Page 72 of The Accidental Wife

“Cole…” I press, and he sighs, watching me closely.

“Shayla.” He retorts in the same manner, getting up from the bed and strolling over to me. “It’s a gift. You don’t have to pay me back for something that was bought for you as a gift.” I look up at him when he cups my face in his large hands. “Just kiss me, and that will suffice.” He drawls with a handsome smile while gazing into my eyes.

“How about I kiss you and still pay you back?” I suggest impishly, and he grins.

“I’ll eagerly accept the kiss but not your money.” He whispers leaning in. I wrap my arms around his neck, draw his lips to mine for a soft, lingering peck on his lips. I pull back a little and look up at him, and he smiles, eyes still closed. “Mm more.” He groans, sealing our lips again and kissing me with so much passion my toes curl.

“You’re spoiling me.”

Cole grins. “Good. You deserve it.”

I’m in so much trouble with this boy. After a few minutes of kissing, I walk into the ensuite bathroom to have a quick shower and get dressed.

* * *

Twenty minutes later,Cole and I joined his parents at the dining table for breakfast. “Good morning.” I greet before taking my seat beside Cole.

“Good morning dear. Did you sleep well?” Coles father asks, folding up the newspaper he was reading and setting it on the side.

Cole and I share a little look, and he smile’s nodding. “We slept very well.”

“Have you seen the photos of the two of you in the papers this morning? Everyone is talking about the party.” Elaine says, delighted, scrolling through her tablet. I sigh inwardly. I really hate being in all these magazines and tabloids.

I take a sip of my coffee and pick at bits of the food they had on the table. You could feed an entire town with the amount of food they had spread out in front of them. How much can four people eat? I tune out the idle chit chat they were having amongst themselves. “Actually, Shayla and I are going to take a little trip.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles softly.

“We are?” I ask him, surprised, and he nods, smiling at me charmingly.

“We sure are, sweetheart.” I frown and bite my lip. What is he up to? I’m actually quite nervous all of a sudden. “We better make a move. Thank you again for the party last night, and breakfast was amazing,” Cole says, pushing his chair back and standing.

“Thank you for everything, Mr and Mrs Hoult.” I manage to say before Cole laces his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the front door and out of the house.

“Where are we going?” I question as we walk to the car, and Cole’s smirking at me happily. He opens the car door for me and kisses me before I got in. He’s so darn hot.

“You’ll see.” He beams at me and closes the door walking around to the driver’s side. “I figured we needed some time to get away from work, family, and the press.” He tells me as he drives out of the gates.

It was such a beautiful day, and I honestly couldn’t feel happier. We drove to wherever Cole had planned for us, laughing and flirting, unable to keep our hands off one another. The top was down to his car, the sun beating down on us as we speed down the empty coastal roads. I reach over and take Coles sunglasses and slide them on. He grins at me and lifts his arm, rubbing the nape of my neck as he drove. It’s the last week of summer, so the weather was that much sweeter, the warm breeze blowing my hair back. Everything dare I say, was perfect.

* * *

An hourlater we pull up at the airstrip, I look at Coles private jet, and he smiles at me. “What? Where are we going?” I ask grinning, he shrugs, tapping his nose. I give him a pointed look and narrow my eyes at him. “You’re not taking me Vegas again, are you? I am not marrying you again!”

Cole throws his head back and laughs. “No, no, we’re going somewhere a little closer.” He says, opening my door and holding his hand out to me, which I take, and he pulls me out of the car.

I smile when I see Gerald, the driver I met on our first trip. “Hi Gerald.” I greet him, and he chuckles nodding.

“Morning, Miss.” Cole snickers and pats his shoulder before handing the keys to his Maserati over to him. “We’ll be back Monday evening or early Tuesday.” He tells Gerald, and he nods and utters a ‘very well, sir’ before getting into the car.

Cole takes my hand and leads me to his private jet. “Boy, this brings back so many memories,” I say as we walk into the plane. Cole laughs and drops a kiss on my temple.

“Mhm, it sure does.” I turn and face him, meeting his gaze. He brushes my hair away from my face.

“Where are we going? Don’t you have that important meeting tomorrow morning?” I ask again, and he slowly walks me back further into the jet.

“We’re going to France—well, Nice to be precise— and no, I had the meeting this morning, so I could clear up our schedule for the next two days. I went by the apartment and picked up our passports. We’re good to go.” He grins, holding up said passports.

I blink up at him. “Wow, really?” He nods, sitting in a chair and pulling me into his lap.

“Mhm, really. Two days. No interruptions. No work, nothing but you, me, and the French Riviera.” He explains, brushing my hair over my shoulder and dropping a kiss on it, his green eyes looking into mine.

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