Page 28 of The Accidental Wife

Shayla

“Don’t go.”

I look over at Aimee, who picks up my neatly folded clothes out of my suitcase and tosses them haphazardly on the floor.

I sigh, “Aimee. You think if I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose to stay here?” I tell her while picking up the clothes and tossing them back in the suitcase for the third time. “Cole will be here to pick me up any minute. Will you just help me pack, please.” I pout and give her my best puppy eyes, and she sighs in response.

Jo walks in with another empty box. “Here, I found this in my closet.” I smile gratefully and take it from her and start packing up my perfumes and makeup. “Still can’t believe you’re moving out.”

I nod sadly and look up at the girls, “It's only for six months, and I’ll be right back with you guys. I’m still paying my share of the rent, so don’t go letting my room out to anyone.”

“Of course we won’t. Don’t be silly.” I fasten up the zipper on the suitcase and tape the box. I look around my bedroom one last time and bite my lip.

“I think I have everything I need. I’m leaving some of my things here, so I’ll be back and forth to pick up stuff as and when I need them.” I tell the girls, and they sit on my bed and nod while watching me gather my belongings.

A sound of a horn comes from outside. I walk over and look out the window. Cole pulls up with his black Range Rover Sport. He climbs out of the car, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine shoot, and my mouth waters. He’s wearing a tight black tee-shirt, a pair of light blue, tight-fit ripped jeans that hug his muscular thighs nicely, finished with a pair of black boots. His hair styled perfectly as usual, and a pair of aviator sunglasses shielding away those mesmerising eyes of his.

“My God, he is so fucking gorgeous.” Aimee groans, awe-struck. Cole looks up at my window, and he lowers his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and grins, showing those gorgeous dimples on both his cheeks. I gesture for him to come up, and he nods and walks to the front entrance of the building. “Is he coming up?! Oh, my fuck, I look like shit.” Aimee squeals, running to her bedroom to doll herself up, no doubt. “Tristan Hoult is going to be in our apartment. Holy fucking shit!”

Jo and I laugh at her antics. “Aimee, will you please calm down. He’s just a guy.”

“Excuse me, the hottest guy in the country!” I roll my eyes and walk over to the door when I hear a knock. I can smell his aftershave before I even get to the door. I take a deep breath and open it. He smiles at me and takes his sunglasses off.

“Hey,” I greet him.

“Hey you.” I gesture for him to come in, and he steps into the apartment and drops a kiss on my cheek before he straightens and looks around. “Nice place.” He claims, tucking his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt. I give him a pointed look, and he chuckles. “What, it is.”

“Mhm.” I shake my head and lead him to my bedroom. “I’m almost packed, just have a few things I need to sort out first, then we can go,” I tell him, and he intones a sure in response. When I walk into the bedroom, I see Jo and Aimee sitting on my bed. “Cole, these two are my roommates and my two best friends, that’s Jo,” I introduce, pointing to her, and she gives him a little wave, mumbling a timid ‘hi’ in response. “And that’s Aimee,” I finish, gesturing to Aimee sitting with her legs crossed rather seductively. She smiles up at him sweetly and wags her fingers at him while openly giving him a once over.

“Nice to meet you both girls,” Cole says with a charming smile. I give Aimee a ‘what are you doing’ look from behind Cole, and she shrugs. Good lord, this girl is hopeless.

“Uh, we’ll get out of your way so you can finish packing,” Jo says, pulling Aimee up by the arm. “It was nice meeting you, Cole. Please look after our girl.” She adds as they pass by him.

Cole smiles, nodding his head, “I will, I promise.” The girls leave the room, and as I close the door behind them, I hear Cole laughing while he walks over to my bed and sits down.

“What’s funny?” I ask, picking up various items from around the room and dropping them in the box.

“Your friend Aimee, she’s uh…very full-on.” He expresses, watching me as I move around the room.

I snicker, “Oh yeah, she sure is. She’s our resident man-eater. She means well though. I wouldn’t change her for the world.” Cole grabs my pillow and lays back on my bed. “I think she’s got a little crush on you. Actually—scrap little, she has a very big crush on you,” I explain.

Cole smirks, “You’re the only one that doesn’t, sweetheart.” He says playfully, kicking my bum when I bend over to pick up my shoe.

“And you wonder why,” I reply, slapping his foot away and throwing my stuffed bear at him. “I’m not into egomaniacs.”

Cole scoffs, lifts himself on his elbows on the bed, and gapes at me. “I am not an egomaniac.” He claims affronted. “There’s a very big difference between arrogance and confidence.” Ahh, I hit a nerve. Let’s keep poking.

I frown and shake my head, “And what dare I ask might that difference be?” I say tauntingly, raising my brow. While I smirk at him, Cole narrows his eyes at me and bites into his bottom lip. I shouldn’t have goaded him. I gasp when he catches my wrist and yanks me down on the bed with him. Before I even realised what was happening, he had me pinned down beneath him.

“I’ll happily show the difference.” He burrs, looking into my eyes deeply. I place my hands on his chest to push him off me, but he gathers my arms and pins them above my head. There’s a daring glint in his eyes, and I feel my stomach tie itself into knots as I lay trapped under him. He leans down close to my ear and whispers. “Relax. I’m not going to touch you.”

The heat of his breath against the shell of my ear sent quivers down my spine. My heart was hammering against my ribcage so hard, making it difficult to catch my breath. Cole sweeps his nose along my jawline and back up to my ear again. “I bet I can make you come without even touching you.”

“Cole…” I tried my best to keep my voice firm, but instead, it came out as a breathy whisper.

“Are you brave enough, sweetheart?” He speaks softly, ghosting his lips over mine. I open my eyes and look up at him.

“The girls can walk in and—.”

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