Tristan
My encounter with Lily Allen made things worse. I felt angered by the things she had said about Isabella. I didn’t understand why it had hurt me then, so the next night I went on to do was to get drunk after being shitty to her when I didn’t want to. I realized that I liked her. I didn’t know what that meant for me or us, but I think I liked her.
The truth was I couldn’t tell that to her, she already said we were nothing and this marriage meant nothing to the both of us.
That was very true. I barely knew anything about her and I couldn’t pinpoint to any reason why she would hate me. I was just stuck in this cycle unsure of what next to do.
Maybe I wasn’t just suffocating her, maybe she hated me to the extent that she thought marrying me was going to make me miserable.
A lot of things went through my mind and I didn’t know where to go from there or what move to make on her. It was such a disaster and I was left with so many unanswered questions that no matter how hard I thought about it, I could only land on being a terrible boss and a shitty person to her.
But you wouldn’t blame me, I had to be that way, cause of people. There was Brett and Mr. George, the people I called family. So yes, I did make life a living hell for people just to be at the top, but I wasn’t that horrible. Or was I? I asked, and even I knew I couldn’t answer that question…
Isabella had been a ray of sunshine in my life. I had suspected her at first and didn’t trust her. But then when I recalled what Brett and Lily did to me, I thought, what worse could Isabella possibly do to me?
Sometimes I hate myself, I feel alone and just abandoned in this house. But since she came I’ve gotten a new drive, a new desire. A new force of motivation has been endowed into me and I finally feel excited to wake up in the morning, to be around her.
Though there was Micah, and I felt that maybe we would never have a chance for a romantic moment, I just went in with it until she got rid of me as I had expected.
Seeing her in my room today, trying to do what I thought was the only scheme I would plan made me happy. God, I wanted to pull her to myself and have her around me. I wanted to tower around her and make her feel nervous but hell I also wanted to smell her.
Cause from where I sat I could smell the perfume on her. And the dress she had on, she looked like a goddess. She looked so pure and innocent that I wanted to taint her with my darkness. I groaned in my thoughts recalling how she bit her lips when she apologized. She had almost made me go crazy that I had to cross my legs.
Isabella was stuck in my head like a virus inflicting every part of my body. This woman had almost made me lose control and succumb to her.
Not that I have a problem doing that, but I wanted her to want me, and need me just as much as I wanted her. I wanted her to beg for me, and see how crazy she made me before I could do anything.
I was happy, I was delighted that she was here. When she apologized it gladdened my heart to know she was also on the edge like I was. Maybe it was a punishment, but I’m glad to know she felt it too, and maybe that meant something for the both of us. I wasn’t going to stop, no matter how hard it is. I’m going to give her space until she wants me to be around her, till she begs for my presence. Only then will this torture end for us both.
Isabella
I groaned on the bed and stretched my hands, as my eyes fluttered open.
“Damn, my head,” I groaned in pain and yawned a bit before getting off the bed. I looked at my phone on the vanity and looked at the time, it was almost 5:30 pm.
The wasn’t over yet, and neither was I done with Tristan. I got off the bed and walked to the kitchen. I wanted to take some apples. So I washed a few and sliced them before pouring them into a bowl.
“Where’s Tristan?” I asked a maid who was coming down from the stairs.
“He’s at the swimming pool,” She said and I smiled walking towards the stairs, when I realized I didn’t know where the swimming pool was.
“Damn it,” I tried to call the girl who just left, but I didn’t know her name and she had already gone far.
“What do I do?” I thought confused, staring around the place.
“Rose?” I called out, in a clear tone and loud enough that she would hear me, but I got no response.
“Rose?” I half yelled, but the outcome was still the same.
“Tristan,” his name rolled out of my mouth unknowingly. I didn’t know when I said it, as I just stood there holding onto the bowl of sliced apples.
“Tristan,” I yelled now, loud enough that I’m certain everyone in the house had heard me.
“Tristan,” I yelled once more when I heard the bang of the door coming from a direction I was unfamiliar with.
“Jesus Isabella. What the f*uk,” I heard him curse for the very first time and it made me chuckle. He called my name in full, and not shortened which he always did.
“What’s going on muffin?” He asked the moment he approached me, and gave me a look of concern.
“Why are you yelling my name?” He asked, now standing in front of him, but I just froze there staring at him.
“God! Is he some kind of demigod?” I asked myself staring at his chest, his packs, his muscles, and broad shoulders. I didn’t know where to fix my eye’s on, cause every part I stared at mesmerized me.
“Your abs,” I mumbled to myself, as my hands stretched out in an attempt to touch them when he grabbed my hands and held tightly onto them.
