Coleson |Book 3|

09

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I slurred and stumbled over to meet Cole halfway. I felt all three men stand behind me, their presence warming me to the bone knowing that they are there to protect me. Not that I need it, it's just Cole and I know he'd never do anything to harm me.

"I could ask you the same. Drunk off your ass in the middle of a club. That isn't very professional, Miss Miller." He growls and reaches for me. I back up out of his reach, trying to maintain control over the situation.

"I'm off the clock until tomorrow at 9 am, Sir." I say, puffing my chest out to seem more demanding, though that proves to be against my favor as the buttons on my dress are already strained, the puffing of my chest not helping.

I feel a few buttons give away and that leaves the top half of my cleavage on full display. I gasp and try to cover it. Cole groans and forces his eyes to meet mine.

"You're the boss?" I hear Rapha say and step up in front of me in a protective way.

"I am, and you are?" Cole's gaze hardens at his position as he sticks his hand out. Even in a rough situation, always a gentleman. Rapha looks at it in disgust and doesn't grab it.

"Rapha, her boyfriend,"

What the fuck!

What the fuck was he doing!

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

But I couldn't move. My limbs wouldn't work. The only thing my brain would allow is to keep my gaze firmly locked with the floor. I felt his stare on me, the disappointment radiating off of him.

"Oh, well. I apologize," Cole backed off. I could hear the hurt in his voice and I wanted to run to him. To comfort him but I couldn't. "I'll leave you to it, I guess. Perhaps, take her home. Something could happen if you aren't careful," Cole said and retreated,

"Is that a threat?" Max said and stepped forward in front of me. Matt also stepped in front of me at the word threat. All three stood in a protective stance, ready to fight.

"Of course it isn't a threat. You think I'd do anything to hurt her? It was merely a suggestion. If anything happens to her-,"

"You'll what? Make her cry again. Leave, mate, before-," I stole a glance at Cole to see his pained expression. I couldn't take it anymore. I backed away from them and made my way out of Baise Moi.

I stood up against the back of the club, clutching my chest; trying to catch my breath. The whole situation inside had left me breathless and not in the good way. I felt terrible for how they were treating Cole but I couldn't stop them. My brain wouldn't work.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was people around, maybe it was my insecurities. It made me hate myself to know the reason he was in there was because of me and I couldn't even stick up for him.

He was my friend. A damn good one at that. And I couldn't even stick up for him in there. I couldn't stop the tear from rolling down my cheek. I wiped it away. I wasn't going to have a pity party outside of Baise Moi.

I needed to fix this. Right now.

I was about to walk back into the club when I saw Cole walk out of it. He didn't spare me a glance as he walked passed me, wiping a bit of blood from his lip. I ran after him , trying to catch up to him in my heels.

"You're boyfriend knows how to through a punch," he laughed humorlessly as he walked towards his car. I flinched at the venom in his voice.

"Cole-,"

"You could've told me you had a boyfriend. I would have backed off. Fuck! Why didn't you tell me before that night at the office?! I'm not that type of guy, Racheal!" He spat and threw his car door open. Before he could start the car and pull away, I got into the passenger side.