Chapter 8 - Cole Sutcliffe

Cole Sutcliffe

Watching Niccola leave is one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. I had to watch her leave me one more time, and this time for good. I sit back down as Monica’s hand rests on my arm, and I move it with one swift movement. I can’t stand her touch, especially after feeling Niccola’s once more. I have dreamt about that moment for days. And now I know I can’t have her. I don’t have a way out of this. I thought I could.

“Smile, darling, people are starting to notice,” Monica says, and I stare at her in disbelief.

“I am not going to entertain this any longer,” I say, and her eyes meet mine as her eyebrows raise and she offers me a cold smile.

“That’s where you’re wrong, darling, the contract is very clear, you either marry me, or you lose everything,” Monica says, and I close my eyes for a split second. I need to get this contract overturned, but right now I can’t do anything. I can’t risk losing my company, my money, everything I have worked so hard to build and accomplish.

“Excuse me,” I say, standing up, doing the buttons of my jacket, and walking away from Monica. I can’t stand being next to her one more minute. I walk out of the venue, leaving everyone and everything behind. I stood in the middle of the street looking around, and then it clicked. The other girl. I walk back inside, looking from side to side, and she is nowhere to be seen.

“She’s at the Plaza,” I hear someone say, and I turn around to find the girl I saw with Niccola earlier. “Look, I don’t know what your plan is, but I would recommend you stay away from Nicco,” she adds, and I nod slightly.

“What room?” I ask, and she inhales deeply, closing her eyes for a split second, and when they open and meet mine, I know I am about to be dealing with some girl code bullshit, and I don’t have time for this. I need to see her one more time.

“411,” she says, and I nod, walking away. I need to get to Niccola and make her see I don’t stand a chance now. I wish I did. I will make this go away, but I need some time. Getting to the plaza felt like forever, but once I was standing in front of her room, I felt like a teenage boy trying to ask his first crush out on a date.

I move my hands up and down my trousers, trying to clear them from the sweat I feel they are drenched in. I lift my hand and leave it there for a second before gathering the courage to knock on the door, and when Niccola opens the door, I feel like everything else around us has just disappeared.

“What are you doing here?” She asks. Her eyes are bloodshot red, her face puffy, and I feel like the biggest asshole in the world. I caused this. I am an asshole, but I wasn’t trying to be with her.

“Can I come in?” I ask, trying to be polite. Niccola’s eyes meet mine, and I see it there; she doesn’t want me near her. I can see the disgust, the loss of trust. Trust. How could she trust me? She doesn’t even know me.

“No,” she says, crossing her arms in front of her perfect, round breasts.

“Niccola…” I start, but she raises a hand, cutting me off. The way her body moves and how she looks is like a vision of heaven for me. I would burn the fucking world for this woman. She is everything I never knew I wanted in a woman.

“I am not interested in what you have to say. That night was a mistake, today was a mistake, you are getting married to my mother…” she says, and then she laughs lightly, closing her eyes, and when they meet mine again, I see the fire in them I saw that night. “My mother, of all people, maybe I should call you daddy now,” she tells me.

I am done with this brattiness of hers. I take one step closer to her, shortening our distance, but she doesn’t move; she stays still, just watching me, challenging me. “You can call me whatever you want, but if daddy is one of your kinks, I am here for it,” I say before I pull her to me and close the distance between us, locking our lips with a kiss.

Niccola tries to fight me off in the beginning, but soon after she gives in, she allows herself to enjoy the kiss like I am enjoying. Her entire body melts against mine as I move us inside the room, closing the door with my foot behind us. I don’t need any witnesses for what I am about to do to this woman once our bodies hit the bed.