Page 62 of The Accidental Wife

Cole smiles and nods, “Is that right? Care to make it interesting?”

I peer up at him and nod with a shrug, “Let's.”

Cole places his club over his shoulder and rubs his chin, “Okay, name your terms?”

I look at him thoughtfully and bite my lip, “If I win, we end the agreement end of this month.” Cole throws his head back and laughs.

“Why did I know you were going to say that.” He tells me arrogantly, and I arch my brow at him challengingly.“Okay deal. If you win, you can back out of the agreement early.” He licks his lips with a boyish smile.

“Great, your terms.”

Cole rubs his jaw, his eyes on mine for a long moment. “If I win, I get to kiss you whenever I want for a whole week.”

I stare at him, and he stares back. I shake my head. “Cole, no.”

“Why not?” He questions, smirking at me daringly. “I’m agreeing to let you break our agreement earlier than planned, and all I’m asking for is a kiss.”

I scoff and shake my head, “No, you’re asking for trouble. And you’re not asking for just a kiss. You’re asking for a week of kisses.” I huff, and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s a fair trade, in my opinion. However, if you’re too much of a wuss, we can just forget the bet and carry on as we were.” He suggests swinging his club while looking at me, a little smile on his face. He was goading me, and I knew it. My mother always told me that my stubbornness and competitiveness would get me into trouble one day. I wish I would have listened.

“You’re on,” I agree, and Cole grins and nods in response. He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. We shake on it and carry on with our game. I could do this. I watch as Cole steps up to take his turn. I slide my jacket off and drop it on the floor. If he wants to play dirty— so will I. Lifting my arms, I stretch with an audible moan. I was in a white, low-cut crop top and a pair of faded low-rise jeans, so when I stretched my top rises to give him a glimpse of my lacy white bra. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eye, so I bite my lip and roll my neck.

I hear Cole clear his throat, and I open my eyes and watch as he takes his shot, and it just misses the hole and rolls into a bush. “Oh dear, looks like you missed. You should keep your eyes on the ball.” I tease and saunter past him to fish out my ball from the water.

He grins, watching me. “I prefer to keep my eyes on the prize.” He replies charmingly—smooth bastard.

I resist the urge to smile and drop my ball and line up my shot. I glance over at Cole, watching me intently. He puckers up his lips and blows me a kiss. With a roll of my eyes, I turn my attention back to my ball. I hit it and watch as it rolls and bounces off the wall and rolls toward the hole. I hold my breath as it gets closer and closer and finally drops into the hole. “Yes!” I cheer, jumping up and down. I wave at him as I move to the next course. Cole smiles, licking his lips. He shakes his head and fishes his ball out of the bushes before he hits it and drops it perfectly in the hole.

“That was a good shot,” I smirk at him as he walks over to me, and I turn to watch the couple in front of us take their shots to see if there’s a special technique involved that I could use. I drop my ball on the floor and line up the shot.

“What can I say? I’m exceptionally good when it comes to playing with balls.” I smile suggestively, and Cole’s smile grows into a full-on grin while he looks at me. I meet his gaze, and he bursts into a fit of laughter. I giggle and hit him with my club while he leans over, hands on his knees, laughing with gusto.

“Oh,” He straightens, still chuckling, “I have so many good remarks to that comment, but I’ll let you off this time, sweetheart.” I roll my eyes and take my position to line up my shot. “Mm, this one looks tricky. Don’t miss.” He leans over and whispers near my ear. I nudge him away with my shoulder and take my shot.

I miss.

I look over my shoulder when I hear Cole laugh. I watch as he hits the ball effortlessly, and it lands in the hole. He looks at me, licks his forefinger, holds it up, and points at himself.

Arrogant little shit.

It went like this for a while, he would distract me, I’d miss, I would distract him, he’d miss. We are currently at the last two courses going head to head. Cole steps up to take his shot while I eat my ice cream cone. He lifts his gaze to look at me while I seductively lick the ice cream, deliberately getting it all over my lip so I could wipe it off with my finger and suck it while looking into his eyes.

Cole watches me intently. His Adam's apple jumps up in his throat when he swallows. I wink at him, and he shakes his head, smiling knowingly, and takes his shot. It lands in the hole. As he walks over to me, I watch him take my hand holding the ice cream, he brings it to his mouth and licks, his eyes locked with mine. “Mm, not bad, but I think I prefer my ice cream melted as a topping on you.” It was my turn to swallow hard. Damn him.

I slide my hand out of his, leaving him with the ice cream, and walk over to take my shot. Come on, Shayla, you got this. Focus! I avoid looking at him while I concentrate on lining up my shot. I hit it and watch as it goes under the rock and rolls toward the hole. Come on…come on… It drops in the hole. “YES!” I yelp and dance around.

Cole smiles and bites his lip as we pick up our balls and walk to the next course. “Final hole.” He says and drops his ball on the floor. I look at the course and frown.

“Wait, is the hole in that weird roulette thing?” I ask, looking at Cole, and he shakes his head.

“No, it’s a final score, so you hit the ball, and it goes into that roulette spinner, and whatever number you land on gets added to your final point.”

“Oh.” I frown and nod. “Well, that sounds easy enough. What’s the score so far?” I ask, looking at the scorecard in his hand.

“Fifty-forty-eight.” He says and smiles. “Close game, this is where we leave it up to fate.”

I nod and sigh, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous, “Okay, I’ll go first.” I drop my ball and exhale slowly. I say a quick prayer in my head and hit the ball. Cole and I watch the ball spin and spin and spin till it finally lands on number five. “I got five. That puts me up to fifty-three.” Cole nods as I step aside, and he prepares to take his shot. I watch the look on his face. He stares at his ball for a drawn-out second and finally hits it.

We both lean over and watch the ball spin around and around. I hold my breath as we watch the ball slow and finally drop…

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