She slept for a really long time out of exhaustion and Tristan got tired of wanting to see her open her lovely eyes. He also wanted a bath together but she was fast asleep. A bright thought crossed his mind and it was that she probably would be hungry and he needed to fix her breakfast. A special one after all that had happened through the night. Claire was naked on the bed with the duvet lying underneath her butt exposing the perfectly formed halves of a whole that had him feeling all hard all over again. She was doing things to him and he needed to think straight. He got off bed and got into the restroom to brush up his teeth and wash his face. When he returned, she was still sleeping but had rolled into another position causing the duvet to get further down and then the dark stain caught his eyes. It suddenly dawned on him that he had been the one to introduce her to her first sex just when he was beginning to doubt her innocence thanks to the man from the club and her getting drunk. Thinking now about that man made him made all over again that he wanted to smash his hands into that face all over again. Tristan wondered what would have happened had he dismissed it as lovers brawl after a drunken night out and what would have become of Claire. The bastard probably would have had his way with her and then strangled her to death to cover his tracks. The thought of that sent cold jitters down his spine as he just could not think about such things happening to her. She was his woman and he knew he would have continued blaming himself for the rest of his life had that been the case.
Being the protective man he was, he went over and brought the duvet up and covered her properly. She sighed and muttered in her sleep. He could have sworn that he heard his name and thought that perhaps she was thinking about him and about what had transpired between them both. That being sorted, Tristan picked up his phone and headed out of his room downstairs. As he came down, there were two maids giggling and he barked at them to be quiet. He would not have anyone interrupt Claire’s beauty sleep. He got to the kitchen just as his phone started ringing. At first, he thought it was the doctor but when he saw the name on the screen, he frowned deeply. What on earth did the actress actually want from him that she was calling him the second time in about a week. He just hoped she had not come to jeopardize his loving time with her bad energy. At this point, all her splendor meant absolutely nothing to him not even how graceful she was. He had come to realize that the best things were not always those showed on the big screen. Some best things were actually naive and hidden underneath a shy gait and looked like Claire. Nevertheless, he took the call and with a hoarse voice demanded to know what the matter was before she even said a word. He had asked what she wanted. She paused a little. Just brief enough to rethink her strategy obviously before starting again to coo im his ears on how he had left her to the hands of the tigers and lions of the world.
Tristan demanded that she gets to the point and she started her blabbering on how her directors and producers were keeping her overly occupied with roles. Women, Tristan thought within as he found what she was doing actually petty. It was obviously the kind of life she wanted and her dream come true. Knowing Janet, she was competitive about roles and attention. These were two things she cared about to an extent when she would create a clout chase whenever she feels people were beginning to see less of her and deny having a hand in it. It was her way to keep the train rolling and getting the ride of her life. Obviously, the reason she was making these complains to Tristan was because she wanted his attention and care. He was not a man for such trivialities and did all his things straight to the point. Tristan demanded that she speaks up to her directors if it was getting suffocating and not bother him with matters he had nothing to do with. She chuckled and he realized his mistake. He should have given her the empathy she demanded and get it over with but now, she had a ticket to keep on blabbing on how she wished she could really but that would mean the end of her career certainly. Now, Tristan was pissed.
He asked if she was done speaking as he had other things to attend to and she muttered about not having his attention. When he said nothing to her, she knew better and stated her purpose. It started with the usual lines on how she missed him so much that she had accepted a deal for a commercial at Norman just to be with him for a while.
“You did what?” Tristan demanded.
Janet began her explanations and talks on how she was well aware that he also was missing her and had been considerate enough to get a way around so they could be together. Tristan was angry, she was doing things of her volition without consulting with him and knowing Janet, she would make it all about herself. This was just shortly after he had found peace in a girl. Perhaps his past was coming around to ruin and jeopardize what he felt he had. He decided not to argue with Janet but asked her when the commercial would be happening and she said in two weeks. That was enough time to get herself ready and Tristan told her simply that he would get back to her on it. Janet of course was not satisfied of convinced by his words but she had to go off when she saw his insistence. She probably would go review her arsenal on more ways to make him hate the day he approached her. It was all supposed to be fun and no strings attached which she had agreed to but as time went by, it was beginning to seem like she was pressing herself into any little space she finds in his life. She wanted in by all means and he wanted out.
Tristan’s phone began buzzing and he swore thinking Janet had come up with a plan already. He looked at the screen and found that it was the doctor. Apparently she really apologetic for calling all too soon but she needed his help that moment. Her ride was yet to arrive and she was already late for her lecture. In other words, she wanted him to come pick her up. That could be settled easily.
“I’ll send Alfredo over.” he said
“Was hoping you could come yourself.” she said
“Doctor do you need a ride or not?” he asked angrily now.
She chuckled over the phone.
“Oh I’m pulling your legs. Send Alfredo over.” she said.
Without waiting a single moment, Tristan hung up his phone swearing he would not stare at his phone any longer than he needed to fix Claire breakfast. He sent for Alfredo and gave him instructions to go take the doctor to wherever she was going and prepare and ride that would take her back home as he needed him back as soon as he dropped her off. Alfredo nodded and turned to leave.
“And Alfredo, do zip your mouth.” he called after him.
Alfredo knew exactly what he meant and smiled as he made an invincible mime display of a zip across his mouth. The old man left and Tristan set down his phone and got into kitchen business. He made certain to check things he had stocked in for the perfect breakfast for Claire. He had no idea why but he was putting so much effort into making it special for her. By the time he was done, he felt proud of what he had come up with as he dished it out artistically for her. Once done, he started for his bedroom and entered just as she was sitting up. Claire saw him and pulled the duvet up to cover her naked beasts. He smiled, she really had to get used to him.
“Good morning sir… sorry Tristan.” she greeted nervously
“Breakfast.” he said as he set it beside her
“I should wash up.” she said to him
“And let it get cold. Do not worry, we would wash up after.” he said
“We…?” she asked in almost a whisper
“Eat up Claire.” he said
“What about you?” she asked
“Just eat.” he said.
She pulled it closer careful not to let go of the duvet as she tasted it. The delight in her eyes when she did caused a member of his parts to jerk into life.