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Tristan heard glass shattered and his heart started to race. He opened the car door in a hurry and ran to the front porch, before rushing inside the house… He walked through the short hallway and was now in the living room and there she was being choked by Mr. George, his father.
“Let go of her, ” He yelled and pushed his dad away. His hands slapped his dad’s hands away as he staggered backward, while Isabella fell to the floor losing consciousness.
“Isabel, Isabel,” he shook her body but she didn’t even flinch making him brush his hands in his hair frustrated.
“Oh pray nothing happens to her, else I’ll kill you and burn you and your precious house to the ground,” Tristan wasn’t joking, those weren’t empty threats at all. He pointed at his father as he said those words frustrated.
“Muffin,” he whispered and shook her body but she didn’t make the slightest movement, so. Immediately he rushed back to the car, grabbed a bottle of water, and spilled a little on her face, calling out her name.
Mr George left the scene, he excused himself while Tristan tried to revive his wife. Isabella had gotten into his head.
He was so unhappy, and angry with her, that all her words replayed in his head from the first thing she said until Tristan arrived.
How dare she? He punched the air frustrated. He looked over his window and watched them drive out when he grabbed his phone dialing someone’s number.
“Follow Isabella Colin and give me updates,” He said and ended the call with a smirk on his face.
Isabella
“Isabel? Isabel,” I felt water on my face, as I heard a voice from a distance. I slowly opened my eyes and behold Tristan was in front of me, causing me to smile a bit.
“Thank God,” He sighed in relief and helped me up, and when I stared around, we were at Mr. George’s house.
“What happened?” I held my forehead when I slowly started to recollect.
“Where’s your father?” I said in a low to me.
“He’s not my father,” he yelled and pulled away from holding me while I staggered.
“Jesus Isabel,” He said and held onto me before I fell to the floor again. I tried to look around the room but he wasn’t there.
“Tristan, where is he?” I could barely say.
“We are going back home,” He said and carried me in bridal style back into the car. He laid me in the back seat and immediately got into the driver’s seat before driving off.
*Evening time*
I turned around with my eyes shut, noticing the soft surface I lay on. I slowly flutter my eyes open trying to adjust to the light. I yawned and opened my eyes again this time fully, staring around the place. I smiled and sat upright, when I realized I was home, and precisely in Tristan’s room. I looked over at the sofa in the room, and there he was sitting on the side and staring at me.
“Good you’re awake,” he stood up abruptly and left the room.
“Tristan,” I called out but got no response from him.
“Tristan,” I got out of the bed and ran out of the room in an attempt to catch you with him. But he didn’t slow down but just kept going down the stairs.
“Ouch,” I faked it, and immediately he halted. I shrieked again hoping to get his attention, but I guess he caught up on what I was trying to do and continued to walk away.
“I’m sorry love,” I said and ran downstairs, where I found him grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“I’m sorry,” I stood in front of him, but he didn’t even glance at me.
“Hear me out please,” I said to him, but he was adamant and just carried on without me.
“I think we both need our space,” he stated and went to the living room, leaving me stunned.
“He wanted space, but there’s no way I am listening to anything he said. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, I’ll do things my way,” I thought and walked to the living room.
“I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you first, I’m sorry I went behind your back, I’m sorry I put myself in danger, I’m sorry I made you worried,” I say on the floor facing him as I said all of this, but he did not glance at me, neither did he respond to what I said.
“Please Isabella, I want to be alone right now,” He stated, and took his hands away before I could reach for them.
“What do I do?” I thought and watched him walk to the backyard, making me sigh. I left the living room, took my shower, and thought of what to do when a crazy idea popped into my head.
“God I hope I don’t embarrass myself by doing this,” I sighed…
A few hours later, I had covered myself with the duvet and closed my eyes tightly pretending to sleep, when Tristan walked into the room. He faced me from where he stood and sighed before going to have his shower.
Underneath the duvet, I wore a silk bathrobe and there was nothing else. I heard the shower stop running and immediately I pulled the duvet and kneeled on the bed spreading my legs as I pulled the bathrobe down, exposing my breast.
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Tristan came out of the shower clad in his towel which he tied around his waist. He stood frozen immediately he stepped into the room at the sight in front of me. Isabella had one hand squeezing her breast, and then she had her fingers in her vagina. “What a sight!” He thought.
He was pissed off with her and had decided he wasn’t going to spend the night in the room.
“Hmm,” Isabella smiled staring at his eyes, then at his chest, as she bites her lips, squeezed her boobs, and thrusts into her vagina throwing her heart backward.
“Fuck,” Tristan cursed inwardly, feeling himself already getting hard at the sight in front of him.
“No, I wouldn’t be seduced by her,” He said to himself, turning around to leave when Isabella moaned his name loudly making him halt.
“This woman would be the death of me,” He mumbled and turned around taking a step forward towards her…