Tristan’s POV
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I saw Elona posing with Mr Monroe, her teacher. That was inappropriate and it hurt me. She is choosing her teacher of all people. Are they more than just student and teacher? Is that why she doesn’t want me? She needs to hear me out. I want her back. I was dying just seeing them together posing intimately. I will have a word with Austin about this. He has to think about Elona’s schooling career. She has a few months left and all of this cannot go down the drain because of her teacher.
As they finished, I walked over to her, “We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t,” she said with annoyance.
“Please,” I begged. I held her gaze, I was fucking desperate at this point. “I just want you to hear me out about what I have to say.”
“I’m not interested in what you have to say. Can I move on in peace?”
“With him?” I looked at Mr Monroe with disgust. She shrugged, “Elona, I need to talk to you as it is urgent, I will not lose you to another man without you having to hear what I have to say.” I begged, this young woman would let me suffer and fight for her.
“I. Don’t. Care. I want to get changed and go home. Alone.” she looked at me sternly.
“Please,” I felt like I was on the verge of fucking crying for goodness sake, this is not me.
“Well, Mr. Luca has some sort of thing against you, and he wanted me all to himself so that he hurt you or something. I refused, so whatever you did to him and whatever is going on between you two, I don’t want to be part of it. Sort it out yourselves,” she hissed, and then she walked away from me as I took in what she just said. I’m fucking confused.
I never did anything to Austin, he just runs this agency in my building. What the hell is his game? I noticed that Elona was too far away already for me to catch up with her, but I knew where to find her and that was in her dressing room. Mr Monroe and Maxime were having some sort of issue, but I ignored them as I walked towards the hallway. I needed to know what this was about with Austin.
I walked past Elona’s dressing room, and then I got to Austin’s office further away. I opened the door, not giving a shit about knocking. He was sitting behind his desk, typing away on his laptop. He looked up at me. “Ah, Tristan, lovely seeing you here, what do I owe the pleasure?” he smiled as I closed the door behind me and I moved closer to him, stopping in front of the desk.
“What is this that you have something against me? You won’t use Elona to do your dirty work, so what is it? What have I ever done to you?” I asked.
“Have a seat, and then I will tell you all about it,” he continued to smile as if satisfied.
I pulled a chair out from the desk and I took a seat, “So, what is it?” I pressed.
“Well, you have destroyed my life since I was a kid. My mother and father never wanted me, and then dear old dad and mom, Susanna and Chris took me in when I was only four. It was just the three of us against the world. I was loved and treated well. I got things that I never expected. I loved them… I had a family. For years, we were inseparable. Susanna couldn’t have kids and they adopted me. Then, as the years passed, and I turned fourteen, she finally fell pregnant with you.” I was taken aback, my parents never told me about a foster brother that I had.
“Those are lies, they would’ve told me,” I said. It had to be lies.
“It’s not lies. You came along, and you took everything away from me. I guess you only know the good side of your dear old loving parents. They threw me away as if I no longer mattered to them, and you were everything that they had ever wanted. I was given away to an older lady who barely managed to keep a roof over our heads, but she took care of me. I struggled my way into getting modeling gigs, becoming a model, and then working on this agency. You took all of my happiness away, and you got everything that I wanted. Do you think that I’m just going to sit back and let you get everything you worked hard for, whether or not it’s from inheritance?”
“So, you were hacking into my business,” I glared at him.
“I have some skills but not to that extent,” he shrugged, “And if that worked, then good. You have to feel what I went through,” he was getting serious. “You lost some things in your life and I guess that is karma for you.”
“Don’t you dare bring up my loss when it was my wife, my unborn child that I lost in an accident! I was lied to by a woman who said she was pregnant with my child, so don’t think I will believe you that easily. I didn’t know shit about that situation, so why is it that I’m suffering? I never knew you existed, I still think you’re lying,” I stood up, “If you think that this is a game, you will get what’s coming to you and keep Elona out of your fucking schemes,” I hissed before walking out of his office.
I needed to contact my parents about this. I haven’t seen them in a long time, but I need to know if this is all true. If Austin is playing with me and really just wants to destroy me for whatever reason, I won’t leave it here. I do believe I have a case against him when it comes to my business.
I was fuming yet again, and this was not what I had ever expected coming from Austin. Why didn’t he just say it to my face from the beginning when Elona started here? Or when he started working out of my building? I need to do research on him too. Perhaps there is something more about him on the internet. He owes me money for what he stole from me. If he thinks that he can get away with it, then he is mistaken, he doesn’t know who he is dealing with.
I reached Elona’s dressing room door, she will hear me out whether she wanted to or not. I opened the door, not even knocking, I stopped in my tracks as both her and Mr. Monroe looked my way while she held her loose hair over one shoulder, her back facing towards him. As he stood behind her, his hands were on the top part of her dress, it was halfway from being completely unzipped.
I glared at them, my heart clenching as if I was going to have a heart attack. This is not what I ever imagined I would see, she is hurting me, and it is working. She is clearly moving on, and I don’t like him one bit. Either way, I cannot stop my wrath because this is the final straw with my calmness.