Since I’d left my last job, I knew I had to find a new one and A-EYE had been asking me to interview for months. I had a meeting with them in a few days.
Cole lifted a dark eyebrow. “What? Are you interning or something?”
I grinned, undeterred. “It’s a VP position actually.”
“You look twenty,” he said, taking the seat next to me.
I was only twenty-four, but I could easily pass for younger. Cole didn’t look older than me, if at all.
I leaned into him slightly and I got a hint of his scent. Tobacco and vanilla. I needed to find whatever he used and soak my sheets and myself in it.
“Thanks. I’m Levi by the way.”
This time, Cole’s lips turned up in a smirk. “Can I buy you a drink, Levi?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” I said, suddenly here to both drink and make small talk.
We went home together that night and Cole fucked just the way he looked. Beautifully and dangerously. I hadn’t let anyone fuck me in a while but there was something about Cole that made me want to submit and take whatever he wanted to give me.
When I woke up the next morning, I was covered in bruises and marks. Terrifyingly, I realised that my mind had gone quiet. It was easy to fall for Cole—too easy really. He was like a black hole, and I was a star, consumed whole, free-falling inside him.
***
It’s been over two years since Cole, and I started dating but I can’t always read what he’s thinking. I know there are secrets he keeps from me, and I don’t mind as much as I used to but sometimes, I can’t figure out what’s going on inside him. It has my brain obsessing over every little detail. Like now, as I lie next to him in bed, thoroughly fucked and sleepy.
“So, what do you think?”
Cole turns to me, eyes questioning, a small frown on his forehead. “About what?”
I hate that he’s making me spell it out. “Kai,” I say, keeping my voice as light as possible.
I’ve been thinking about him since before Christmas, back to that afternoon he walked in on Cole and I kissing, the way his neck flushed. There is something so delicate about him. Before Cole, he was the kind of guy I would have enjoyed ruining for everyone else.
And tonight, at the bar, he didn’t know where to look, trying his best not to watch Cole and I. When Cole kissed me, his mouth had fallen open slightly, like a little guppy.
“Am I supposed to think something?” Cole asks.
I roll my eyes. “He was eye-fucking you.”
Cole’s mouth falls into a line. He noticed it too. Good.
“He was eye-fucking you too, Evie,” he says matter-of-factly.
I nod. “I know. He was eye-fucking us both. It was cute. He didn’t know where to look.”
Cole frowns again before he turns to me fully, gripping my chin. “Should I be worried?” he asks quietly. “Because he seems far too nice for his body to be found drifting in the Thames.”
Something about the way his eyes flash makes me think he’s not joking. I kiss him lightly. “Down boy,” I murmur against his lips. “I’m not saying I want to sleep with him. I just thought it was cute. I only have eyes for you. You know that.”
Before him, I was never the kind of guy for serious relationships. I preferred my hook-ups to be casual and quick. Preferably no sleeping over so I didn’t have to make anyone breakfast, but Cole turned me into a one-person kind of guy after one night only.
But Kai is adorable. I find it hard to believe someone hasn’t made it their life’s mission to keep him under lock and key.
Cole pushes me back onto the bed, caging me with his hands before kissing me deeply. “But if you must know,” he says between kisses, “I think he’d look really good under you. I think he’d make really pretty sounds whilst you fuck him.”
I let out a quiet moan, clawing at Cole’s muscled back. “And where are you in all of this?”
He pulls back and smiles dangerously, running a thumb along my bottom lip. “Open,” he instructs.