Tristan wanted to ignore the old man but then Claire suggested that he better at least go answer his call to ascertain what the issue was. She reminded him that she after all would be waiting for him and had other things to do. Tristan thought about it for a bit and then got off. After getting a little bit to the part of being presentable, he stalked away angrily ready to question the old man for daring to interrupt his moment of bliss. He had just gotten to the door with his frenzy of a temper when he stopped and turned to her flicking his finger as though he had remembered something suddenly.
“Do not leave this room Claire. I mean it.” he said
“Definitely sir. I would be hear even when you return.” she said smiling at him from ear to ear.
Seemingly satisfied with what she said, he then made his way out of the room. As he stepped out and closed the door behind him, Claire could hear him demanding to know what it was Alfredo wanted and the older man asked that he followed him instead as Tristan did not return.
Claire as soon as he was gone from the door area suddenly embraced the pillow he had been resting his head when she came in that morning. It had his scent and she breathed it all in as she pressed her face to the pillow more and more. How she had missed him in their short moment of drifting apart which Claire did not want to happen again. She had realized just how much she loved Tristan and how much she wanted to keep him beside her. Claire hugged the pillow as a tear now dropped from her eyes when suddenly she recalled the celebrity he had been frolicking with and the thought that the two must have spent their times together on the bed she laid now on. Anger fuelled her veins as she started sniffing around the bed for the other feminine scent. Claire did not want to stop yet she could not understand why she was acting that way. Tristan obviously had played his games when she had been away and now he had gotten her back just in time before she could play hers. She could not really catch much of any other scent except the dominant scent of a man that had been laying on the bed. Claire felt a little relief. She waited a little and then recalled she was topless and started putting on her bra that had been tossed aside and then her shirt. It would have been a blissful moment for them had the interruption not come so sudden.
She was getting bored waiting for him now and stood up looking around the bedroom. She went from there to the bathroom and then to the closet where the towels and the rest were being kept. She was only relieving the old thoughts especially of the night when she had lost it to him with all gladness. She knew there was absolutely no one better then Tristan Jenkins to have handled her the way he had unless it was Jake. Too bad now that she had to start drawing up comparisons between the two of them as she felt really bad for Jake and guilty towards Tristan that she was thinking of another man even when she was in his chambers. But there was absolutely no denying the fact that Jake was too important an entity to be tossed aside or forgotten. Claire went back to opening drawers as she was getting really excited when she opened a particular drawer and her eyes darkened instantly at what she found. She could not believe he had left those in there unless he clearly was going to keep bringing back Janet. It was a woman’s lingerie and even a spare bra. Claire felt really angry.
Clearly to her it was seeming like he had not wanted her back really. His celebrity lover was obviously somewhere doing her job and to kill all forms of boredom, he had to bring her back to play second fiddle with. There clearly was every possibility that he was only toying with her emotions and even more possibility that he would be tossing her aside again. Claire frowned and then closed the drawer before going away from there and heading for the door as she reminded herself that she was merely a maid in the place and that is what she should be tending to as she had duties to perform. She blinked away the tears threatening to leave her eyes and was just about opening the door when it opened it himself. He saw her and gave her a cocky yet suggestive smile.
“I thought we agreed that you should wait till I return and why are you dressed?” he asked her as he made to enter.
She saw that she could walk away from the little space he provided as he stepped inside.
“Well I am sorry Mr Jenkins but I must attend to my chores.” she said and made to walk away.
“Mr Jenkins?” Tristan muttered after her and then he suddenly noticed that she was almost leaving the room when he hastily caught her by the hand and pulled her back inside. “Wait a dang minute lady.”
“Sir my chores.” she said
“And I said wait. What is happening Claire?” he asked her looking really confused
“Nothing. I just happened to know my place.” she said and made to pull away from his grasp but he only held her tightly, drew her into his embrace and using his heel to kick the door close.
Once again, Claire was trapped with him inside his room. Tristan led her to the bed side and asked her to sit but Claire refused which prompted him to make her do it himself. He grabbed both her shoulders tenderly and then forced her to sit. He looked at her and then asked that she told him what it was that had happened and yet again Claire said there was nothing.
“Oh please spare my all those sentiments woman, you need to start speaking now.” he said to her
“Or what?” Claire asked him
“Or I would make you. You know I do know how to do so right?” he asked her as he brought his face closer to hers.
Claire found herself swallowing hard as she tried her best to keep her from leaning forward and giving him a kiss. He was just there before her looking heavily tempting and all that she needed do would be to pucker up her lips and lean in to cover the little space between them and she would be tasting his lips. But no, she was not going to be patronized this time around. She glared at him and turned away her face from him.
“I must go sir.” She said
“Oh not again with this formality trend Claire. What have I done? Was it because I left? I can explain that you know. All you need do is ask.” he said
“This has absolutely nothing to do with you answering Alfredo. But then you really want to know what is happening?” she asked him
“You know damn right that I most certainly want to.” he said
“Then check the lower drawer and tell me when she’s coming back.” she said bitterly
“When who is coming back?” Tristan asked
“Just check it Tristan.” she said.
