I buckle up my seatbelt and watch Shayla as she gives me an ‘I know what you’re up to’ look before she pushes the start button and the engine to my Ferrari roars. I smirk back at her rather smugly, and she rolls her eyes and drives out of the underground car park.
This will probably torture me as much as it is her, but having this control over her is thrilling me in more ways than one. Having the ability to pleasure her without touching her is the most fun I can have without actually having her—and by God, did I want her. Shayla makes me feel things I've never felt with any other woman. My attraction to her is off the fucking charts. I reach over and turn the music up while she drives. She keeps glancing at me warily, waiting and wondering when I’m going to turn the vibrator back on. I grin inwardly as the light goes red and discreetly push the dial on the app up, and I hear Shayla’s sharp intake of breath.
I watch in glee as she grips the steering wheel with one hand
One month into our agreement, and I’m about ready to kill Cole with my bare hands. He seems to be having a grand old time torturing me. It’s a Saturday morning, and I’m peacefully wrapped up in my bed, having an incredibly happy dream. That is, of course, until I feel something tickle my nose. I stir in my sleep and moan, snuggling into my pillow, drifting off to sleep again. Not even five seconds later, I feel a tickle on my nose again and lift my hand, thinking it was my hair, to brush it away. I jump awake when I feel something trying to crawl up my nose. I’m deathly scared of spiders, so I open my eyes in a panic and see Cole standing over me, a stupid grin plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face.I groan and scowl up at him. “Good morning, Sunshine.” He chirps, his eyes sparkling in the morning sun that was beaming into the bedroom.I blink up at him and sigh, “What do you want?” I moodily grumble when he tweaks my nose. I slap his hand away. “Why do you alway
“Cole,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “We agreed to one kiss.”“Christ, Shayla, tell me you’re not craving my lips just as desperately as I am yours.” Cole groans. His lips were grazing along my jaw. “You’re turned on. I can feel the heat of your pussy against my thigh, and it’s making me crazy.” He growls lustfully, lacing his fingers with mine. “I bet you’re soaking—and throbbing, just burning to be fucked—just as I am to be the one that fucks you. Hard.”I moan throatily, and my hips rock up against his thigh that he presses against me intimately. “Oh...God.” I whimper. Clawing onto the last thread of self-control I have, to not give in and beg him to take me because he was right. I was burning for a taste of him again, to feel him pound into me the way he did that night in Vegas.“This flaming need I have for you rip-roaring inside of me is making me crazy. I want to lick that pussy until my tongue is saturated in your honey.” I close my eyes, and my breathing
I snort and roll my eyes, “Resist you?” I intone sardonically. “I slept with you the very first night we met. You’ve had me.” Cole looks down at my lips for a drawn-out moment.“I can’t forget the way you taste.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “The way you sound when you come.”And he says I derail him.I press my hand to his chest and push him back a little so that I can look up at him. “We’re sexually frustrated. That’s it.” I tell him firmly, “If we give in to temptation and sleep together again, things will get messy, and I don’t like messy. I don’t want to complicate my life more than it already is. We live and work together, Cole. We can never cross over that line. However badly we may want to.” I explain, and Cole closes his eyes and nods.With a groan, he pushes off the wall and rubs his jaw, his eyes on me. I could see the frustration in his gaze, and I had the urge to go against my own words and kiss him. He opens his mouth to say something
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I clear my throat, and he chuckles wickedly in my ear, the vibrations humming through me.“Don’t insult my intelligence,” Cole burrs, squeezing my hips before they travel down to my thighs. “It’s a woman's instinct to want to make it known to others what’s hers, just as it is a man's to be possessive of what’s his.” He declares, brushing his lips along my shoulder. Was this his subtle way of telling me I was his? Why did that thrill me? “This is what drives me crazy about you. Most women would have gone into a jealous rage and gone in for the kiss to state her mark, but not you...” He murmurs deeply. “You did it with such poise, in such an elegant and respectable manner. I fucking love that.”“I think you’re reading too much into it, Cole. I was thirsty and didn’t want to walk to the other side of the gym to drink some water.” I explain with a sigh when he kisses the base of my neck.“You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart,
“Shall we?” Cole asks, holding his arm out to me with a charming smile. I slide my arm into his, and he leads me out of the apartment, down to the black limo waiting for us. The driver opens the door, and Cole helps me before he walks around getting in from the other side.He hands me a glass of champagne, and I take it. Our fingers brush, and I feel my insides go all gooey. “Thank you.” I utter, and we clink our glasses before we take a sip. Our eyes meet over the rim of our glasses, and I feel myself blush again. What the hell is wrong with me. I’m a grown arse woman. God damn it. Pull yourself together, Shayla. Fucking hell. It’s an arrangement. It’s just a game. It’s not real.Cole tells me about the ball we were attending. It was to support and raise money for a Children's hospital for kids who suffer from rare diseases. Cole was the primary benefactor, and they were going to name the wing after his family's name. That made my heart swell fondly. I love that he gi
