Isabella
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” I said to myself, angry and embarrassed by what happened back there. What was I thinking rushing into his office like a maniac and embarrassing myself in front of him with talks about bewitching and seduction?
“Oh my God,” I felt goosebumps all over my body as I recollected the moment I said those things to him.
I sighed remembering the spark of flame I felt all over me when he touched me, it was like at this moment I could feel him parting my legs again and brushing his hands around my thighs. It was like I felt it happening and my insides burned at just the thought of him and the imaginable things he was doing to me.
“Oh my gosh,” I was brought out of the dream world when I heard the telephone ring, causing me to jerk from my seat.
“Hello,” I said composing myself quickly when I heard his voice.
“Meet me outside in ten minutes,” He said over the phone.
“What?” I said but got no response. “Did he really hang up?” I asked no one in particular and stared at the telephone blankly.
“What the heck does he want now?” I thought angry but started to organize my bag to meet him.
A few minutes later, I arrived outside the company and there he was standing beside his car. I noticed he finally changed the car.
“I see you finally dropped the game,” I said staring at the car in front of him.
“You like it?” He stared at me.
“Yeah it’s better than crazy,” I told him with an eye roll.
“I like crazy,” He smiled…
“And why would you?”
“Cause crazy has your face on it,” He said and I coughed.
“So what do you need me for?” I quickly changed the subject.
“We’re going to have lunch together,” He said and opened the door
“Thank you but I’ll pass. Cafeteria sounds fine to me,” I quickly declined. Until I fix myself, I should definitely try to avoid staying close to him.
“Please,” He said and I didn’t know what to say.
Now this is weird, having Mr. Devil say words like please, thank you, and sorry wasn’t something I was used to, and neither was it something I wanted to get used to.
“I’ll still kindly decline your offer, sir,” I said even though I felt oddly bad saying that.
“Well then I guess it’s back to the crazy car,” He sounded ecstatic…
“What?” I looked at him shocked.
“Yes. If you go to lunch with me, I don’t use the crazy car but if you don’t, I guess you know what it’s going to be,” He smiled.
“You’re bluffing,” I huffed, but he seemed unshaken by my unfazed face at his threat, but to him was merely a negotiation.
“No way you’ll do that,” I said to his hearing, shaking my head.
“But I have done it already,” he smiled at me. That look of success on his face was like he had found a way to psychologically mess up my head.
“You have 10 seconds muffin,” He said in endearment, staring at his watch, with the car foot still widely open. I looked around, searching for help, while cracking my head to get away from this trap of his and mostly not left alone with him, but when he said 5 and started the countdown I found my legs pulled me right into the car as I rushed into it, getting in against my own will.
“Good girl,” He said and sat beside me smiling, while I looked at him with anger, but it only made him smile more.
We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later, I spent my whole time rambling a lot and distracting myself from thinking about him, while of course maintaining a very good amount of distance.
“We are here sir,” The driver announced after parking the car in front of the restaurant.
Mr. Tristan got off the car and opened the door for me, while I stepped down carefully staring at the huge restaurant in front of me.
He started to walk, while I followed behind him but suddenly froze when the awful memories came flooding again. Those memories and fears he had created and instilled in me.
“Isabel?” He called and turned to stare at me.
“I can’t go in, I’m sorry,” I rushed back to where the car was parked when I felt his hands on my wrist.
“Hey,” He cooed at me and I recalled how he tricked me the last time with dinner only for it to turn into a nightmare.
I can’t trust him, I can’t trust him. It rang in my head, and I felt my body got shaken a bit.
“I’m not going to hurt you muffin, I promise you,” He said calmly and pushed a strand of my hair backward. I lift my Chun to sit st him, looking deeply into his eyes to find some sort of assurance that I could trust him, that this time wasn’t going to be a nightmare.
“I’m sorry for last time, but this time isn’t going to be a prank,”
“I just want to have lunch with you,” He said in his defense, care, and sincerity laced in his voice.
“But why? You could use the crazy car if it’s a prank, I don’t care” I immediately said.
“No, I want to know you muffin,” He said
“I want us to be friends?” There was this gleam in his eyes when he said those words and I wondered if that could ever be
“Can I trust you, Mr. Tristan,” I looked at him deeply searching for answers.
“Call me Tristan,” he started back at me.
“Yes you can,” He offered his hands to me, and I looked hesitant at first, but slowly gave my hands to him.
“Thank you,” He smiled and held me as we started to walk into the restaurant and I thought.
“Could we just be friends?”