Chapter 5 - Cole Sutcliffe

Cole Sutcliffe POV

“I really don’t care,” I let out without lifting my eyes from my laptop. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Why did I agree to this? I pinch the bridge of my nose as a headache starts to make its way to torment me.

“But it is your wedding day too,” Monica says, and I let out a breath, trying to control my mood. This woman has the ability to make me lose my shit so easily.

“I told you I don’t fucking care, now leave, and let me work,” I bark at her, and she clicks her tongue as she looks at me, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes meet mine as a sinister smile appears on her lips.

“Okay, now don’t forget we have dinner booked tonight at eight, don’t be late, please, and wear a blue tie so you can match my dress,” Monica adds, and I wave my hand trying to dismiss her.

Acquiring Fairchild Enterprises is becoming harder than I thought it was going to be, and it’s not even for the actual work; it’s for dealing with the woman attached to the company. As soon as Monica leaves my office, I take a deep breath and lean back on my chair, closing my eyes, remembering the best night of my life.

Images of her red hair spread all over the pillow while she moaned for me. Her lips parted while she gasped for air, and her beautiful and hypnotizing green eyes locked on mine while we moved as one. Our bodies fit perfectly together as if we had been made for each other.

The fact that she didn’t care who I was, or the fact that she didn’t even want to know my name, made me feel even more attracted to her. Yes, she could’ve known who I was, but I don’t think she did. She didn’t seem the type of woman to read business magazines or business newspapers.

I am not the type of guy to have occasional sex. In pay for sex. I have the money, and I don’t have the time or patience for women. Flirting with women is not my style. I don’t have time to entertain the fantasies they create after spending one night with me. I learned that the hard way and way too early in life. So from that moment on, I pay for sex. They know what they are there for. For my release. But with her… My siren. She was wild and irreverent, the complete opposite of what I would look for in a woman. And I guess that’s why I can’t forget her.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as she sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt back on.

“I’m no one important, let’s keep it like this, no names, no need for awkward introductions.” She said as she looked at me over her shoulder, and I nodded. The way her green eyes moved up and down as she looked at me made me smile.

She is fucking unforgettable. “Cole, you’re going to be late,” I hear Faith say as she opens the door to my office, and I look at her, raising my eyebrows. And she crosses her arms in front of her chest, and I shake my head.

The day has flown by, and I lost track of time. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” I say, walking past her and placing a small kiss on the top of her head, as Sawyer appears behind her and narrows his eyes at me.

“Go find your own woman, stop kissing mine,” he says as he shakes my hand, and I nod slightly.

“Come here,” Faith says, and I stop to see her pull a navy blue tie out of her pocket, and I curse under my breath. “Stop it, if you don’t wear this, she will be annoying me, and I don’t have the patience for it,” Faith says, and I nod as Sawyer laughs, pulling his wife into his arms.

“I still can’t believe you are going through with it,” Sawyer says as we enter the ballroom, where Monica thought it would be a great idea to have this dinner. Sawyer follows me, accompanied by Faith, and I stop on my tracks when the red-haired goddess who possesses my dreams stands at the bar.

“Is everything okay?” Faith asks, standing next to me, but I ignore her question, keeping my eyes on her… What is she doing here? Today is supposed to be the wedding rehearsal dinner. My heart throws backflips, and I adjust my tie, clearing my throat, walking straight to the bar, ignoring everyone around us.

As I approach her, she turns around, and her beautiful green eyes meet mine, and they widen in shock. She looks around the room and grips my arm, pulling me aside, but I don’t move. “What are you doing here?” She whisper-yells, and I can’t help but chuckle. She’s asking me what I'm doing here?

“Darling, you could have come and said hello. I wanted to do the introductions, but I see you both met,” Monica says, and I turn my head to look at her as the red-haired siren does the same with her mouth wide open.

“Niccola, this is Cole, my husband,” Monica says, and she nods slightly, moving her eyes from Monica to me. “Cole, this is my daughter Niccola. She has been working very hard organising our wedding,” Monica says, and I swear I feel like someone just punched me in the stomach.

“Nice to meet you,” Niccola says, offering me her hand to shake. I extend mine, and she offers me a fake smile. Even though I don't know her, I know that smile is fake.