Isabella
I woke up giggling. Everything felt amazing. Last night got me in a chokehold and having him gaze upon me like that while he proclaimed those words were mesmerizing.
It felt surreal, but this wasn’t my delusion, this was real. This was my f**king reality and I’m excited for all of it.
Recently Mr. Tristan has felt more warm to me. His smell, his presence, his aura. Fuck, all of that demanding protege he had and the scary persona he had, but it wasn’t how I have felt him like recently. Every time with different occurrences he felt like spring. Like those warm beautiful smell of flowers that keeps you in delight.
I giggled and rolled on the bed, gripping my duvet while daydreaming like I didn’t have a job to get back to, but even in that excitement I still had myself feeling uncomfortable with him, I didn’t like him yet.
“Shit,” I scream staring at the time on my phone, making me jump out the bed immediately. I hastened and got ready while I walked to the dinner for breakfast.
“Good morning,” I said to him with a smile,
While he rushed towards me and helped me drag the chair backwards before I sat down.
“Thank you,” I smile warmly at him.
“You slept fine?” He said and took his seat across the table, now staring right at me.
“Yes, I did. How about yourself?” I asked calmly trying to hide my excitement that we were having a conversation even though asking about our night doesn’t count as one.
“It was good,” He glanced at me briefly before staring back at his food.
I smiled even though I knew he wasn’t watching, but I did anyway enjoying the peaceful silence.
“I would like to take you out today” He broke the silence and I raised my head staring at him in confusion.
“Take me out?” I repeated, still holding my spoon in my hands, while I gazed at him. He nodded his head only and continued to eat.
“Like a date? Or…” My face fell back to my plate when those words flew out of my mouth.
“Yes. A date,” He responded like it was nothing, and my spoon fell flat making a thudding sound on the plate.
“Why was he being so forward? Why did he respond like it was nothing like it was just something casual when we both know it wasn’t,” I coughed and looked at him suspiciously before I released a sigh with a small smile.
“Okay,” I said simply, even though I was conflicted with my thoughts.
“So it’s a yes?” His eyes suddenly gleam. There was excitement present in his voice. His body looked at me anxiously waiting for my validation.
“Yes,” I chuckled while his shoulder relaxes immediately.
“When do I get ready?” I continued my meal.
“We leave by seven,” He smiled and went back to his meal.
**
I arrived home earlier than usual. Throughout my day I just kept thinking of this date and how it was going to turn out, I had this pain in my gut like I shouldn’t trust him, but I got ready instead.
I got into the shower and did a thorough wash up, I also brushed my teeth before going to the dressing table to get my makeup done.
Rose stood beside me, watching as I applied the foundation to my face meticulously.
I grabbed the concealer, stared at it, and started to apply it to my foundation. I powered my face, feeling happy and confused at the same time.
I got deep in thought thinking of how I got here, and how I might be slowly getting along with the “Devil” Himself. One could say this day would never happen. But it was, it was happening, but either way, my feelings and thoughts toward him hadn’t completely changed yet.
I quickly got dressed and went outside the mansion to see his driver standing beside his car waiting, I guess it was for me.
“Where’s Mr. Tristan?” I asked, looking around, and searching for him.
“Good evening ma’am,” he greeted warmly, although that wasn’t the answer to my question, I did respond.
“He asked me to fetch you,” he explained. It didn’t quite sit comfortably with me, but I just nodded with a smile and got into the car without asking further questions.
The drive to the restaurant was quiet and fast. Though my thoughts wondered about where we were going. And what plans did Tristan have for me?
I got down from the car and walked to the restaurant catching on to my purse as the door opened, while a waitress rushed to me.
“Good evening,” She did a light bow and smiled brightly at me.
“This way, please” she directed me to my table and I looked around wondering why the place was empty.
“Did he book the entire place, just for the two of us?” I thought confused, but shook my head refusing to believe it.
“We have a surprise coming for you” She hurried off while I looked around feeling chills suddenly like I wasn’t supposed to be here.
Suddenly the light turned off, and fear gripped me when I heard the thudding sounds of someone’s shoes.
“Who’s there?” I clung my hands to the chair, fear gripped me while my body trembled as the sound got louder.
“Who’s there?” I half yelled, but my voice trembled and I felt as if the person was coming in my direction.
“Argh, ” I screamed out loud immediately the light turned on, and there before me was a tall man pointing the gun toward me while his face had a mask on.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, shaking. Tears rolled down my eyes and I didn’t know what to do.
“Hands up and get on your knees, “he shouted and I fell to the floor I’m fright.
“I’m going to die, oh my God, I’m going to die,” It kept ringing in my head.
“Shut up or I blow up your brains,” The hooded man said and I bit my lips looking around, when it dawned on me that I was all alone.
Just like before, I’m all alone here. And there was no one who cared. That thought alone made me angry, it hurt me. I was going to die anyway, but having a gun pointed at my head made me wish I could just live.
“Please don’t shoot, you can take the purse, my phone,” I went on crying in fear. Scared that this might be my end. And maybe death was my fate.
“Keep your mouth shut,” He crocked his gun and I closed my eyes, shaking and waiting to hear that sound before my life would be taken away from me. When it was interrupted by the clapping of someone’s hands.
Laughter filled the air and I slowly opened my eyes wondering what was going on as I turned around to find him approaching me.
“Mr. Tristan,” I called out rather shocked than confused…