Page 139 of The Accidental Wife

“Listen to this. Tristan and Shayla’s whirlwind romance has us all at the edge of our seats. Their surprise marriage and the especially shocking news of a sudden divorce—six months after they got hitched—had us all wondering what had gone wrong between our beloved sweethearts? On the day Tristan was supposed to marry Sophie Turner, Shayla was seen racing toward the church to stop the wedding. It was unlike anything I have ever witnessed in all my years as a journalist. Shayla and Tristan were seen running amuck trying to find one another, only missing each other by mere minutes. When they finally found one another, they raced through the crowd, and Shayla leapt into Tristan’s arms, where they declared their love for one another without a care who was watching. *sigh* What a romance. We’re all waiting, praying, and anticipating another wedding announcement to follow their reconciliation. Click the video below to witness the moment everyone is going bananas about.” Aimee read with a grin, and I cover my face with my hands.

“Oh, Jesus. They filmed the whole thing?” I ask mortified, my voice muffled behind my hand.

Jo pulls my hands back, and they show me the video. “Yes, look. It’s better than any rom-com movie I have ever seen, Shayla. People are going crazy over it.” She gushes, and I take the tablet and watch the video with a smile. “Hashtag team Cayla baby!” I laugh when they both jump on top of me.

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A coupleof weeks fly by, and before we knew it, it was three days before our wedding. I giggle and slap Coles wandering hand away from where it was creeping up my thigh under my skirt. “Ow! What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his hand with a playful pout. I give him a pointed look arching a brow at him, and he sighs.

“What did we agree? No sex before the wedding night.”

“Yeah, but I don’t remember agreeing to no touching or kissing.” He grumbles, biting his lip and smirking at me with a naughty glint in his eyes. “Let me fondle you, just a little?” Cole groans, leaning in close, and I look into his eyes and lick my lips alluringly while leaning in also.

“A little?” I whisper, and he nods, looking at my lips ravenously.

“Mhm, a teeny weenie bit.” He breathes, ghosting his lips over mine, and I moan.

“Hey!” We jump apart when we hear Aimee shout from behind us, hands on her hips, glaring at us both. “That’s not a metre apart.” She scolds, and Cole curses, rolling his eyes.

“Jesus! Where is your boyfriend…Josh?!” Cole calls out to Josh, who walks out of Aimee’s bedroom, buttoning up his shirt.

“What?”

“Can you not keep your girl entertained for more than ten minutes?” He says, widening his eyes. Josh chuckles and shrugs. “There’s some major cock blockage going on over here, bro. I had her man. I was so close!”

“You said, ten minutes. Your time is up, bro. I got mine.”

I laugh, blushing furiously when Josh looks at me, shaking his head. Aimee gasps and smacks Josh upside the head. “Why you little…we’re you distracting me so he could get into her pants?” Josh smiles sheepishly at her.

“Ow, it’s his fault. He bribed me with a new car,” Josh complains, rubbing his head.

Aimee glares at him, “Listen, you two, I’m just doing my maid of honour duties, no nookie till you get married.” She croons, turning around and walking out of my bedroom. “You have three more days. You’ll thank me when you have the best orgasm in your lives.”

Cole rolls his eyes and looks at me; he stretches his leg out and kicks the door shut. “Cole, she’ll only come back.”

“Baby, just one kiss… please .” He pleads, giving me the most adorable look I’ve ever seen. I smile as he leans in close, and just as his lips are about to touch mine, I get up, and he falls forward face-first into the mattress. I laugh when he growls and looks at me insatiably.

“Oh, you’re playing dirty, Shayla Hart.”

“No rule-bending, baby,” I tell him with a sugary smile, and he groans, watching me as I walk to the door, his eyes on my bum.

“Fine,” He grouses, “But don’t complain on the night when I don’t last longer than three minutes. You’ve only got yourself to blame when I’m laying as a happy sally relieved and you’re still unsatisfied.” I look back at him as I reach for the doorknob, and he smirks at me cheekily.

“You would never,” I gasp and quirk a brow as I stroll over to him. I watch as his eyes light up when I lean forward close to his face. “If that instance does occur, you best believe I have many many ways of getting mine, baby.”

Cole’s eyes look over my face, and he bites his lip, “Oh yeah, do tell?”

I lick my lips slowly and lock my gaze with his as I trail my finger down the side of his face. “This may just be a pretty face to most, but it’s myseat, and you best believe I’ll be riding it till I’m crying out your name over and over again,” I tell him, and he groans throatily, swallowing hard.

“By all means, hop right on...” He whispers, brushing his nose over mine. “I’m going to ravish you.” He growls impatiently while sliding his hands up my thighs under my skirt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days.” I pucker up my lips and blow him a kiss as I pull away.

“You better.” I purr with a wink as I walk to the door, deliberately swaying my hips while he watches my bum avidly.

“Christ, Shayla.” He mumbles as I walk away and falls back on the bed with a frustrated sigh.

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Back in the kitchen,the girls and I discussed the bachelor/bachelorette parties, and Aimee suggested we go to a Magic Mike show.

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