Isabella
Yesterday wasn’t a dream, the overwhelming feeling from all the events that happened to me got me feeling so weirdly excited If that made any sense. It was finally the weekend today, and I’m just going to have the day to myself and probably the whole house too, cause Mr. Tristan is usually out or in his room. Well, it’s a good thing we barely cross paths on these days considering our numerous moments yesterday, I think I’m better off anywhere that wasn’t close to him.
I stretched my body, got off the bed did a little breathing session, and went straight to open my windows. I let the daylight creek into my room and it gave me such a warm feeling.
I grabbed the water can on my vanity and gulped down a little. I rushed to brush my teeth then walked to my wardrobe, changed into a shorts and sports bra ready for my little run and a good time at the gym. I stared at my full mirror, grabbed my canvas, wore it, and packed my hair in a ponytail before leaving the room.
I walked past Rose who was staring at me in admiration.
“What?” I asked her and paused on my walk to the kitchen.
“Nothing, you look?” She struggled to say but still gazed at me.
“Look like what?” I asked her, now it was my turn to stare at myself meticulously.
“You look great,” She laughed nervously, and I laughed staring at her, while nodding my head in agreement.
“Yeah?” I said more like a question..
“Yeah, you look like a snack,” She closed her mouth with her hands, and immediately she said it and I gasped shocked cause I wasn’t really expecting such a comment.
“You think I look like a snack?” I stated shocked.
“A hot one?” I whispered the last part, laughing hard at the realization of what I said.
“Yes, a hot snack,” She responded and we both ended up laughing at her response.
“Well, thank you, Rose, ” I did a little curt and smile while she went back to her work. I didn’t know how, but her compliments made me feel extra good, I felt great, I felt hot and sexy.
I walked down to the fridge in the kitchen, opened it up, and grabbed myself a bottle of water. I dropped it on the kitchen cabinet, brought out my phone and Air Pods, and connected to some music before grabbing my bottle of water, as I set out for the gym.
I walked outside the mansion, waiting for the cab to arrive, when I felt a hard grip around my arm causing me to shriek in pain.
“What the hell?” I said out in pain and turned around to see who was the insane person grabbing me.
“Tristan?” My anger had suddenly dissolved when I realized it was him, and I used my other hand to take off one of the Air Pods. He reduced his grip around my arm and I felt less pain now, but he was still holding me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked immediately I tried to pull off as my cab arrived.
“Excuse me?” I glared at him. My morning has been on a great pedal and I wasn’t going to let him ruin it with his darkness.
“I’m listening?” He responded, not caring that I was struggling to get off his hold.
“If you must know,” I sighed frustrated that my effort made no difference at all.
“To the gym, now can I go,” I tried to pull away again, even after explaining myself but unfortunately his grip got tighter.
“To the gym?” He repeated like he didn’t hear me at all.
“Yes sir. The gym,” I told him in an angry tone.
“Can I go now, cause the cab is waiting for me,” I told him and shoved him away finally setting myself free from his hold.
“Wait!” He called out stopping me on my track.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled inaudible groaning at his sudden yell.
“What now?” I turned around giving him a quizzical look, and he immediately walked up to me.
“You’re going in that outfit? To the gym?” He looked terrified not shocked in fact.
“What now, Mr. Tristan?” I groan.
“What’s wrong with my outfit now?” I asked him in a tone that should tell him I didn’t want to know what his about to say, as I continued to make the walk to the cab.
“It’s revealing? And tight and everyone is going to stare at you,” He kept saying things that made no sense at all.
“I’m pretty sure, everyone is going to be busy working out?” I explained.
“No? That’s not it. The outfit it makes you look?” He paused and I folded my hands, raising my eyebrows and waiting for what he had to say.
“Look what Mr. Tristan?” I asked.
“Call me Tristan,” he corrected instead.
“See if you have nothing to say, I’m just going to leave,” I freed my hands about to walk out when he pulled me to himself.
“What….,” I paused when our body hit. My chest hits him and his gaze is fixed on me. I blinked my eyes twice, surprised by what was happening but also confused.
“It’s not like you don’t know it, but if I say it, would you not go muffin?” He looked me dead serious in the eyes, and I blinked unaware of what was going on.
“Say what,” I spoke when I finally managed to find my voice.
“You look hot in that gym fit,” He spoke.
“W..” I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. It was like there was fireworks were in my brain and it just exploded right now.
“He called me hot! ” My brain repeated, my brain screamed I started to think that maybe he could hear my inner thoughts.
I call myself hot, but this time it feels different, surreal unbelievable.
My heart was beating really fast, at this point I was embarrassed that he had probably heard it. Our gaze was still fixed on each other. It was like time stopped at that moment and it was just the two of us present, with the wind blowing on our skin.
“God!! What is happening!!” I thought crazily…
“So? Would you not go?” He broke the silence and I had to blink to bring myself from this dreamland.
I didn’t know what to say. Being hot is good for me, and going to the gym was definitely happening.
“I would go,” His face dissolved, that serene look was now dissolved instantly.
“But you could join me,” I nervously added waiting for his response. But he looked surprised.
“Would you join me? ” He looked thrilled by my invitation before nodding his head.
I guess that is settled then.