I lay her down on the bed, and she leans up on her elbows looking at me through her lashes, she lifts her foot, still in her heels, and presses it to my chest as I was about to crawl over her. She sits up and scoots closer to me. Our eyes locked, she reaches up, unbuckles my belt and tugs it off, tossing it aside before she brushes her finger up the length of my cock tantalizingly slow. I hiss and close my eyes, tilting my head back when my cock aches under her touch. Such a simple motion, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. “Shayla.” I moan, biting my lip as she continues to touch me teasingly. I watch her closely while she unbuttons my trousers and tugs my zipper down before she leans in and licks up my stomach, her tongue trailing along the outline of my abs. “Oh, baby.” I brush my fingers through her silky hair, and she slides my trousers down my legs, her nails raking up the back of my thighs, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body.

“I’ll eagerly accept the kiss but not your money.” He whispers leaning in. I wrap my arms around his neck, draw his lips to mine for a soft, lingering peck on his lips. I pull back a little and look up at him, and he smiles, eyes still closed. “Mm more.” He groans, sealing our lips again and kissing me with so much passion my toes curl.I’m in so much trouble with this boy. After a few minutes of kissing, I walk into the ensuite bathroom to have a quick shower and get dressed.Twenty minutes later, Cole and I joined his parents at the dining table for breakfast. “Good morning.” I greet before taking my seat beside Cole.“Good morning dear, did you sleep well?” Coles father asks, folding up the newspaper he was reading and setting it on the side.Cole and I share a little look, and he smile’s nodding. “We slept very well.”“Have you seen the photos of the two of you

“Tristan Cole Hoult, are you trying to get me drunk?” Shayla giggles as I pour us another glass of white wine.I shake my head chuckling, “No, not at all.” I declare feigning innocence, and she narrows her eyes at me sceptically. “Besides, a couple of bottles of wine isn’t going to get us that drunk. I don’t think anything will top how drunk we were the night we met.”Shayla groans with a smile shaking her head, “Oh my god, don’t remind me. I was hungover for three days straight. I will never drink that much ever again.” She says, putting her glass down and lays back, staring up at the star-filled sky with a sigh. I couldn’t even tell you what time it was; we’ve been sitting up on the top deck of the yacht just talking and drinking wine and eating a cheese board. I lay down beside Shayla, and we gaze up at the stars together. She looks over at me when I feed her a grape and smiles. “Tel

Shayla bites her lip and nods, “Yes, you can, just focus on me.” She whispers, looking into my eyes. I lick my lips and reach over to brush my thumb along her jaw. “You get one kiss, make it count.” She states, staring into my eyes, the warmth she usually has in her eyes when she looks at me disappeared, and she stares at me vacantly.“I’m not going to waste a kiss from you on the likes of her,” I say, pressing my lips to the corner of her mouth. “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper and drop a kiss on her forehead. Shayla nods, and we stand up. I drop some cash on the table, wrap my arm around Shayla’s shoulder, and we leave the café. I can feel Sophie's glare as I pass by her without so much as a glance, focussing all my attention on the one girl who actually deserves it.Just when things were going so great for us, we took a giant step back, and things have been strained between us since we got ba

I brush my fingers over his face printed on the gravestone, “Am I really so unlovable? What is wrong with me? Why does everyone find it so easy just to toss me aside and walk away from me?” I hiccup, shaking my head. “I’m so mad at myself because I knew this would happen, but I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.” I laugh bitterly and wipe away my tears. “I deserve this. I deserve to feel this way because I’m stupid. I should have walked away from him that day, but I couldn’t. I should walk away now, but I can’t because my heart and my pride won’t let me.” I whimper dejectedly closing my eyes. “Oh, Daddy, what am I going to do?” I felt a chill run down my spine when I lay my head on the dirt and sob until I was all cried out. “I miss you so much,” I admit my voice breaking. “Thank you for listening to me, and I know you’re probably very disappointed in me and what a mess I&rsq