“Hell no!” I reply after swallowing my water he smiles and nods.
“No baby, sorry to disappoint.” He says with a smirk, “The thing I wanted to discuss with you was uh, well, Shayla’s family would like to meet you and Dad. Her mother was terribly upset that we eloped, she feels she got robbed of seeing her daughter get married with the wedding and the white dress, which is understandable, of course.”
Elaine Hoult looks at her son unimpressed a deadpan look on her face. “Why yes, Tristan, I completely understand where her mother is coming from because I also feel very robbed of seeing my only son get married.”
“So, you’ll meet them then?” He asks hopeful, and I just watch them wolfing down a couple of doughnuts.
Elaine sighs, “Yes, we will meet them. On one condition.” She leans over and looks at me, stuffing my face with doughnuts and wrinkles her nose in distaste. “Ar
“Still not getting any better at this lying thing, babe.” He says and sniffles, his eyes watering as he chops the onion.“Well, if you’re going to cry about it. Fine, I’ll place you after the view. You’re not so bad to look at I suppose.” I tease with an exaggerated eye roll. He throws his head back and laughs while sniffling.“My fucking eyes!” I lean over him and wipe the tears that roll down his face. He drops a quick kiss on my nose, and I glare at him mischievously. We spent the rest of the hour and a half dancing around the kitchen to various songs, feeding each other food, and flirtatiously touching as we pass by each other.Cole was currently chasing me around the kitchen with a lobster he found in the fridge. “Cole, don’t! I swear to God I will hurt you!” I yelp running around the island as he chases me.“Oh, come on, this little guy needs love too. It’s just ador
You know that feeling when you’re just about to drift off to sleep, where your mind and body are in a completely peaceful state. That’s how I feel right now-- in this very moment with Shayla. I couldn’t focus on anything but her. Her intoxicating smell, the way she was nibbling on her bottom lip, the way the wind was gently blowing her dark hair back. She’s galvanising, and the more time I spend with her and get to know her, the more I’m finding myself attracted to her.I’m not even going to get into our kiss earlier. If we weren’t interrupted, I can almost guarantee that we would have had sex on that kitchen island. There was no way I would have found the strength to stop myself-- not when it comes to Shayla, my body acts on its own might. I can’t stop touching her. I keep telling myself to stop looking for excuses to touch her or hug her, but I can’t do it. She’s like this magnet that keeps drawing me to her. Like
The next morning, we woke up bright and early to get ready for work. We woke up as we usually do, completely wrapped up in each other. Only this time, Shayla was on her side while I was spooning her from behind. Shayla’s alarm jolted us both awake from our peaceful slumber. She reaches over and hits the snooze button, closing her eyes again briefly.“Cole.”“Mm.”“That better be the remote pressed up against my butt.” She mumbles, making me chuckle.“Why don’t you have a feel around, see for yourself,” I express nuzzling her neck and groan when she kicks my shin. “Ow, Jesus,” I grumble rolling onto my back with a yawn. “It’s scientifically proven that morning sex is a healthy way to start your day. A little morning loving would have been nice.”Shayla rubs her eyes and sits up watching me as I stretch myself out. “Feel free to give yourself some ‘m
“Ugh,” I grumble, deleting the sentence I just typed out for this email for the hundredth time. I need to reapply for my grant to go back to university and get my degree, but I can’t seem to get the wording right on this stupid email. I look up when I hear the distinct sound of heels clicking on the marble floor approach. I see a leggy blonde, walking toward me, dressed in couture from head to toe, her silky curls bouncing with every step she took. She looks like she just stepped off a catwalk for god sake.“Can I help you?” I ask as she strolls by me walking toward Cole's office. She looks back at me, her icy blue eyes raking over me before she smirks.“I’m here to see Tristan.” She says turning and walking toward his office again. I get up and follow her.“Excuse me, do you have an appointment? You can’t just walk into his office, he’s busy.” I say irritated, and she spins and faces me, br
I keep hearing Josh’s words repeatedly. Why am I so bothered by this? I shouldn’t care, it's just a stupid game, and in one hundred and fifty-one days I’ll be free of him.You’re starting to like him. I shake off that annoying little voice in my head, trying to convince me that I have feelings for him because I don’t. It's just a crush, that’s it. He’s an extremely good-looking guy, and I see him half-naked all the time, we live together, it’s only natural for me to develop an innocent crush on him. I just need to keep it at that and not let it develop into anything more.Yes, that’s the plan. Keep it professional.With that in mind, I return to the office and notice Cole wasn’t back yet. I groan when I felt that little pinch in my heart. I picked up a smoothie for myself and got one for Cole too because I know he loves it. I even had them write ‘Stud’ the nickname I call him on it. I place
I smile defiantly and deliberately lick my lips while he watches. “So can I. You can have her sprawled out on that desk and pound into her till she sees God himself and I still…” I whisper brushing my lips over his. “Wouldn't care.” I finish, his eyes lift to mine, and he just looks at me for a long time before he smiles.“Oh? but what I’m hearing from here…” He whispers brushing his thumb along my bottom lip, “Doesn’t match what I’m seeing in your eyes.” He adds, trailing his index finger down the side of my face. “You’re looking at me with tempestuous eyes, baby.”“Maybe that’s because you’re making me angry with your silly assumptions,” I utter slapping his hand away from my face. “You’re free to do whatever you want with whomever you want. You don’t owe me an explanation. You’ll be the one branded a cheat, not me.”
I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. I want to slap myself to make sure I’m not dreaming, but that requires having to let go of her beautiful breasts, and that wasn’t about to happen. I flick my tongue over a rosy nipple and suck it into my mouth, Shayla arches up and moans, rocking her hips, grinding against my erection. If ever I had a chance to sleep with her again this was it, she’s clearly as horny as I am, and there is no chance of interruption. She’s mine tonight.“Jesus, Cole what are we doing…” She whispers in a breathy tone. I greedily lick up the melted ice cream off her stomach.“Cooling off,” I mumble nipping at her hip and sucking hard enough to leave a nice mark. She moans arching up and gripping the counter when I grind my dick against her pussy.“I’m not feeling any cooler.” She moans, biting her lip.“Just wait…” I whisper, sliding her
“Cole, you’re just sexually frustrated, that’s it. Put any other girl in my position, and you’d still feel the same because it's only sexual. I don’t possess a magical vagina that gets men all captivated with me.” She explains with a smile when I groan.“Could have fooled me,” I say, pulling her close and pressing my forehead to hers, closing my eyes. I lick my lips. “If what you’re saying is true, then, say we have sex again, it should diffuse the tension between us. If you claim it’s just sexual frustration, then there’s really only one way to test your theory.”Shayla’s eyes narrow. “And what if we have sex and it diffuses nothing. Then what?” She questions peering up at me inquiringly. I smile and look into her eyes, brushing my fingers through her hair, I cup her jaw.“I mean,” I grin, licking my lips slowly. “I’m not opposed to keeping at
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