I watch Hannah’s mom look surprised before giving Hannah an angry look. Hannah thought she could get a chunk of money out of Cole. I know she’s still begging him to marry her, worried that she won’t be able to find anyone else now that she’s a single mother. He’s turned down all her advances.
Cole continues talking when no one argues, “I know my unusual schedule and the fact that he’s infant will make custody difficult. I want to spend at least three days a week with him when my schedule permits.”
“You can come to spend time with us whenever you want,” Hannah says.
He shakes his head, “No, my custody time is mine. I will take him back home with my family to spend time together. At least a couple of hours.”
“You can’t do that. Your visitation must be done together,” Hannah argues.
Her mom, Cheryl, steps in. “No, Hannah. Cole has no reason for supervised visits and has every right to spend time with his child however he wants, just like you.”
Hannah's smile turns devious before she points to me, “You don’t want your grandchild spending time with that tramp. She has multiple boyfriends, and they all live together with Cole. Their home is not fit for a child to be around.”
The woman gives me a disgusted look, “That changes things. She’s right. That is no lifestyle for an innocent child to be involved with.”
Cole’s face turned red with anger, and he opened his mouth to attack them both, but I squeezed his knee. No way will I let my decisions affect his relationship with his son.
“Would it be acceptable for Cole to spend time with Connor at his mom’s house? It’s a compromise for the two of you,” I asked, hoping to appease everyone.
Hannah looks at Cheryl, who nods. “That would be fine.”
Cole looks at me, still angry, then back at Hannah. “That will work for now, but you must get over this. Blake will always be in my life. I love her. I’m going to go see him.”
I don’t resist when Cole grabs my hand and drags me out of the room. We don’t halt until we reach the elevators.
“Why did you let them shit all over you like that?” he asks me harshly.
“Because most people are going to feel that way about my love life, and I’m not risking you getting into a giant fight for custody. Why did you stir shit up more by declaring your love for me?”
The elevator opens, and we both step inside. I press the four button, and Cole barely waits for the doors to shut before he crowds me against the wall. “Because it’s the truth. We might be doing this friend thing for now, but I promise this won’t be forever.”
“You don’t know that,” I retort.
He hits the button to stop the elevator. “I know that you are mine. I know you date and love my friends, but you were mine first and will always be.”
He slams his mouth on mine, cutting off any argument I could make. The kiss is hard and claiming. His body crowds mine. I can feel his hardness pressed into me. I weave my hand into his hair and grind myself on him, kissing him back just as brutally until I come to my senses and shove him away.
He backs away. His chest is heaving, “You’re mine, Blake. Say it.”
I shake my head, still catching my breath.
He leans in again, but not as close. “I love you. I know I royally fucked up, and you have every right to tell me to fuck off, but I can’t do any of this without you by my side. Please.”
The pleading in his blue eyes makes my heart clench, but I’m not ready to forgive him yet.
“Let’s go see your son,” I say to him instead, punching the button to get the elevator moving again. It takes only a second for it to reach the floor and the doors to open. We find a nurse and get directions to the nursery. There, I stop at the door.
“Are you not coming?” he asks me.
I shake my head, “I’m not ready,” I tell him.
His face relays his sadness, but he doesn’t push me.
I wait for him in the hall, unsure how to feel about everything that has been thrown at me. Once I lay eyes on Cole’s son, I’ll be a complete goner, and I can’t handle that right now.
Chapter 30
I’m lounging on the couch between Foster and Talon, watching a movie, when I feel Foster’s phone vibrate in his pocket.
