“Shayla?” I stare at the front door to the house I grew up in, my heart beating up in my throat. “Shayla.” I blink and look over at Cole, who was standing beside me, watching me with a frown. “It’s going to be okay.” He assures me, and I inhale a deep breath to calm my nerves. He turns me so I could face him, and he brushes his hands down my arms supportively. “I’ll be right there if you need me, okay?” I nod and turn to face the door. I slide my key in the lock and hesitate until I feel Cole’s fingers lace with mine and his soft lips on my temple. I glance up at him, and he nods encouragingly. Unlocking the door, I walk into my childhood home with Cole behind me. It’s quiet, but I can hear the faint sound of the tv coming from the living room.
I close the door, and I walk through the corridor toward the living room. “Mum? Sam?” I call out when I see the living room was empty, but the tv was o
“I’m fine, sweetheart.”“Cole, you’re bleeding.” I tilt his head up and take a closer look at his busted lip.“I’m okay.” He assures me with a smile. I stand up and look over at Sam.“Have you completely lost your mind?!” I scold him, and he glares down at Cole and then back at me.“No, but he fucking has! I don’t give a fuck how rich you are! You think you can come in and disrespect me in my own home?”“He’s my husband, Sam!” I shout, and he walks over to me.“And I’m your fucking brother! I’m your blood!” He shouts back, grasping my arm.“I don’t care!” I rip my arm out of his hold. “You had no right to hit him. You’re pissed off with me, I get it, but you don’t fucking touch him. What the hell is wrong with you?!”“Enough! Both of you.” Sam and I s
“Hey, look at me.” He lifts my head so I could look up at him. “They will. I will do everything in my power to make that happen. I’ll throw the biggest fucking wedding this world has ever seen if that’s what it takes.” He tells me, pulling me against him. “I’ll lay my entire fortune at their feet if I have to. It killed me watching you fall to your knees at your mother’s feet like that.” He says, pressing his forehead to mine.I sniffle, “I can’t lose my family; they’re all I have.” Cole brushes his fingers through my hair and pulls back to look at me.“You’re not going to, trust me.” He whispers gazing into my eyes.I nod, “I do.” I look at his lip and notice it’s still bleeding, and I reach up and brush my thumb over it gently, and he closes his eyes. “Your lip, it's swollen.”“I’ll live.” He says and smil
“Shayla. Will you please come over here?” I ask for the umpteenth time and watch as she stubbornly shakes her head, arms crossed over her chest. “There is nothing to be afraid of, I promise,” I assure her, but she still shakes her head eyeing Casper— my all-white stallion sceptically.“No. I can’t, I’m scared.” She mutters with a shrug.“Honey, it's just for a photoshoot. I’ll be right there with you.” I assure her, walking over to her. She lifts her gaze to mine and scowls. “People are looking, come on,” I add quietly, and she rolls her eyes.“Why do we have to do this photo shoot anyway?” She huffs, brushing her fingers through her perfectly styled hair.“Because people are curious and want to know who I married. If we don’t put something out there, they will just keep digging and chasing us around. Is what you want? To be hounded by the paparazzi
I laugh poking her sides, and she jumps giggling. “Stop corrupting my stallion, you little minx.”She grins at me playfully, slapping my hands away when I try and tickle her, “He’s my stallion now.”‘Your stallion is right here, baby.’ I want to whisper in her ear. Instead, I bury my nose into her hair and inhale her scent. “Steady girl. You have a lot to learn still before you can ride him solo.” She pouts and continues to pet him. “We better get back to the shoot. I promised them we’d be back in fifteen minutes.” I explain, and she nods disappointed. “Hold on tight.” She grips the reins and leans back against me. I whistle, and Casper takes off again, galloping through the trail back to where we left the photographers.“Hooo,” I say, pulling the reins, and Casper slows as we reach the set for the shoot. I look over at Veronica, the Editor-in-Chief of the magazine. &
“What?! Lord Hoult doesn’t know how to cook and wants me to teach him?” She drawls mockingly. “No way.” She places her hand over her heart and fans herself dramatically. “Oh, be still my heart.”I laugh heartily, reach over, and squeeze her face till her lips pucker up. “You are going to be the death of me.” I joke, she smacks my hand away and grins back at me.“The weather is amazing, how do you put the top down.” She says, looking around for the button to put the top down to the car.“It’s the blue button. Aren’t you worried about your hair getting messed up?” I ask, and she laughs shaking her head.“No! Are you kidding me? What better feeling is there than having the wind in your hair on a hot summer afternoon.”“Air con,” I utter dryly, while she pushes the button, and the top to my Maserati convertible opens.“Loosen u
One kiss.Just one kiss. That’s it. It’s no big deal, you’ve kissed before. Just breathe Shayla.I look into Cole’s eyes as he tilts my head up gently, he brushes his fingers through my hair and steps closer. I instinctively lick my lips as he leans closer. His lips hover over mine for less than a second, but at that moment, it felt like an eternity till his lips brush over mine. My eyes slid shut, and I fight the urge to moan when he presses his lips to mine with the feeblest pressure, before his tongue trails along my bottom lip—wordlessly requesting access-- which I grant him by parting my lips. Cole’s fingers curl into my hair, drawing my mouth against his a little firmer, deepening the kiss, his tongue expertly seeking out my own. When I brush my tongue over his own-- he moans, a deep throaty moan that hums through me and sucks my tongue gently. It was my turn to moan, butterflies explode in my stomach when he pulls back and suc
“Hell no!” I reply after swallowing my water he smiles and nods.“No baby, sorry to disappoint.” He says with a smirk, “The thing I wanted to discuss with you was uh, well, Shayla’s family would like to meet you and Dad. Her mother was terribly upset that we eloped, she feels she got robbed of seeing her daughter get married with the wedding and the white dress, which is understandable, of course.”Elaine Hoult looks at her son unimpressed a deadpan look on her face. “Why yes, Tristan, I completely understand where her mother is coming from because I also feel very robbed of seeing my only son get married.”“So, you’ll meet them then?” He asks hopeful, and I just watch them wolfing down a couple of doughnuts.Elaine sighs, “Yes, we will meet them. On one condition.” She leans over and looks at me, stuffing my face with doughnuts and wrinkles her nose in distaste. “Ar
“Still not getting any better at this lying thing, babe.” He says and sniffles, his eyes watering as he chops the onion.“Well, if you’re going to cry about it. Fine, I’ll place you after the view. You’re not so bad to look at I suppose.” I tease with an exaggerated eye roll. He throws his head back and laughs while sniffling.“My fucking eyes!” I lean over him and wipe the tears that roll down his face. He drops a quick kiss on my nose, and I glare at him mischievously. We spent the rest of the hour and a half dancing around the kitchen to various songs, feeding each other food, and flirtatiously touching as we pass by each other.Cole was currently chasing me around the kitchen with a lobster he found in the fridge. “Cole, don’t! I swear to God I will hurt you!” I yelp running around the island as he chases me.“Oh, come on, this little guy needs love too. It’s just ador