[Cole]
"You're not looking to lock me up and hold me captive here as your permanent sex slave, are you?" she asked with a snigger, turning around and balling up against me after my dick had softened and I slid out of her.
Our eyes met. Nothing came out of me. She raised an eyebrow expectantly. I searched for the words to answer her question, not knowing the answer myself.
Calling me back to myself, the sound of a ringing phone made me look away.
"Saved by the bell," I said, grabbing the phone and using the phone call as an excuse to get some distance between us. Charming. Graceful. Seductive. Confident. That was the Cole I needed to show her. Not whatever the fuck was going on with me. "Hello Harmon," I answered.
Again. Again. Again. The voice in my head insisted. How was it possible to want someone so much when I already fucked her several times over?
"Your favourite person just arrived on the island," Harmon said drily, clearly tired of having this conversation with me.
"She what?" I snapped, freezing on the spot after hearing the news.
My raised voice caught Brianna's attention. I smiled at her reassuringly from across the room.
Fuck me, why now?
Didn't she get that I had a private island to get away from her? I needed a restraining order.
"What do you want me to do with Sandra, Cole?" Harmon asked, instantly killing my impending boner.
"The usual. Stall until she leaves," I said, ending the call with a bored sigh.
When I made it back to the bed, I went in for a kiss like it was the most natural thing. Apparently it wasn't because Brianna pulled away. The rejection stung a lot more than the ones before we started fucking. It irked me, but I had bigger concerns.
The change was no longer looming. It had occurred. Harmon may be able to stall Sandra, but Brianna was done being detained.
"My stay on Cupid's Isle ends today," she said, a bite to her tone. "It's time for me to leave."
With that, she got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Miss Chase—" I began, a threat on my tongue.
Only a deal was a deal. She more than held up her end. I couldn't ask for more. Could I?
"Brianna's fine," she called out without looking back.
Fuck me, what the hell was that?
I knew an angry woman when I saw one. Wanting to leave was one thing. This was something else. She all but fled my bed. The mood swings that had been absent for the past two days made a comeback with a vengeance.
For the life of me, I couldn't understand why.
What did I do to piss her off?
[Bianca]
"So stupid! What was I thinking, coming here in her place? Oh it's just a vay-cay. Ha! Brianna's life sucks! I'm not Brianna. I don't do things like this," I mumbled to myself on the way to the elevator.
"Wait, wait, wait," Cole called out to me, managing to jam his hand between the elevator doors at the last second. "You want to talk? Let's talk," he floundered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Cole Hunter wasn't supposed to be… this. Especially after how he got me into his bed. After the drama with Macy and then Shaun, I was primed for a fuck. All he had to do was ask at that point. No deals needed. Was it fucked up that I found him threatening me with assault charges hot?
Knowing he wanted my pussy so badly that he was willing to blackmail me turned me on beyond reason. Sure, what he really wanted was slutty Brianna. I like to think I didn't disappoint though. His obvious arousal gave me the confidence to ride the shit out of him that first night.
That and knowing I was, quite literally, fucking away Brianna's chance to work for him, had me coming on his dick for ages. When he finally took over and fucked me silly, I saw stars. The man knew how to fuck.
I was so high on his cock I almost told him the truth about who I was several times over. My naïve pussy confused a good fuck with genuine connection. I convinced myself that he'd understand. That phone call was the rude awakening I needed.
There was someone else. Probably a girlfriend or wife or whatever. Someone he didn't want to know about me. He was nice to me because he wanted to fuck me. Nothing more, nothing less.
Had Jason taught me nothing? I devoted eight years of my life to the asshole and he went and stuck his dick in my sister. My fucking twin. When would I learn that men were ruthless? Like fucking junkies. Sex addicts. No loyalty. All they cared about was their next lay.
No tie. Wet hair. Shirt half unbuttoned. Sure I had seen all of Cole Hunter by now, but looking at him never got old. After the last two days spent naked together, him with clothes on was honestly more distracting than him naked. My eyes dropped down to his lips, then the bit of skin he was showing through his open shirt. My fingers itched to reach for the buttons of his shirt and undo them.
No. Stop that!
"No need. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. My time on the island is up anyway," I said with resolve, readjusting my clothes.
Somehow the jumpsuit didn't quite fit the way it had when I first got to his apartment.
Cole pulled the emergency stop switch the moment the elevator doors closed. Wasting no time, he backed me up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the wall on either side of my head, making me jump. I gulped. His arms caged me in. When was the last time a man towered over me while we were both standing? So fucking sexy.
His sleeves were rolled up, showing off flexed, hardened muscle and prominent veins. These were the arms that cradled me as the world shook. I fell asleep in them the last two nights.
Why couldn't I stay in them just one more night?