Tristan
She was a temptress. Isabella was going to consume me soon. I wanted her badly but I wasn’t going to have like a one-time thing, or we just fuck around. I wanted her to know that it was much more than that, it wasn’t a one-time thing or just some random hookup. If I had her, I was going to claim every part of her completely, I was going to get addicted to her and make her mine alone. I was possessive and I didn’t know if she would be okay with that. I rushed to my room and quickly took off my clothes as I entered the shower. I needed to cool off the heat I felt. I turned on the shower and let the cold water pour down on me. I breathed out in relief, as I started to feel better. I cleared my head, trying not to think of Isabella and her lips, or her butt. As I thought again, I felt it got hard.
“F*ck” I cursed, and rubbed my hand around it, my head was thrown backward as the water fell on my face. I felt it hardened as I released a deep breath with each rub. I tried to restrain myself, but images of her butt dangling and shaking played in my head. I rubbed again, this time my pace increased and I was slowly losing myself.
“Isabella,” I called out, and thoughts of her flooded my mind, my pace fastened, and I grunted calling her name as I could feel myself almost explode when my phone rang in the room…
“Damn it, “I thought immediately and kick the air, as the sudden tension had died. Water splashed all over me, and I used my hand to push my hair backward before pulling a towel from its rack.
I wrapped myself in it and immediately walked out of the bathroom. I got to my bedroom and walked to the bed where my phone lay. I grabbed it, unlocked it, and went to my call logs, to see it was a missed call from Grandpa.
I immediately called him back, but he texted me and said we should meet up at work soon.
I responded to his text and then went ahead to get dressed. I needed to help Emily pack her bags cause she was leaving today or tomorrow morning. Which was left for her to decide? I put on another pair of pants and grabbed a grey shirt to wear before walking out of my room and heading to hers.
“Hey,” I smiled as we met on the path to her room.
“Wanted to see me,” She said eating the cheesballs directly from its pack.
“You’re so messy,” I flicked my fingers at her head, and she jumped in pain. While rubbing the back of her hands on her forehead, glaring at me.
“It doesn’t hurt that much, so cut it,” I eyed her, and she chuckled.
“So why are you here anyway?” She asked me and opened the door, while I walked in with her.
“Did breakfast go well?” She asked and I groaned, while she grinned at my reaction.
“I hate being the one talking about someone I like with Emily, it’s was her most of the time plus I already know how to get the girls I wanted, probably because of my wealth,” I thought.
“Tell me,” She gleams with joy, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“It went good, okay,” I said dryly.
“Now can we pack your stuff?” I immediately added. I wanted to change the subject fast before another question was followed by it.
“Yeah, but I wanted to do this with Isabel. Wanted to have a girl in and talk with her,” She pouted her lips staring at me, and I sighed wondering what she wanted now.
“What? What do you want?” I folded my hands looking at her frustrated.
“Can you convince her to be here with me,” She blinked her eyes at me rapidly and clasped her hands together saying please until I finally gave in…
“Fine,” I have him, hating that she made me do it.
“Now I have to go meet her,” I thought and helped her organization her shoes.
Isabella
I stayed on the bed for close to ten minutes when my phone beeped, making me stand on my feet. I walked to the drawer beside my bed and saw where my phone was charging.
I unlocked it and realized I got a new message from Micah making me sigh. I didn’t open the message and just dropped the phone back in the drawer while I sat on the bed tired.
“What do I do? I need to decide on what to say to him and fast,” I thought conflicted on what to do when I picked up my phone and decided to call my mom.
“Bells,” She sounded so happy as she spoke over the phone.
“Mom,” My heart was crushed by hearing her voice. It wasn’t just about the Micah situation. It was everything, my life, being sick. I just felt overwhelmed immediately when I heard her voice.
” Are you okay? You sound tired,” She detected immediately, and I chuckled dryly, with my eyes shut.
“I missed you, that’s all” I finally opened my eyes and said to her.
“I miss you too, we all miss you, baby,” she added, and I smiled at hearing that.
“But I know that’s not why you called or why you sound that way,” She added, and I sighed. She knows me too well.
“Mom, can I ask a question?” I said over the phone.
“Yes, I’m listening,” She said.
“How did you know that Dad was the one for you?” I asked nervously and breathed out waiting for her response.
“Wow!” She breathed out.
“I’m sorry, forget I asked,” I rushed my words at her.
“Oh honey,” She laughed.
“I’m just trying to think of the best way to answer this for you,” She explained, and my nerves calmed a bit.
“Well if you must know, your dad and I were academic rivals in school, before we dropped out due to how expensive college was,” She started and I laughed recalling when she had mentioned it to us at a family dinner.
“The thing was that I hated your father, or at least I thought I did. But truthfully I liked him and struggled to admit it to myself,” I could feel that she smiled as she said it.
“I don’t know when or how I knew he was the one for me, but you just know. Love always finds its way but you’ve got to let it happen too,” She sighed.
“Let yourself feel everything for that person, and then those sparks would show themselves. You’ll just know, it’s just going to click one way or the other,” Her response was abstract to me. I didn’t fully grasp it.
“Thank you, Mom,” I said before we hung up. I laid on the bed, my phone still in my hands when I thought of Micah and Tristan.
I didn’t know where my feelings were or with whom. Micah was void for me, a perfect gentleman. Tristan had this aura for me, he made me feel anger, pain, joy, leave, comfort.
I felt everything, every emotion with Tristan but Micah made me feel good. He was good for me, suitable for me. But there wasn’t any drive, or rush with him. There were several of these with Tristan.
I immediately stood up and browsed on the internet, asking what are the signs if I liked someone. It loaded and the answers were displayed on my screen.
“If you think about them often, if you enjoy their company, if you become shy around them, if you feel butterflies around them if you are attracted to them, if your heart skips a beat whenever they are around you,” I read out with only one person image in my head as I read this answers out.
“Oh my God,” I thought in my head and dropped my phone on the bed.
“But I hated him,” I whispered to myself, sitting on the bed dumbfounded.
“In the past, you liked him,” My subconscious said.
“How’s that even possible?” I asked no one in particular, thinking about everything the internet said and comparing it to what I have been feeling lately.
So I grabbed my phone again and searched. “Can I hate and like someone at the same time,” I waited for it to load, and then the answers were displayed on my screen almost immediately.
“You can experience love and hate at the same time, can be common amongst siblings, family, friends, and even amidst romantic partners,” I dropped the phone on the bed again.
“Does this mean it’s true? That I like him? Mr. Tristan?” I thought to myself confused when things suddenly took that turn. When did I sail from the boat of hate to that of love, I chuckled.
I remembered my mom’s words, about how she thought she hated Dad but actually liked him. I smiled recalling what happened in my room earlier with Tristan. I have never felt that way in my life. It was intense, it was sensational and I was ready to completely submit myself to him.
Tristan had such a hold on me that I might lose myself and be consumed by him willing.
“What am I going to do now?” I thought as I realized my feelings towards him.
” I like Tristan Dominic,” I said and chuckled happily. But what if he didn’t feel the same way, but if I’m all alone in this, I thought scared.
“So what do I do now? How do I make him like me?” I thought happy and sad at the same time, as I rose on my feet going to have the breakfast he brought for me with a smile on my face.