Dear reader,Thank you so much for purchasing and taking the time to read my book, ‘The Accidental Wife’ I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I did writing it. If you loved this story and you want to know more about Shayla and Coles journey, be sure to check out the sequel, Love me Again.Shayla and Cole finally get married, and with the exciting news of a baby on the way, the happy couple couldn't be more ecstatic. However, as they blissfully await the arrival of their firstborn child, life throws another curve ball their way. They're forced to face the ultimate challenge when Cole has a tragic accident, and the last four years gets wiped from his memory. Will Shayla be able to make him remember the love he once had for her? Will they survive this test, or will their great love crash and burn?Thank you again for your support.Love always,Shayla Hart x
"Happy birthday!"I look up from my desk and see Shayla standing in the doorway to my home office--naked, a cupcake with a candle in her hand, looking all kinds of sumptuous. I grin and lean back in my chair and admire my wife. Four months pregnant with my baby, and she's absolutely glowing, literally the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. She's got a cute baby bump where she's finally starting to show. "Lord, have mercy. Show me a more desirable birthday gift than you, baby. Get your sexy bum over here, Mrs Hoult." I tell her, and she smiles and saunters over to me."Make a wish, baby." She expresses, holding out the cupcake with the candle to me. I lift my gaze to hers over the flame and smile."Honey, what more can I possibly wish for? I have you. We have a baby on the way and all the success I can ever dream of." I tell her, and she smiles amorously and bites her lip."You forgot the most important thing—health. You can wish for health,
"Well, first, I'm going to make love to you." She whispers, running her hands over my chest. I groan and watch her excitedly. "And then..." She kisses my jaw softly. "We're going to have breakfast with your parents." She smiles and trails her lips along my jaw. "After that, I'm going to kidnap you, and we're going on a little trip to Amsterdam with Aimee, Jo, Josh, and Sam."I laugh and kiss her temple. "Boy, I've not been to Dam in an awfully long time. Last time Josh and I went, we got so baked we ended up on the blue light district." I tell her, and Shayla's eyes go wide, and she laughs."No!"I laugh, nodding, "Luckily, I realized, and I stopped Josh before he did something he would have needed a shit load of therapy for later." Shayla throws her head back and laughs hysterically."Well, as bummed as I am that I can't get 'baked' with you guys, I'll be sure to keep you all away from the blue light district." She promises, and I chuckle, shaking my hea
Twenty minutes later, the house smelt sensational with home-cooked goodness. Cole strolls into the kitchen while his wife cooks pancakes. He wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses her pulse. “As good as this food smells, I can’t wait to eat you later,” Cole growls in her ear hungrily, making her grin. “Shh, baby, the kids are going to hear you,” Shayla whispers back, looking up at him, and he matches her grin leaning close. “They’re not even in here.” Cole chuckles, kissing her softly. Shayla wraps her arms around her husband’s neck and parts her lips when his tongue silently requests permission to meet her own. “Oh, barf. Mum and Dad are making out again.” RJ grumbles, walking into the kitchen, followed by Alaia, who grimaces as they take their seats at the dining table. Shayla and Cole laugh as they pull apart. “Now you know how we feel watching you slobber all over your little ‘friends’ you keep bringing over.” Alaia retorts, making air q
Sixteen years later…On a beautiful Saturday morning in the month of August, Shayla Hoult rolls over in the bed she shares with her gorgeous husband Tristan Cole Hoult and smiles contently. At the tender age of forty-six, he was still every bit as handsome as he always was. She lay on her side and admired him while he slept. He still looked the same—but older with fine lines that came with maturity, which made him even sexier. The stubble of his beard had specks of grey, which she loved.“Why are you staring at me?” Cole mumbles, his eyes still closed, causing his wife to start while she was lost deep in her thoughts. Shayla smiles, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly, and reaches over to brush her fingers over his cheek. Cole smiles, peels his eyes open, and blinks, looking at his beautiful wife smiling at him lovingly.“How long have you been awake?” Shayla giggles when he wraps his strong arm around her waist and drags he
I exhale slowly, and Cole sits up and turns the night light on, blinking a couple of times till his eyes adjust to the light. “My water broke,” I tell him, and he shifts and pushes the covers off himself and gets out of bed. I watch him walk around the bed to my side, and he takes hold of my hand to help me sit up.“Are you having contractions?” He questions, brushing my hair away from my face, and I nod. “What do you need me to do?”I exhale slowly when another contraction comes. I wait for it to pass before I speak. “Call my midwife, then my mum. Tell her I’m in labour, and we’ll drop Laia to her.” I instruct him, and he kisses my forehead before he grabs my phone. While Cole was on the phone, I take off my wet clothes and change into a pair of grey comfortable tracksuit bottoms and one of Coles oversized hoodies. The pain was getting worse by the minute, and I was worried we wouldn’t make it to the hospital. “Cole, we have to go. Like right now.” I whimper, and he l