At least in her frustration she had called him by his name as she should. Tristan said that was much better and then he turned away to check whatever it was that was in the lower drawer. Even before he could grasp the handle and pull, he already knew that whatever was in there had everything to do with Janet. He was only wondering what in the world she had forgotten there as he made it clear that she would never be coming back to his life. She certainly wanted to ruin everything about him. Tristan pulled open the drawer and then he saw what was hurting Claire. He had not believed that such a thing was still there in his room or home in general. He did not say anything more nor did he bother to close the drawer as he went straight to Claire looking very apologetic about as he held her in his arms in a really tight embrace. Claire tried to fight it by putting up a little struggle but Tristan held her still until she ceased her troubles and struggling except that she would not hold him back which he could understand also.
“Claire you know I love you right?” he asked her as he still held her in place
“Or you love your celebrity more.” she pointed out
“Stop it. I have zero feelings for Janet or any woman. I just want you Claire.” he said
“Yet you keep her stuff as a reminder or trophy? Perhaps because you would be bringing her back again.” Claire said
“Hell no.” he said breaking the embrace to look into her eyes intensely as he held both her shoulders. He needed to make this as solemn as it should be as he could not really deal with anymore drama from her. He had just won her back and was not prepared to loose her again. He would take an oath for her to prove it to her that he was not playing games anymore. Tristan already knew that he was in love with Claire but then rather than feel threatened as he used to in the past, he actually felt a lot at ease with the thought of being in love with her.
“Claire listen to me. Janet is history please. Those items must have been forgotten in a frenzy but she would never show her face to us again.” he said
“Us you say… can I ask you a question?” Claire asked
“Anything and I would answer.” he said to her
“Did you sleep with her in this room?” Claire asked looking around the room and squeezing her face like she could actually feel the presence of Janet.
This was clearly a trap and Tristan certainly was not going to boldly walk into it. She obviously was seeking more and other ways to get on his nerves or if possible pick a fight with him. It was his fault but he would not let whatever was fuelling this anger towards him win. Hence he decided that instead of an answer, he suddenly grabbed her into his arms and held her tightly in his embrace as he kissed her on the forehead reassuringly.
“Oh Claire, I am sorry for everything.” he said.
She still was not done. She looked up at him now.
“So you did then did you not?” she asked him.
Although he was more guilty than she would ever be, Tristan actually faced great temptation at asking her too about the man he saw her kissing. But he would not do that as that would be him raising an hailstorm rather than calming down everything. He did not avert his eyes from hers when he responded to her.
“Claire, the past is in the past I promise.” he said and before she could say anything else he had leant in and kissed her ever so passionately. She could not even break it as she too had missed this feeling. At first Claire had wanted to fight him away and make it stop but suddenly she relaxed and let him take the lead. Tristan smiled within as he had successfully calmed the degenerating situation from earlier. He kissed her a lot more exploring her mouth with his tongue as slowly he started making her to lay on her back on the bed as he came on top to keep up kissing. He had been careful enough not to break the kiss as a hand propped him in place while the other found the binding of his robe and undid it. Tristan’s eyes had darkened.
His robe now open exposed his bare chest but he did not care to take it off. He wanted her to get bare underneath him which was when he started with the buttons on her shirt slowly. He had only broken off kissing her momentarily when one of the buttons would not come undone but barely a moment to waste after he had looked at it that he had to return to give her a quick kiss.
Tristan helped her out of the shirt and then undid her bra by sliding his hand behind her. Then he took off one strap and then the other exposing her beautiful bosom he had been forced to leave earlier after the interruption from Alfredo. Looking at her beautiful skin, he swore within him that he would not be disturbed this time around as he sunk in to cup one breast and suckle at its rosy bud.
How much he had missed her.
Tristan went from one nipple to the other fondling her breast lovingly. He looked up at a point to see she had closed her eyes. Clearly she was enjoying this and he loved how she looked. He started tracing an invincible line downwards her torso and getting to her navel area, he kissed her there as his hands found the button and zipper of her jeans. Tristan had them come undone as he slid off the thick fabric for her and stopped to admire his lady. She laid there in her panties and was looking at him while he admired the crafty work of art on his bed. He smiled at her devilishly as he pulled her till she was at the edge of the bed, slid off her panties and had her fold her legs for balance.
She was beautiful and he had missed her so much.
Tristan took off his robe but left his PJs short on as he knelt down before her womanhood, raised one of her legs over his shoulder and drew her closer to him as he delved hungrily to feast on her.
Claire let off a gasp at the sudden sensation but that wore off into moaning as Tristan worked her with his tongue and his thumb rubbing the peaky flesh of her womanhood. He was out to pleasure her and show her just how much he wanted her. He worked his way in and out of her honeypot nonstop and his thumb working their malicious duties until she started rocking her hips. Release was coming her way and he was not about to stop now. Instead he continued by increasing the pace of his thumb on her peaky flesh and his tongue in and out of her honeypot.
Claire was gradually climbing in a rhythmic tempo she could not understand. She continued rocking her hips until it started feeling like she was floating in space. It was getting closer, the pleasure drawing her straight to orgasm. And then it happened, jerking her and causing her to shake and pulsate. Claire had lost control but only when he suddenly stood up and slide down his pants, standing naked and fully erect before her that she knew her full transfer into the sinful harmony had just begun. Slowly he came to position himself between her legs that were still shaking from the release she had just gotten over earlier.
Tristan smile and then sank his flesh into her totally dripping wetness as she gasped in pleasure.