Page 55 of The Accidental Wife

“I’m not being a tease. I just said no. I’m not interested. Take the hint.” I jeer, narrowing my eyes at him, and he licks his lips.

“What you got a boyfriend or something?” He questions, rubbing his jaw while openly checking me out.

“No, she has a husband, though.” I turn around when I see Cole standing behind me, his eyes fixed angrily on the guy leering at me.

“Oh, my bad, I didn’t see no ring.” He says, looking at Cole, who lifts my hand, looks at the diamond ring on my finger, and back at the guy.

“Can’t really miss it, mate.” He hisses darkly. “Leave.” The brunette holds his hands up and walks away. Cole spins me around so I could look at him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him with a frown, and he narrows his eyes at me, licking his lips.

“Looking for my wife.” He replies, his tone serious.

I roll my eyes and take a step back from him. “Your wife? How did you find me? Did Josh tell you where I was?”

He nods, “Yes, he did. He said you’ve had quite a few cocktails, and your phone is off. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I shrug, “Josh needs to mind his own business. I’m fine, as you can see. You can be on your way now.” I say and turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back again.

“He’s doing his job. When your safety is in question, it most definitely is his business,” Cole explains gravely while staring into my eyes. “Why are you ignoring my calls and messages? Have I done something to upset you?”

I laugh resentfully and a little drunkenly. “I don’t know, Cole, have you?”

Cole continues to stare at me, “Shayla...”

I pull my arm out of his hold and stagger a little, “What? Shayla, what, Cole?” I brush my fingers through my hair. I sigh, annoyed, trying my best to avoid his gaze.

“What is up with you?” He snaps hotly, taking hold of my shoulders, lifting my gaze to his.

I pull my face out of his grasp, “Nothing!”

“Bullshit, don’t fucking lie to me!” He bellows over the loud music. We glare at each other in the middle of the dance floor, other couples around us dancing heatedly with one another. “We’re leaving.” He states, lacing his fingers with mine. I shake my head and pull my hand back. He looks down at his hand and back up at me again, scowling.

“No, let’s stay! Come on, dance with me.” I yank him closer. “Maybe you can give me that fuck you promised me in a dark corner, hm? What do you say, baby? You need me, right?” I purr seductively, taunting him while running my hands over his chest. Cole bites his lip, staring at me furiously before he wraps his fingers around my wrists and grips them tight. I lean up close, so my lips brush over him as I speak. “Come on, you promised me a fuck I’d never forget, right?” I whisper hotly, and he lifts his head, his green eyes looking around the club, his jaw clenching tight before he looks at me again.

“Shayla, stop it. What has gotten into you?” He glowers at me. I shrug and pull away from him.

“I’m giving you what you want, Cole,” I tell him simply, and he frowns, his eyes looking over my face questioningly.

“And what’s that, Shay?”

“A fuck!” I shout angrily, and he looks around when people dancing next to us hear my outburst. He glares at them, and they look away. I laugh bitterly.

“Christ, Shay.” He hisses, turning his hot gaze to mine again. “You’re drunk. We’re going home.”

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Cole closes his eyes, shoving his fingers through his hair irritated. I gasp when he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up against him.

“You have two choices, sweetheart, you either walk out of this club with me like a good girl, or I will throw you over my shoulder, and fucking carry you out. One way or the other, you’re coming home with me. Do you understand?” Cole growls angrily.

“You don’t tell me what to do! Why the fuck would I go anywhere with you?” I question stormily while scowling up at him, and he bites his lip.

“Why? Because you’re clearly upset about something and we’re going to talk about it,” He answers, pulling me through the crowd. I see Aimee, who watches me as Cole guides me through the club. I roll my eyes, shrugging, and she makes a heart shape with her fingers and gives me an encouraging nod. We walk out of the club toward Cole's car. I pull my hand out of his and cross them over my chest. Cole stops and looks at me. “Shayla, get in the car.”

I stare ahead and shake my head. Childish, I know, but I really didn’t want to go anywhere with him. “You’re wasting your time. There is nothing to talk about.”

Cole walks over to me; he looks around and pinches the bridge of his nose before he lifts his gaze to me again.

“Shayla, it’s clear you’re pissed off about something. Now, are you going to be that mature girl I know and talk about it, or are you going to keep acting like a petulant child?” He glowers at me, and I chuckle, averting my gaze so he wouldn’t notice the anger in my eyes. He holds my jaw and turns my face to his again. “What did I do?”

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