“Shay.” I lift my gaze from staring at my huge baby bump and look at my husband, who rolls over when I turn the night lamp on. “You okay?” Cole questions drowsily, and I glower at him.“Why won’t this baby come out.” I hiss angrily, and Cole groans, leaning up on his elbow and looks at me, his green eyes narrowed.“Maybe he likes it in there and isn’t ready to leave just yet.” He smiles, rubbing my bump, and the baby squirms inside me at his father’s touch. My due date was six days ago, and this stubborn child is showing no indication of arriving anytime soon.“I’ve had enough.” I whimper, agitated. “I’m uncomfortable. I haven’t slept a wink in days, and I’m swollen like a beached whale. Look at me.” I complain, gesturing to myself, and Cole lets his eyes wander over me, and he smiles. “What are you looking at?”He blinks, bemused.“You just said—”“You get this baby out of me right now.” I huff, and Cole scratches his forehead, his brows fu
Shayla pulls back and looks up at me, tears flowing from her beautiful eyes. “Did you...” She trails silently, asking me if I had something to do with her killing herself off, and I shake my head.“No, I had nothing to do with that. She obviously couldn’t handle being locked up. The warden did say girls like her are like fresh meat to a hungry lion.” I explain, brushing her tears away.“I did.” I turn and look at Sam, and Shayla frowns. “I may have visited the prison. A guard there is a friend of mine, and when he found out you were my sister, he did me a favour.” He explains with a shrug, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “It wasn’t enough that she was locked away, I wanted her to suffer, so I had my artist friend paint a photo of you and Cole kissing on the wall opposite her cell, she’d be forced to stare at it, be reminded every second, of every day that she didn’t break you,” Sam tells her. Shayla pulls away from me and runs into her brother's arms.
“That was a great party. I’m a grown arse man, and I had a blast.” Josh chuckles, sitting back on the sofa, taking a sip from his beer. I smile and nod, looking over at my mother and Shay’s mother directing the kitchen's cleaning crew. Sam comes across with baby Trey in his arms and sits on the sofa with a tired sigh.“It really was. Shayla did a great job with organising everything.” I tell him, and Josh nods, looking over at the baby in Sam's arms.“How’s fatherhood treating you, bro?” Josh questions putting his beer bottle down and taking Trey from Sam.“Tiring man, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world,” Sam admits looking over at Trey curled up on Josh’s chest. “To think I was terrified of ever having one of those, now I can’t picture my life without him.”I smile in understanding. “Yeah, they really do change your life, especially if it's with the right woman,” I state, and both men nod in agreement.“I feel so left out. I can’t wait to hol
“Happy birthday, princess.” I croon, looking down at Alaia, who just rose from her sleep. She smiles up at me as soon as she sees me, displaying her two teeth. She’s always so happy in the morning, and this morning was no different. She’s just lying in her crib, kicking back with her hands behind her head. “Good morning, my sunshine.” I pick her up and kiss her cheek affectionately. “Is my baby girl one-year-old today?” We walk out of the nursery back to our bedroom, where Shayla was still asleep. “Let’s go wake up, Mummy,” I whisper, kissing her temple and smile when I see Shayla lying on her front, peacefully sleeping. I crawl up on the bed and lay Alaia down on her stomach, and she immediately crawls over to her mother. I lay on my side and watch as she makes cooing sounds, pressing her hand to Shay’s face, who stirs from her sleep and smiles.“Mm, good morning, birthday girl.” She sighs, lifting her arm and wrapping it around Laia, who tries to crawl over her. She looks o
We see Josh and Aimee in the waiting room, along with Jo’s father, “How is she doing? Any news?”Aimee shakes her head. “Not yet. We got here not long ago.” I sit beside her, and Cole walks over to Josh, talking to Jo’s dad, Phil. “Did you look in the mirror before you left the house?” Aimee grins, her blue eyes raking over me.“No, why?” I ask apprehensively and look down at myself.Aimee laughs, “You look fucked out, girl. You could have at least run a brush through your hair.” I stare at her dumbfounded and reach to comb out my hair with my fingers.“We left in a rush,” I whisper, unlocking my phone and loading up the camera. “Do I really look that bad?” I look at my reflection in the camera and gasp a little. My face was all flushed, my hair a tousled mess, my lips were swollen, and I had love bites all over my neck. “Oh shit.” I curse, pulling my hair over my shoulder to cover up the love bites.Aimee nudges me, grinning wickedly. When I look
Later that evening, Cole and I were sitting on our bed, me on my tablet and him on his, looking through emails. “Do you not think we’re going a little overboard with this birthday party?” I ask, looking away from the tablet to him, staring intently at a document on his device.“No,” Cole utters, typing away on the screen. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.” I frown.“Cole, she’s turning one, she doesn’t have a clue what she wants. She’s not even going to remember this.” Cole looks at me and shrugs.“She’s aware of more than you realise.” He replies, his brows lifting to his hairline. “Don’t you see the way her little face lights up when she sees Moana on the screen?” I smile and nod, “Or the way she sways side to side when she hears the song.”“That is adorable.” Cole nods, smiling, and leans over, puckering his lips for me. I lean in and kiss him softly.“Let’s give our baby girl the birthday she deserves.” Cole mumbles against my lips, and I grin