Addison
I walked into the hospital already sweating and practically breathless. I felt like I was losing my mind. It was a smart girl, not the type that randomly got married because it gave them a lot of money. I was supposed to marry for love, not lust. How hadn't I seen this before?
I just needed reassurance from Cole. I just needed him to tell me that we could continue dating as we were while we got married. That everything would turn out okay. But as I rounded the first floor of the Children's Hospital I saw my worst fears before my eyes. There was Cole laughing with one of the nurses, a petite blonde with full lips and even fuller breasts. She was touching his arm and giggling. He didn't even look up, totally focused on her. He never even noticed me as he turned around and she rubbed his shoulders laughing and giggling the whole time. She was giving him an impromptu massage.
Jealousy raged through my body.
Why was she touching him? What gave her that right? Not to mention what the hell was he doing? I suddenly realized I hadn't just come to the hospita
l for reassurance that our fake marriage wasn't totally fake but also for assurance the Cole actually liked me. That he cared. And here he was doing exactly what I should've expected him to be doing, acting like the total playboy that he was.
At one point I had been smart, I didn't like men interfere with my career or what I thought about myself. But ever since I had been with Cole things had just fallen apart. And that was my fault, I had let that happen. I had somehow let my worth be entirely about what he thought of me. And as I stood there with my mouth gaping open I realized that I was done with all of that. He could say whatever he wanted to say to get me into bed, but clearly, our relationship was still strictly professional. We were both in it for the money. And at the end of the day I would walk away with that big ass check and I would never have to see him again. But as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes I realized I couldn't see him again tonight either.
I turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital dialing the number of my best friends Kendall.
“Hey, I need a place to crash for tonight. Don't ask questions, just have wine.”
Seventeen
Cole
I dialed her number again but there was still no answer. So I left another fucking voicemail. “Addison. It's me. This is the sixth time I've called you. Where the hell are you? I need to know that you're okay. Call me back.”
I paced back and forth this in front of the kitchen island again looking over the couch onto the coffee table where invitations had been sorted. Clearly, she had been home at some point during the day, but now she was gone. Missing. Part of me wanted to call John over at the station and see if he could put out a missing person’s report on her because I didn't know what else to do. I was frantic, I had never been like this about a girl. Sometimes they left, that was just the way was.
But this time, it was different.
I was practically falling apart without her.
I needed her.
I had to make sure she was okay, wherever she was. But it was nearly midnight and I still hadn't heard from her. That meant something was wrong. Finally, the text came through.
Don't worry I'm with a friend. I'll meet you at the wedding planner tomorrow as we discussed. Don't call me anymore.
Don't call her? What the hell did that mean? She'd been living here for three weeks. Everything was perfect, I had even stopped on my way home at some premier coffeehouse in order to get her favorite type of blend. I was learning things about her, things that I liked. The whole thing was mindbending, to begin with, two complete strangers getting married. But here we were, falling for each other. She couldn't deny it any more than I could. I wasn’t that guy, I wasn't good at settling down, but she made me want to try.
She made it so that I wanted this arrangement to last so much longer than four months.
And now she was just letting it all fall apart? It didn't make any sense. I considered having a couple drinks or eating something, but I figured sleep was better.
I tossed and turned most of the night hoping that at some point she would creep into my bed and we would snuggle up together and everything would be forgiven. Not that I had any damn clue what was wrong. But when the sun started shining through my blinds I realized she hadn't come home. I got ready for meeting with the wedding planner and checked my phone several times but nothing.
What if she was pulling out of our deal?
I couldn't tell which concerned me more, losing my shares in the company, or losing Addison.
Eighteen
Cole
It had been nearly a week since Addison hadn’t come home, and now she was sleeping in the guest room. I had no idea what was going on with her. When I would come home from my shift she would have her door closed or be out on an errand. She was avoiding me.
But today she couldn’t avoid me any longer, it was the rehearsal, no matter how annoyed she was with me, she’d have to put on a good face. Because there were about thirty people we’d have to lie in front of.
I looked at Addison, who was wearing a short satin dress and cute sandals and felt my cock growing. She was so beautiful in her elegant outfit. Even though I loved the complex bun her hair had been pulled into, I just wanted to destroy it and move my hands through her silky strands.
But as she stood in front of the alter that would be decorated with all her flower choices tomorrow, she didn’t even make eye contact.