Page 122 of The Accidental Wife

“What is it going to take for you to leave me alone?” I hiss hotly, and he stares at me heatedly. “You’re getting married in a couple of weeks, Cole. You’re having a baby. What is it you want from me?!”

“I want you!”

“As what?! Your fucking mistress?!” I shout, pushing him away from me. “Your bit on the side? Your fuck buddy?” I ask furiously. “You want to fuck me on your desk in your office before you go home to your wife and kid. Is that what you want?”

“Jesus Shayla, of course not!” Cole howls taking a step toward me, and I back away.

“Then what do you want, Cole?!” I ask, holding my arms out and waiting for him to reply while he shoves his hand through his tousled hair in agitation. “You can stand there and tell me you want me till you’re blue in the face but it’s not going to change anything, is it? Because you’re still getting married, aren’t you.”

“You think I have a fucking choice? And if I did, I wouldn’t choose you?!” He shouts angrily, and I roll my eyes and turn away from him.

“Goddamn it! I don’t want to hear this anymore, Cole! Just get out!” I shout back and walk off to my bedroom. Cole follows me and storms into my bedroom, pulls my arm, and draws me against him again.

“What do you want to hear? Tell me?! You want to hear that it drives me fucking crazy thinking about another man touching you. Because it does! I’m not a jealous man, but when it comes to you, all bets are off. I don’t give a fuck who it is.” He claims, gazing into my eyes.

“So what, Cole? You can’t have me, so no one else can? Is that it?”

“That’s it!” He barks back.

I laugh bitterly. “And who are you to tell me otherwise? Huh?” I hiss. “Are you my boyfriend? My husband? My keeper? What the fuck are you to me?” Cole watches me silently, and I scoff. “Exactly what I thought. We’re nothing to each other. I’m your employee, and you’re my boss. That’s as far as it will ever go between us.” I state and watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. I pull my arm out of his hold and turn away from him, blinking away the tears that gather in my eyes.

“Shayla…"

“Get out,” I utter with a shake of my head. When he makes no move to leave, I turn around and shove him back. “I said. Get. Out.” I grit out, and he grabs my arms and yanks me against his chest. “I’m going to move on Cole, I will, and the sooner you get used to that idea, the better it is for the both of us. Because I can’t do this with you forever.” I tell him stormily trying to break free from his grasp, but he tightens his hold on me not letting me go.

“Shayla, I’m crazy about you. How the fuck do you expect me to watch you move on with another man?”

“I’m just as crazy about you, Cole, but you’ll do it, just as I’ll be forced to watch you marry and have a child with Sophie. With every piece of my broken heart aching, with every fibre in my body aflame!” I shout, slamming my hands into his chest and pushing him away from me. “That’s how!”

Cole and I glare at one another irately, both our chests rising and falling with every raucous breath we took. Cole takes a step toward me, cups my face in his hands, and looks deeply into my eyes.

“I can’t stand the thought of you loving someone else. It makes me crazy just thinking about him kissing these lips.” He states, brushing his lips over mine before he sucks my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me while he backs me up against the door slowly. “Tasting your skin.” He whispers, running his tongue up my throat. I bite my lip, curling my fingers around his jacket. “Feeling your silky-smooth skin against his fingers…” He breathes, trailing his fingers down my sides, making me quiver. “Smelling your intoxicating scent...” He sighs, burying his face in my neck, inhaling deeply with a guttural moan. Cole lifts me into his arms and walks over to the bed and lays me down on it before he rips his jacket off and tosses it aside. I should have stopped him. And my mind was screaming at me at full throttle to stop, but sweet lord. I could not find a thread of strength to resist him. This man is the devil himself. I fell in love with the fucking devil, he’s got me under his spell, and I can’t escape him, however hard I try.

I watch him as he crawls up on the bed, his eyes on mine while his fingers slide into the elastic of my shorts, and he slides them down my legs, “I lose my mind picturing anyone spreading these legs and eating your perfect pussy…” I gasp and arch up when I feel his mouth on me, and he groans fastly, his large hands on my hips holding me down as he licks leisurely up my slit to the bundle of nerves.

“Cole…”

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