abusive to her throughout our relationship, which only worsened her mental state and drove her over t
After Shayla and I finally had sex after months, we’ve been at it like rabbits, unable to keep our hands off each other. As messy as our relationship has been, that raw magnetic pull we had from the very first moment I laid my eyes on her has never wavered. I’m still as obsessed with her as I was then—if not more. We’re entirely in sync when it comes to the act of love. These little games we play with one another keep that fire inside us raging. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. She keeps me on my toes in every aspect of my life, and I love her madly for it.Two weeks go by, and after a long stressful day at the office, I was happy to be home, and the smell of her cooking makes my stomach growl in recognition the second I step in through the threshold.“Baby, I’m home,” I call out as I close the front door. I drop my briefcase on the sofa and see Alaia in her bouncer, bouncing away while she watches Moana again for the millionth time. I walk over to he
I couldn’t contain the grin that spread across my face as I look down at her. “You caved.”“I don’t need a bodyguard, but it’s clearly important to you, and if it’s going to give you peace of mind and make you happy, I'll do it.” I close my eyes and sigh in relief. I feel my entire body relax. I lean over and pull her up to her feet and take her face into my hands. “I was being unreasonable and inconsiderate by disregarding your feelings on the matter. I’m sorry.”“You don’t have to apologise, baby. I get your reasons for not wanting a bodyguard, but my priority is always you and Alaia first and foremost.” I explain, brushing my thumb along her jaw, and she smiles beautifully, caressing my chest.“And you are ours.” She whispers before I lean down and draw her in for the slow, hair-raising kiss I've been dying to give her all day. Shayla moans audibly. Her silky-smooth tongue sinks into my mouth, teasing my own as I back her up against the wall kissing her urgen
“Okay, we’re going to try this one more time.”I hold the spoon to Alaia’s mouth and feed her the vegetable medley. Her face goes sour, and she spits it out with a shudder. “You really don’t like this, huh?” I utter, putting her plate down with a sigh, and Alaia blinks at me and smiles showing her one tiny tooth she sprouted out of nowhere. “Don’t give me that smile. You need to eat your vegetables, young lady.”“Why are you scolding my daughter?” I hear Cole say behind me as he walks into the kitchen. He leans over and drops a kiss on my neck and one on Alaia’s head before he goes to the coffee machine.“She’s being stubborn and not eating her food.” I hold the spoon to her mouth, and she turns her head, shaking it. Cole sips his coffee and leans against the kitchen counter, watching us with a smile.“Wonder who she gets that from.” He mutters, looking at me pointedly over the rim of his coffee mug.“I love my food, actually.” I point out, casting