I lift my gaze to hers and nod, "Of course. I appreciate the apology. My marriage to your son may not have lasted, but you were right, we're not right for one another, but I do care for him deeply and wish him nothing but happiness in whatever he chooses to do next." I explain blinking back the tears that I feel burning the back of my eyelids.
Elaine smiles sadly and pats my hand, "You're an incredibly unique girl Shayla Hart and the love and respect you've shown my father in his last moments will forever have a special place in my heart." She sighs wiping away her tears. "You'll come to the funeral, right?"
"I'd like to if that's okay with you," I ask, biting my bottom lip and she smiles nodding.
"Of course, you will be there. I would have it no other way." I smile a little and nod gratefully. "Would you mind if I give you a hug?" I look at her, surprised and shook my head. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight, her hands brushing my hair. "Good luck w
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
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