Semua Bab Accidentally Yours: Bab 121 - Bab 130

“Tristan?” I blink and look at my father, who was watching me expectantly. “How do you like this one, son?” He asks gesturing to his black tailored Armani suit.“Looks good, Dad,” I tell him, staring at the mirror at my reflection as they tailor my suit for the wedding. I can’t believe I’m getting married in two days. The closer the date got, the tougher it got to breathe. Sophie has us running around doing all this wedding stuff, and I’m really trying to pay attention, but I’m struggling. I keep thinking about her. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Ninety-nine percent of my day is spent thinking about her. I was hoping I would see her when she comes to return to the papers signing her rights to her design entirely over to Cult Designs. I was left disappointed when I saw Jo walk in and hand the documents to Jess to give to me.“Jo?” I call out to her while she was waiting by the

“Thought you could use a friend.” He says, taking a sip of his scotch.I snort, “Yeah? Do you see one cause I fucking don’t?” I retort coldly and knock back my drink. Is this kid for real? How dare he call himself a friend after what he did—impudent bastard.“Cole, you’re my best friend, beyond that you’re my brother man. We’ve known each other for years. If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re not going to get one.” He tells me, and I glare at him darkly. “Maybe going after Shayla wasn’t the best decision on my part, but she was single, and you’re engaged to be married to another woman. I would think if you cared enough about this girl, you’d want her to be happy with someone you know would treat her right.”“You can tell you’ve never been in love.” I sigh, pouring myself another drink and knocking it back. “Shayla wasn’t so

“You bet your sexy arse he’s thinking about you when he’s with her!” Jo shouts, throwing her arms around me, and we topple over laughing. “Cayla foreveeeerrr!”Aimee and I look at Jo, confused. “Who the hell is Cayla?”Jo giggles, “Your portmanteau, silly! It’s your names together. Cole and Shayla equal Cayla!” I laugh, shaking my head.I look at Aimee, who is laughing hysterically. “Don’t let her drink anymore.”“Hey, it’s better than Cophie! What kind of lame arse name is that?” Aimee hands me another shot, grinning, and I groan. I was already tipsy, and honestly, tequila makes me go stupid.“She has a point.” Aimee giggles, taking her shot. “Their names don’t even sit right together. Should have let me punch the bitch square in her fake nose.”“Team hashtag Cayla!” Jo chirps, making a hash sign wi

“Hi,” I frown while I look at Derrick standing in the doorway. “Can we talk?” He requests. I nod and gesture for him to come in, and he does, closing the door behind him.“What are you doing here?” I question, puzzled, leaning against the wall and watch as he paces the small room rubbing the back of his neck, seemingly troubled.“Tristan, I should have done this a long time ago. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, keeping it from everyone this whole time.” I straighten from my position leaning on the wall, and look at him, baffled.“Told me what, Derrick, spit it out?”Derrick sighs, “That baby isn’t yours. It’s mine.” He blurts out, and I stare at him, my hands fisted at my sides. “After Sophie broke it off with me, she came over to collect her things one night, and we got into an argument, things got pretty heated, and well, we had sex. I didn’t

“You’re doing what?” Cole’s parents utter at the same time. Staring at us wide-eyed.Cole and I look at one another as we sit at the dining table at his parents’ house a few days later. I press my lips together to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up inside of me at the horrified look on his mother’s face.“We’re getting married in Vegas, and we would love it if you could be there with us,” Cole tells them evenly, and his mother’s eyes almost bulge out of her head.“Vegas?” She sputters, stunned, and we nod. “Like…in the chapel? With Elvis?” I mask my chuckle with a cough, and Cole looks at me, his eyes full of mischief as the corner of his lips twitch.“Yes, mother. Vegas, the chapel, Elvis, the whole lot.” Cole tells her, and she turns her gaze to me.“Son, just so we can prepare ourselves, how many times exactly are you planning to get m