Isabella
“Your grumpy attitude isn’t going to stop me,” I told him, as I did my makeup on the floor using his mirror. There wasn’t a vanity in Tristan’s room, he just had a work desk, so yes I was on the floor trying to get my makeup done.
He promised to move a few of my things in here, so until then I’m just going to have fun, this way.
“I don’t want to go,” He said in an almost crying tone, still covering himself with the duvet.
“Don’t test me, Mr. Tristan Dominic, you better get your ass off the bed and her ready,” I half yelled at him and immediately he got off the bed.
“Yes ma’am,” he said and walked to the bathroom fast. Well, today was Saturday, and I wanted to send our gifts to Tristan’s family.
I mean we could ask someone to do that, but I wanted to do it in person. I needed him to have a good relationship with everyone, or at least have people around him just in case something happened to me.
Yeah well, I’m trying not to have any negative thoughts, but same time I wanted to be inclined toward reality. And truthfully, there’s a probability that things might go south, or not as we planned.
While Tristan was still bathing, I walked into our closet to pick my outfit, I decided to help pick Tristan’s outfit too. So I Picked a coffee brown zipped sweater for him, with white linen pants.
“This is good,” I looked at it a bit conflicted before dropping it on the bed. I decided to let him decide on his own, and then move to pick out my fit. I picked a white-colored turtleneck knit dress, I paired it with a brown leather hono bag, and a brown boot.
I walked out of the room, and Tristan was already done bathing. He was wearing the outfit I brought out, making me smile.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t like it,” I told him, and he laughed.
“Are we matching again,” he stared at my outfit and I blushed.
“I love it,” He wore the sweater, and hugged me from behind, while we stayed there for a second smiling and staring at ourselves.
“You look beautiful,” He told me, and I blushed.
“I’ve got to brush my hair,” I pushed him away, picked my brush from his drawer, and then brushed it. Once I was done I followed Tristan into the closet, he was picking a fragrance and once he was done I picked the same bottle of perfume he had chosen.
“What?” I said noticing he was staring at me as I sprayed it all over me.
“Why are you even using mine?” He asked me.
“I just want to smell like you, okay,” I told him and turned around to leave when he pulled me by my hands.
“What did you say?” He pushed me to the wall already, his breathing hitched, as he looked at me.
“I want to smell like you,” It came out in a whisper, and immediately he kissed my lips. He kissed me aggressively, as his hands went under my kind dresses, lifting my legs to his waist, and tongues rolled over each other.
“Hmm,” I moaned softly, my hands wrapped around his neck, as the kissing continued. His hands moved from the wall and pulled my hair while his other hand rubbed my thighs making me feel those tingly sensations. I was getting out of breath, but it didn’t seem like Tristan has had enough of me yet, he thrust his tongue, nibbling and sucking my lips until I could barely keep up. Noticing that he slowly pulled away, biting my lower lips so that I could taste the metallic liquid in my mouth.
” I fucking love you,” He said and use his tongue to brush my lower lips, while I just stare at him intensely as I was freaking turned on.
“Come on, let’s go,” He said and pulled me, but I clenched my legs and still rested my back on the wall.
“Muffin,” he called out, noticing I wasn’t moving.
“Give me a second,” I shut my eyes and folded my legs hoping I’d calm down soon enough, but I could already feel the wetness in my panties.
“Oh my! Are you?” Tristan burst out into laughter, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger towards him.
“You’re horny,” there he said it, still laughing and I was hoping the grounds would open so I could just put myself into it.
“You did this to me,” I pointed out in frustration, while he chuckled, trying to hold his laughter.
“Stop laughing,” I screamed, at him.
“Okay okay. But we could fix that, muffin” he walked towards me and I eyed him.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” I glared at him.
“What? I’m just trying to help you,” He raised his hands in surrender and I groaned getting off the wall.
“Fuck you,” I said and walked away while he laughed.
“I know you want to muffin,” he said following me. God, I’m already dreading this moment, and Tristan is making it worse.
“Muffin, wait up. Are you sure you’re good now?” He yelled rushing to meet up with me but I ignored him.
“You’re driving,” I threw the car keys to him. I had collected it from his driver and gave it to him.
