“It’s a private tour, so it’s just us,” Cole tells me as he leads me up the steps. I nod in understanding and see a table for two on the top deck. “I hope you’re hungry.”I’m starving.” I smile and take a seat when he pulls the chair out for me. “Thank you.” I look around the boat. It was so beautiful and romantic. The boat starts to pull away from the marina, while we wait for the food, we drink wine, and I listen to Cole talk about the buildings as we pass by them. I love how passionate he is about his work. It’s honestly so endearing.Cole stops talking when he notices me watching him, “Now who’s looking at whom like a puppy that wants to be petted?” I smile and shrug.“I love listening to you talk about architecture. You speak so passionately about it you can’t help but feel engrossed.” I tell him earnestly, and he smiles warmly at me and takes my hand

“I love that you are my baby.” I drawl and stop walking. I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her waist and lean down, I kiss her deeply. Shayla moans pushing up on her toes so she could reach me better, her arms circle around my neck and she kisses me ardently. One hand comes up behind her head, and the other brushes her hair away from her face while we continue to kiss. We sit on the sand, Shayla sitting in between my legs, my arms around her, lips dropping soft, loving kisses along the side of her face. She’s smiling; her eyes closed while her fingers play with mine. “I wish I had realised how I felt about you sooner,” I admit pressing my lips to her temple. “What I feel for you is something so new to me, Shayla,” I add and she opens her eyes and lifts her eyes to look at me.“You said you were in love before.” She states, her eyes searching mine. I shake my head and brush a strand of her hair away from her face.

“Mm, maybe a quick one then.” I groan and lift her into my arms. I carry her to the bed and lay her down on it before I crawl up, and she pulls me down by my chain and kisses me hot and hungry. The quick sex session ended up lasting for forty-five minutes, however hard I tried too we just couldn’t stop, and we got utterly lost in one another and had to rush to get ready for the meeting. Luckily, the Arabs were running late, and we had time to catch up before the meeting. “They might request more floors, so I thought we could go wider here, what do you think?” I suggest, and Shayla looks at the tablet, her eyes narrowed she nods.“That will work, we could add a shaft right here, and that should improve the stability.” She replies, nibbling on her pencil. I watch her, and she lifts her gaze to mine and smirks. “What?”“I love you,” I whisper leaning to kiss her, but she presses the pencil to my forehead an

Oh, God. He’s engaged. He’s engaged to her.While I stood there, frozen, looking into the apologetic eyes of the man I love, something inside of me died. I wanted to hit the floor. My knees threateningly shook as if they were about to give away on me. My vision blurs as I stare into his eyes before I shake my head and hurry down the steps of the plane and run away as fast I could. How many times am I going to keep letting him hurt me before I finally give up?“Shayla?!” I hear him shouting my name from behind me, but I ignore him and keep running till I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, he pulls me back against his chest. “Shay, please, let me explain.” He pants, pushing his forehead to the back of my head. I pull away, jerking my hand out of his hold as if his touch burned me before I turn to face him.“Explain what? Huh? What are you going to explain Cole? How you conveniently forgot to tell me you’re engaged t

“No, she’s not.”“Aimee don’t lie to me. I just want to talk to her.” He says pleadingly, and I feel my heart aching.“She’s not here!” Aimee snaps hotly, and I can imagine her glaring at him menacingly.“You’re lying, her bags right there. Shayla?!”“Haven’t you done enough?!” Aimee shouts angrily. “I have never in all my years of friendship with that girl, seen her this broken!”“Aimee, I love her.”“Then let her go, Cole. If you genuinely love her, like you say you do, let her go, because you’re no good for her. She’s a fucking wreck, and I don’t even know where or how we’re going to help her pick the pieces this time.”“Please let me see her, just for a second.” He begs wretchedly, and I whimper unable to control the sob that escapes me.“You hear that? That&