Chapter 58
Chapter 58:
“You’re delusional,” June breathed. Her heart was racing, betraying her. “I came because I protect my company p>
“Liar p>
Cole’s gaze dropped to her lips. The air between them crackled with a toxic blend of rage and attraction.
“Let me go,” June said. “I have to deal with the police.” She reached for the door handle.
Cole’s other hand covered hers on the brass lever. “Not yet,” he said. “We haven’t discussed the settlement. You want a divorce? Fine. Admit you were wrong about everything. Admit you still want me p>
“Never,” June hissed.
She shoved him. He didn’t budge. She pushed harder, panic rising in her chest.
“Get off me p>
She brought her stiletto heel down hard on his foot.
“Fuck!” Cole grunted.
S𝘁𝗈𝘳𝘪е𝘴 yo𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝘁 𝗉𝘂𝗍 𝖽o𝗐ո 𝘰𝗇
He lost his balance and grabbed her to steady himself, but his weight dragged her down with him. They tumbled backward together.
June landed hard on the black leather Chesterfield sofa, with Cole crashing directly on top of her. A sharp, blinding pain shot through her abdomen, forcing a choked gasp from her lips. Her vision swam for a moment, and she instinctively curled inward, her hands flying to the tender, bruised flesh beneath her coat.
His legs tangled with hers. His heavy frame pinned her down. Her hair fanned out across the cushion.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Their faces were inches apart, Cole’s breathing ragged and June’s eyes wide — not merely with shock, but with a flicker of agony he completely misread as fear.
It looked intimate. It looked passionate.
The office door swung open.
“Hey, Cole! I heard you were still grindi p>
Crawford Love, Cole’s childhood best friend and media mogul, froze in the doorway. He took in the scene: the dim lights, the disheveled clothes, Cole on top of June on the sofa.
Crawford’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
“Whoa,” he said, a smirk spreading across his face. “Sorry. I didn’t realize the ‘negotiations’ were so p>
June squeezed her eyes shut. Kill me now.
Three seconds. That was how long the silence lasted.
June shoved Cole’s chest with all the strength she had left. “Get off p>
Cole scrambled upright and adjusted his suit jacket, running a hand through his hair. His face was flushed — whether from exertion or embarrassment, it was impossible to tell.
June sat up and pulled her trench coat tight around her, trying to hide her trembling hands. She felt exposed. Cheapened.
Crawford strolled into the room, whistling low. “So, are we back on? Is the annulment off p>
“Shut up, Crawford,” Cole snapped. He retreated behind his desk, putting distance between himself and the sofa. He needed to regain control. He needed to be the CEO again — not the man who had just fallen on his ex-wife.
June stood and smoothed her hair. “It was an accident. I was leaving p>
“Didn’t look like an accident,” Crawford chuckled. “Looked like make-up sex p>
“Crawford!” Cole roared.