My heart skipped, and my breath hitched. Throughout the week, this was the first time he had touched me, this is the first time we’ve gotten close since that argument. My brain and body tried to take it all in and process how it made me feel as I wanted it to last longer.
“We’re you drooling over me,” He pulled me to himself, still holding my hand, as it was the only gap between the both of us.
“You want to touch it,” My heart raced as he brought my hands from his chest trailing it down to his abs without it even touching it.
He left a gap between my hands and his body, trailing my hands making me feel his heat, as I felt my stomach tingle.
“Nope,” I pulled away and took steps backward from him. I understood he was messing with my head and was only going to leave me hanging and just wanting more, without giving it to me, he would instead starve me and then want me to beg for it.
I started to understand him a bit, so I pulled away and decided to get back on track with my plan.
“I didn’t ogle over you,” I claimed…
“Oh really now?” He smiled pleased
“Yes,” I insisted.
“So why am I here?” He folded his hands and took a step towards me. But I took a step back immediately.
“I want you to help me with something,” I started off
“I don’t have time for that,” His face was void. It was my turn to take a step towards him, as he had suddenly pulled back.
“It’s an emergency,” I added quickly.
“Oh please, spare me the detail muffin. I don’t care,” He had already turned around to leave and I didn’t know how to stop him.
“I’ll send an email telling the Adams groups that you would no longer partner with them,” I threatened, and he immediately stopped in his tracks. I felt my throat get sore, and goosebumps appeared on my body immediately he stood there for a minute silent.
“What did you just say, Isabella Colin?” He had now fully turned around and stared at him with a glare on his face. His eyes darkened and I felt my legs wobble immediately.
I didn’t know if repeating myself was going to make it worse, but I knew when dealing with powerful people, the one thing you need the most is your confidence.
“I’ll let them know that you are no longer interested in partnering with them,” I repeated, and he took another step towards me. And it felt like the longest seconds of my life as he walked towards me. The thudding sounds from his shoes as he walked made me frightened.
“You wouldn’t dare!” He finally said.
“But I will,” I smirk at him.
“You don’t have access to such power,” he added immediately.
“Yeah, but I’m your wife remember, “I raised my brows are him and he looked somewhat impressed for just a split second before it was replaced with a look of anger.
“What do you what?” Damn, I’ve hardly seen days when Mr. Tristan succumbs. He always triumphs but today I won.
“Like I said I have an emergency,” I smiled and walked towards him, confidently.
“What is it, Isabella?” He gritted, and I smiled at how frustrated he sounded because of me. It gave me satisfaction…
“I need a house tour,”
“What?” He looked shocked at my unexpected response to an emergency.
“A tour? That’s the emergency? ” He looked at me like I was crazy, and for a moment I felt deja vu. It was like we had switched roles and the face he just made was the one I always did when he hovered around me, but he was the one doing it today.
“Yes. You’re going to be my tour guide,” I giggled and he groaned again, releasing a deep breath.
“Fine. Where do we start?” His hands were folded as he looked at me waiting for my response.
“Anywhere, everywhere,” I said excitedly…
“That’s barely a response,” he gave me an eye roll, and I chuckled…
“Hold this,” I placed the bowl on his hands forcefully.
“What do we need this for again,” He didn’t look pleased at all.
“Stop winning, and have some too,” I said to him, and grabbed a slice putting it in my mouth.
“Let’s go to the swimming pool so I’ll grab my shirt,” He said and headed toward the backyard of the house. We walked through a door from the kitchen that led tit the backside then the swimming pool.
“There it is,” He said and gave the bowl to me rushing to grab his chest from a chair it was resting on.
“What?” He asked staring at me, as he wanted to wear the shirt.
“What did you mean?” I asked him confused, grabbing another slice.
“What’s with the face? That look of sadness, or is it disappointment?” His fingers moved in a circle as he tried to describe the expression on my face.
“I was kind of enjoying the view, and now you’re just…,” I paused
“It’s whatever,” I turned away, while he wore the shirt.
“So you were ogling at me,” He whispered from behind me, causing me to squeal in fright.
“I almost threw these away,” I glared at him.
“Do you still want the tour?” He glared back at me, leaving me stunned.
“Let’s carry on, “I said and gave him back the bowl as we continued the tour.
I tried to have conversations with him amidst the tour but he pulled away or just ignored me.
The tour came to an end, and it was time to have dinner. Tristan ate up in his room, but I wasn’t completely mad. I made progress, I had his gaze on me and well threatened him to spend time with me, I giggled and covered myself with the duvet before drifting off to sleep…