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
“I agree with Aimee. I don’t know what you’ve done to that boy with your golden vagina, but he is hooked on you girl.” Jo says and laughs when I pick up a cushion off the sofa and hit her with it.“Shut up. He isn’t hooked on me. If he ‘loved’ me or was ‘hooked’ on me, why didn’t he choose me? He said he loves her with all his heart but only wants me. He’s thinking with his knob and nothing else. He’s probably bored with Sophie already and is looking for a thrill. That’s all I bloody am to him, a good time.” I utter bitterly scooping up some ice cream and eating it. “I’m a good time girl,” I mumble miserably into my tub of ice cream.“Oh, please, if anyone in the meantime girl it’s that witch Sophie. Mark my words, that boy will be yours.” Aimee claims and sits forward, clapping her hands. “Now! Let’s get you packed for Dubai because
She came.When I saw that cab pull up from the window and Shayla stepped out, my heart skipped a beat from excitement. I cannot lie; I was worried she would not show. It was ten minutes to two, and she had not arrived. I had lost all hope till I saw that cab. Now here she is sitting in front of me, curled up in the leather seat reading a book. We took off four hours ago, and Dubai is eight hours from London. I keep sneaking little peeks at her over my laptop on the table. She’s either too engrossed in what she’s reading or is good at faking distraction. I lean back in my chair, bite my lip, and look out of the window watching the clear blue sky and the clouds down below.I let my mind drift off to the last time she and I were in this jet flying to Nice. I’d give anything to go back to that day and relive that whole getaway with her again. I did something a little senseless, and I don’t know if or how to tell Shayla about it without ruining this
“Yes,” She answers in a flurry, and I blink and look at her. I didn’t even get the fucking question out yet. I shake my head and slide the diamond ring on her finger, she cries and hauls herself at me, pressing her lips to mine. I kiss her back for a couple of seconds, and she wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me. I rest my arms around her small waist and stare at the wall ahead numbly. Did I just get engaged?“Mr Hoult?” I blink and look up at the flight attendant who was holding out some food to me. I take it, and smile thanking her. I look over at Shayla who shakes her head when offered the food. “You can leave it here she’ll have it,” I tell her, and Shayla looks at me and scowls.“I’m not hungry.” She tells me and looks down at her book again. I sigh and close my laptop before I lean over and snatch the book from her hands. “Hey!”“You’re eating, and that’s
“Rules?” She intones, and I nod, leaning against the table again, and she does the same listening intently.“Yes, public displays of affection are prohibited when you’re out and about. If you’re married, you can get away with holding hands, but that’s it. Two people are not wed aren’t allowed to touch in public or share a hotel room. If you’re caught breaking the rules, you get arrested, and it’s up to a year jail time.” I explain, and Shayla’s eyes grow wide.“A year? That’s a little extreme.” She mutters, shaking her head. “Sucks for those coming as an unwed couple, imagine having to stay in separate rooms whilst on holiday.” She smiles.I smile nodding, “Dubai isn’t as bad as Abu Dhabi; it’s more laid back; they don’t care as long as you’re not having sex in public. You can do what you want in the privacy of your hotel room.” I e
Oh, what am I doing?It’s moments like this where I really question my integrity when I’m around this boy. I do things I would never usually do, and it’s entirely out of my control. My body just acts on its own accord, and even if my head is screaming at me to stop, something deep inside me doesn’t listen to reason. Like right now, I should pull away, even getting this close to him is wrong, it’s so immoral because he belongs to someone else now. Not that he was ever mine, to begin with, but he was at least single, and whatever we did, we weren’t hurting anyone. I just wish I could find a way to resist him, but it’s just so hard because it doesn’t feel wrong, it feels so right, being this close to him, it feels like it’s the most natural thing in the world.God, please help me find the strength to put an end to this before I do something stupid and let him kiss me.“Fuck, Shay, if you don’t pull a
“You can have the carousel bed. I know you. You’ll wake up early and spin me awake.” I say walking over to the window, and I hear Cole chuckle behind me.“You know me too well, sweetheart.” He utters, walking to stand beside me. “Some view, huh?”I nod gazing out at the view of the ocean and the palm island. “It’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it in the morning. I can stare at that view all day and never get bored,” I sigh, and Cole nods looking over at me.“I know that feeling.” I turn my head and look up at him. I feel my cheeks grow hot under his gaze and look away before he teases me again.“Are you tired?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.“Not at all. Do you want to go out for a bit?” He suggests, and I nod, smiling at him. Cole returns my smile and nods also. “Okay, why don’t we get changed and go explore a little. There’s
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