“The girls can walk in and—.”Cole smirks, and his gaze drifts down to my lips, “Let them.” He murmurs, his voice deep and smooth. “Answer my question, yes or no.”Say no, say no!I curse the stupid, stubborn girl inside of me that refuses to give him the satisfaction of being right. “Yes,” I say before I can stop myself. FuckCole smiles lazily and licks his lips, his eyes on mine. “That’s my girl.” He mouths, shifting so he was directly on top of me. He pushes my legs apart using his right knee and laces his fingers with mine, pressing his forehead to mine. His thigh comes up in between my legs. I swallow hard, and my mouth suddenly goes dry when I feel his breath on my throat, “Do you remember that night we spent together in Vegas, sweetheart?”“Yes,”“Do you remember what I whispered in your ear in the elevator?” He groans in my ea

“Ow, shit!”I jump out of bed and rush over to Shayla’s bedroom when I hear a crash and her shout.“Shayla? You okay?” I call out, knocking on the door. I listen out for her, and when I don’t hear an answer, I open the door and walk inside. I find her sitting on the floor in the dark, holding her foot surrounded by glass. She looks up at me and blinks surprised when I turn the light on. “What have you done? Are you hurt?”She takes her Airpod out of her ear. “Huh?”“I asked if you were okay?” She bites her lip and nods, glancing at the broken lamp on the floor.“Oh, uh, I’m okay. I broke your lamp though. I’m still trying to get used to my surroundings. I’m so sorry.” She hisses and looks down at her foot. “I’ll replace it.” I roll my eyes and walk into her bedroom, careful not to step on any broken glass.“Jesus Shay

“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

“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

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. &