“Muffin,” he groaned but I didn’t even answer him and got into the front seat, and waited for him.
“Have I been punished for something?” He asked and got into. I’m glad he caught up on it.
“Okay I’m sorry for teasing you,” He apologized immediately after he got into the car, but I kept my buddy by applying my lipstick instead of answering to him.
“Let’s go, Tristan,” I said simply and closed my eyes.
“Great I’m being punished because you were horny,” he said but I held it in and ignored him.
“How is that my fault? Why would I even do that on purpose?” He kept on talking while driving, and heck was he getting on my last nerve.
“I offered to help you but you left,” that’s it I’m not going to deal with his adult tantrums anymore.
“Enough Tristan, can you not talk about this anymore? I’m embarrassed as it is,” I said as calmly as possible to him, with hope that would be the end of that conversation.
“But there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you have a hot husband, so?” He said
“Oh my gosh, not him making this about himself. This man was going to be the end of me,” I sighed heavily, not saying anything to him.
“Isabella,” He touched my thighs and I slapped his hands away.
“What! I can’t touch you now,” He stated amused.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? ” I turned to stare at him, and he smiled
Of course, I am,” He looked at me with a big smile and then turned his head back on the road.
“Whatever,” I muttered and folded my arms.
“How long till Aunty Diane’s house?” I asked.
“We are here,” He said and honked at the gate. He spoke into the camera outside the gates, and instantly it was open. He drives inside and parked the car in front of the house before turning off the engine.
“Let’s go,” He grabbed the gift from the backseat and we both got out of the car at the same time.
“This place is huge, and pretty,” I stared around, as we walked to the great door.
“The Campbells are rich,” He looked around too, and followed the Maud who came to welcome us into the house.
We sat in the living room, Tristan was on his phone, while I held the present tightly waiting for Mrs. Campbell’s arrival.
“Tristan,” She looked pleased seeing us as she climbed down the last few steps on the stairs.
“Hello Aunty,” He greeted her, and she engulfed him in a hug.
“Isabella, you look stunning,” she said and opened her arms to me, and I got in while she hugged me warmly.
“I can’t believe you visited me,” She looked so happy, as she sat on the single sofa.
“What can I get for you both? Wine? Water anything please,” She said already Inisiting.
“A glass of water is fine,” Tristan said and I was glad he didn’t refuse.
“Get them a glass of water,” She instructed a maid.
“How have you been Aunty?” I asked nervously.
“I’m good, thank you, Isabella,” She responded.
“And how is marriage life?” She looked at us smiling.
“Amazing,” Tristan said and missed my palms when our glass of water arrived.
“Thank you,” I said and took a sip from it.
“So what brings you here?” She looked curious.
“Well, we bought you a little gift from our trip,” I stood up and handed the bag to her.
“Really?” She gasped a bit shocked.
“Yes, I didn’t know what to pick from, and I hope you like it,” I said nervously watching her bring out the perfume from the bag and smile.
“Wow, you thought of me,” She held her chest smiling.
“Thank you so much,” She hugged me lightly, while I walked back to my seat.
“You’re welcome, and mind you it was all Isabella’s idea,” Tristan said with pride, and I hit his legs a little.
“Of course, because you’re a big meanie,” His aunty joked and we all laughed. We chatted a bit before we headed out. She promises to send our regards to Claire and Leonard when they get home.
After that, we drove to Uncle Trevor’s house, and thankfully Brett wasn’t around. Uncle Trevor welcomed us warmly and appreciated the gift. He also told me stories of Brett and Tristan, and how they always fought each other, but at the same time took care of Leonard and Claire.
“So you and Brett, it’s a love-and-hate relationship?” I asked him as we were driving off to grandfather’s house.
“Forget whatever Uncle Trevor said?” He didn’t look too happy.
“Why? Don’t you want to fix your relationship with Brett?” I asked him.
“Because he knows if Brett crosses the line, I wouldn’t spare him,” He didn’t look at me and drove.
“Tristan,” I tried to touch him, but he shifted uncomfortably.
“Let’s get to Grandpa’s house,” He stated causing me to sigh.
“Was this just being a business rival? Or is there more to the Brett situation?” I thought silently…