The silence that ensued after their little brawl was intensifying and Claire busied herself with looking out the dark windows. Tristan had tinted windows and she did not see all she wanted all thanks to the night. Her mind went off to her father especially on what he might be thinking and if he actually believed she was safe. She asked for her phone and after a little hesitation, Tristan fished it out of his pocket and handed it to her. Claire smiled a brief smile he did not notice obviously as she took it and opened the phone. There were obviously no more missed calls which meant he had it all covered for her but then she wished to see the text he had sent her dad. Claire looked at it but obviously could not make anything out of it. Curse her dyslexic. The few words that made a little sense to her were not enough to convey his message to her. Obviously she was not in anyway going to ask him to tell her what he had sent. He would only tease her to go through it since she took the phone. She could not let him know about her dyslexic condition also. She wished she had simply asked what he had sent but knowing Tristan, he would still toss the phone over to her. She breathed in and out.
“Thanks.” Claire said to him
“For what?” he asked her
“Helping me out.” she said
“I had no idea it was you when I did.” he answered honestly
“I know. Thanks anyways.” she said and looked away to the outside parts.
Tristan turned to look at her briefly and he smiled. He had her all rallied up and he liked it. He wanted to put up the steam within her so he could carry out all he had plotted in his head. He still wanted to ask her why she had gone out drinking all by herself that morning but restrained himself. He would very much not want anything to do with such arguments at the moment so it would not change his mood obviously. He watched her for a while as and then smiled. She was just too adorable to be left out all by herself and he was somewhat glad she was in his establishment. He turned away now so she would not notice how he was staring at her and looked up ahead as Alfredo drove the car.
On her own part, Claire had a lot on her mind. She wondered how she must have reacted or had she just passed out straight away when he had seen her with Matthew. She still could not believe that a man that had been so nice to her would think such evil thoughts against her. Perhaps now she had proven to Tristan that indeed she was a dumb blonde. If only he knew she was the dumbest of the entire lot then he would certainly not be nice to her any much longer. She was probably also going to miss out on the outing with Andrew and his friends but that was the least of her worries. It was all about what had been happening when she last was at Tristan’s place, how much she loved it and wanted it yet how scared she was it was going to happen. Tristan reassured her but now she suddenly started feeling the heat despite the car ac being turned up. She felt hotness in her cheeks as she thought about what he had done and started blushing. The guy was something else when it comes to her and now he was taking her to his house. Claire was anxious. She wondered if she should tell him to take her straight to Danielle’s instead but remained silent. It was not until they were entering his compound that her heart tempo increased greatly. It was way too late for her to go back now. They got off the car and headed inside with Tristan walking with both his hands in his pocket as he moved. There was no smile whatsoever on his face but she really could not tell if there were any in his eyes as she was behind him.
Getting inside, Claire stood in the sitting room and he turned to look her over. Asking her to follow him, he led her to his bedroom where she was very much reluctant to enter the room. He went inside without saying a word to her and returned with a cloth bundle which he pushed to her.
“Change into this.” he said
“Where can I…” she began
“There.” he said jutting his jaw towards a room adjacent to his own. Claire swallowed but dared not protest. She turned away feeling his gaze on her as she walked and entered. She was lucky enough to hear him tell her to come downstairs to the kitchen whenever she was done. That was all as she slammed the door behind her. Her blood was heating up and her heartbeat had increased. Claire walked over to stand in front of the big mirror in the room to look at herself. Earlier when they had been going to the party, she swore she looked damn gorgeous but now she was a shadow of all the. Her makeup was smeared and she looked like one running from a hunted house. She would need to take a quick bath before she shows herself down the stairs. She entered the bathroom and started off with warm water, washing her hair in the process. It felt really good and refreshing even as her dizziness and aftermath drunken effects fazed away totally. Claire finally dragged herself out wrapping herself in a towel as she struggled to dry her hair. When it was seemingly much better, Claire went over to open the cloth bundle he had given her and met a shocker. There was no shorts and she had just washed her panties. It was a simple white polo that had his peculiar scent about it that he had given her and she felt stranded. For moments, she stood there not knowing what to do about the entire situation. Question on her mind was if he had forgotten by chance or had he done it all intentionally. Claire was flustered but then in the end she managed to put it on. Looking at the mirror, she had never been more uncomfortable wearing a cloth. It looked cute on her and would pass for something if she was all alone as it hanged around her thighs. She was certain that if she makes a turn and bends, anyone could see her private part. She decided she would be self cautious and maybe ask him for some shorts much later. She started out of the room walking awkwardly as her hands tried holding the cloth to her sides. This was really something and she made it to where he scent for her. Something delicious caught the air and she found that she was really hungry suddenly. She entered the kitchen and gasped, for a while minute, Claire stood there perplexed at what she saw.
Tristan Jenkins was making her meal totally shirtless exposing his perfect herbs. He only had shorts on. White shorts to be precise that gave off the air of a romantic couple doing their thing together. He turned as he set out the milk glass for her and then omelette before her. Slowly, he looked up at her razing her with those intense gaze. His coy plan had worked out perfectly and he was right. She looked absolutely good in his polo. In fact, he had to swear that she rocked it better than he could ever.
“Sit Claire.” he said to her
“Oh…” she said shaking her head and came to sit
“It’s almost 4am now, so I would say this is breakfast.” he said passing her a fork.
A fantasy come true for her. Tristan Jenkins, her celebrity crush had just made her breakfast. This had to be the most wonderful dream she would rather not wake from yet. Claire took the fork and started eating shyly as he watched her keenly. She could tell his gaze on her that she ended up stuffing herself with the entire omelette. She started eating but suddenly got herself choked up on the meal. Coughing now as she patted her chest, it burned. Such an embarrassing way to show appreciation for such a nice meal. It really was delicious and she knew this as what he termed his quick breakfast package on television.
Tristan of course was more than eager to help out as he was instantly beside her and rubbed her back until she freed her mouth of the excess content. He then passed her the milk which she took and gulped until she felt much better. She then looked at him with shy eyes.
“I’m sorry.” she said
“Do not apologize. Wait, you got something…” he began as he raised her face in his palm to look her in the eyes.
Claire blinked shyly but what she was waiting for escalated into something else. Tristan leant closer, licked the milk moustache and then started kissing her.