Niccola FairchildThe ride was silent but peaceful. I kept my arms around his waist, feeling his warmth against my body. As soon as we enter the garage, I get off the bike and walk fast to the elevator, but Cole catches up to me. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me to him. His front pressed against my back. I feel his breath against my neck as he speaks. “Calm down,” he whispers, and I shake my head, trying to pull away from him.“Let me go,” I say, but his grip around my body tightens. “No, we need to sort this out,” he says, and I shake my head. I don’t want to sort anything out. “I am not letting you go until we figure this out,” Cole says to me.“There’s nothing to figure out,” I say as I spin around, facing him. “You are married to my mother.” I shout at him as I let go of the helmet, and I smash my fists against his chest. Cole wraps his hands around my wrists, stopping me as he looks me in the eyes. “It was a business deal,” Cole says, and I shake my head. “No, I don’t
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