Tristan
“Tristan,” She called my name in surprise the moment she opened the door.
“What do you want?” Was followed immediately before I could say a word.
“I’m sorry if I made things weird between us,” I started in a calm mood as I could already notice she wasn’t in a good mood and I wasn’t about to make it worse with my presence.
“It’s okay,” She said about the close the door, but I stopped her before she shut it against me.
“I wanted to return this,” I brought her blanket and pushed it towards her.
“Thank you,” she gave a small smile, collected it from me, and closed the door almost immediately.
“You’re welcome,” I said to the door and clasped my hands together before turning around to leave…
I thought about what happened earlier, and maybe I did make things weird. Where did I get the gut to just say things like that to her? Why did I even say it? How did that even happen? I thought walking in the direction of my room.
Maybe she thought of me as disgusting and all my effort to be noticed by her is going down the drain. I thought maybe being close to her and being in her face all the time was going to be enough. But every time I tried I noticed the irritation in her eyes, the anger she felt, and how irritated she gets by my presence.
I noticed the faces she made when she heard my voice when I tried to get close to her, and how she wanted to just be far away from me.
It wasn’t all the time, but there were times she would look into my soul and we would connect on another dimension, but those moments merely lasted long enough, and neither did it occur as frequently as the irritation moment in her eyes.
I was barely finding the urge to go on with this before she completely got tired of my presence and could not contain me being around her anymore…
Was I doing this to prove a point to myself? Or prove my thought wrong that even though we are married by some weird convenience, I am not the one she will ever want and I wasn’t enough?
Or maybe it was the fact that Bret was right with that photo he sent to me of Micah and Isabella in a cafe and they looked like they were meant to be.
Or maybe it was just a game to me and I was just bored and Isabella was the only thing fun to keep me going?
Or probably the fact that from the day she walked into my office, interviewing for the position of my assistant, I had noticed her, and she had ignited something in me ever since.
I didn’t know whose scenarios or answers fit the situation most, or probably it was mere jealousy because of that Micah guy. But I’ve had this urge to want to protect her, be by her side all the time.
I sighed in defeat at my thoughts, as I laid flat on the bed, staring at the ceilings. None of it made sense yet to me, but yet the desires, and sensation I get around that women could drive me crazy…
I took my laptop and started to get some work done. I smiled at the notifications of my friend’s message that came up on the screen.
“Having fun with your wife?” Dylan sent a wet emoji and I smiled. I had plans to be with them today, but I gave an excuse for an emergency which happened to be Isabel…
“How did they manage to find out?” I shook my head chuckling at the text before getting back to work.
I got immersed in work for a few hours, and then I started to feel tired. I closed the laptop and lay on the bed to get some rest, as I shut my eyes.
Narrator
Isabella dropped the blanket on her bed and quickly got dressed laying on the bed. She started at the ceiling wondering what just happened. She felt a whole lot of emotions, she was pissed off with herself, and now she felt a little embarrassed that she had almost done that thinking of him, she was annoyed, ashamed, shocked, and petrified by what happened.
“Mr. Tristan? Like Tristan, Mr. Devil?” She asked herself and placed her palms on her forehead in bewilderment.
“God!! What is happening to you? Is it the sickness?” She talks to herself in the room alone.
“Is there like an insanity trait in it?” She asked no one in particular still staring at the ceiling.
“God. I must be crazy,” She laughed lightly and sat upright on the bed.
“I am crazy, “she shrugged her shoulder still laughing at herself.
“Fantasies about Him? No way?” She shook her head in disapproval when her eyes landed on the slippers from yesterday.
“Damn it!” She cursed…
“I try not to think about you, and poof there you are in my head yet again,” She said pointing at the slippers in front of her, now directing her anger towards it.
“You know what? You’re going back to your owner,” She pointed at it like some manic and immediately stood from her bed.
“You’re leaving my head, Tristan,” She said and immediately grabbed the slippers from where it was angrily, as she stomped towards his room.
When she got there she immediately halted and started to feel nervous. She looked around and bit her fingers thinking if she could pull this through or just drop it on his door.
While she was still at his door deliberating, Rose walked up to her and immediately gave the door a light knock.
“Why would you do that?” Her eyes widened in shock as she looked so terrified.
“You’re just like him,” She laughed and walked away leaving Isabella all by herself.
“Come in,” She heard a faint voice, as she turned the knob, pushing the door open while it creaking sounds of the door welcome her as she made her way to the room.
“I’m just going to drop this off,” She whispered when she noticed he was lying on the bed. She carefully dropped the slippers someplace he could see them and hurried to leave before he could say anything but he beat her to it…
“Muffin,” He called stopping her on her track, but she was going to pretend that wasn’t her name and twist the doorknob to leave.
“Isabel,” He said in a sleepy tone and she felt mesmerized by it.
“Yes,” She whispered, turning to stare at him, still seeing him lying on the bed like he was half awake and asleep.
“Do you like him?” He said almost asleep..
“Who?” She said resting her back against the door.
“Micah,” He said….