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The distance from Tristan was killing me. I didn’t hear from him and he didn’t try to call I tried calling him twice, but his cell was switched off. I wasn’t sure what should be my next move. I was in a situation that I wouldn’t have wished on my archrival.. On one hand, it was Stephen and his real dad, and on the other, it was Tristan. Tristan was the real thing I’d found in my life, even more real than Gerome. What should I be doing right now? Carrie wasn’t any help; she thought I should be with Gerome, the real father, and that it would help Stephen in his future life. She was right, but my heart wasn’t going to listen. I knew I had no feelings left for Gerome. He wasn’t a nice man when he was with me and I loathed him then. He was the reason I’d become a drug addict and he’d brought only misery to my life.
“That’s it. I’m going to meet him and clear things up. I’ll just ask him what I should do,” I muttered to myself and called Carrie.
“Carrie, can I drop Stephen at your place for couple of hours? I have an urgent meeting with my lawyer,” I said without asking her anything. Lying was the only option I had. I couldn’t tell her that I was planning to meet Tristan; she would have stopped me right there .
“Hmm, yup, why not? Just bring that sweetheart over and I’ll look after him.” She giggled.
***
Fifteen minutes later, I was driving to Tristan’s house. The traffic was loud and dense, but my mind was wrapped in all the possibilities of meeting him again. I was wondering how he would treat me. Accept me? Or just reject me? Why is it so hard to think about refusal? The thought of him rejecting me sparked a pain to the core. No, I can’t let that happen.
My heart was pounding faster as I got close to Tristan’s home. I parked my car a few blocks away from his home. I wanted to give him a surprise. I might try to sneak into his house, like the old way. A smile covered my face from ear to ear. The thought of seeing him again was exciting and breathtaking, especially after the last sex we’d had.
“Oh, Tristan, you are driving me crazy now.” I’d never been so horny in my whole life, but after meeting Tristan and experiencing how amazing sex could be, I’d automatically changed. And I like it.
I walked fast. I wanted to meet him, hug him and taste his lips, smell the familiar muscularity and declare that Gerome’s arrival hadn’t affected our relationship.
But none of it happened. I stood frozen before I could reach his main gate. A petite girl was walking out of his front door. Her clothes were scattered and her hair messed up, like a hooker come out of a car after having sex.
It was Trisha. What the hell is she doing in Tristan’s house and why is she looking like that. Another face appeared out of the door. It was Tristan, with a beard. He grabbed Trisha’s arm and hugged her tightly.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. Why would Trisha come out of Tristan’s house early in the morning and why would he hug her with affection? Nothing seemed right in between those two. But in just two days? Tristan never looked like a player, but seeing the real him opened my eyes to the truth.
Why, Tristan? Why? I wanted to burst open the door and ask him why he did that to me, why he betrayed me. He didn’t even ask me once. And I was battling with my own dilemma, either to choose my husband or him. I was trying to be on his side when that bastard was enjoying a one-night stand with his receptionist.
I turned back with eyes flowing. My heart was throbbing, like somebody had just pierced a knife in my heart. I wanted to sit on the ground and cry until I passed out, but my legs kept walking until I reached my car. I got in, somehow. It wasn’t me anymore, I was walking like a robot. But I couldn’t control it anymore. I rested my head on the steering wheel and let it out completely. I just couldn’t bear the thing I’d just seen. It was devastating and
The distance from Tristan was killing me. I didn’t hear from him and he didn’t try to call I tried calling him twice, but his cell was switched off. I wasn’t sure what should be my next move. I was in a situation that I wouldn’t have wished on my archrival.. On one hand, it was Stephen and his real dad, and on the other, it was Tristan. Tristan was the real thing I’d found in my life, even more real than Gerome. What should I be doing right now? Carrie wasn’t any help; she thought I should be with Gerome, the real father, and that it would help Stephen in his future life. She was right, but my heart wasn’t going to listen. I knew I had no feelings left for Gerome. He wasn’t a nice man when he was with me and I loathed him then. He was the reason I’d become a drug addict and he’d brought only misery to my life.
“That’s it. I’m going to meet him and clear things up. I’ll just ask him what I should do,” I muttered to myself and called Carrie.
“Carrie, can I drop Stephen at your place for couple of hours? I have an urgent meeting with my lawyer,” I said without asking her anything. Lying was the only option I had. I couldn’t tell her that I was planning to meet Tristan; she would have stopped me right there .
“Hmm, yup, why not? Just bring that sweetheart over and I’ll look after him.” She giggled.
***
Fifteen minutes later, I was driving to Tristan’s house. The traffic was loud and dense, but my mind was wrapped in all the possibilities of meeting him again. I was wondering how he would treat me. Accept me? Or just reject me? Why is it so hard to think about refusal? The thought of him rejecting me sparked a pain to the core. No, I can’t let that happen.
My heart was pounding faster as I got close to Tristan’s home. I parked my car a few blocks away from his home. I wanted to give him a surprise. I might try to sneak into his house, like the old way. A smile covered my face from ear to ear. The thought of seeing him again was exciting and breathtaking, especially after the last sex we’d had.
“Oh, Tristan, you are driving me crazy now.” I’d never been so horny in my whole life, but after meeting Tristan and experiencing how amazing sex could be, I’d automatically changed. And I like it.
I walked fast. I wanted to meet him, hug him and taste his lips, smell the familiar muscularity and declare that Gerome’s arrival hadn’t affected our relationship.
But none of it happened. I stood frozen before I could reach his main gate. A petite girl was walking out of his front door. Her clothes were scattered and her hair messed up, like a hooker come out of a car after having sex.
It was Trisha. What the hell is she doing in Tristan’s house and why is she looking like that. Another face appeared out of the door. It was Tristan, with a beard. He grabbed Trisha’s arm and hugged her tightly.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. Why would Trisha come out of Tristan’s house early in the morning and why would he hug her with affection? Nothing seemed right in between those two. But in just two days? Tristan never looked like a player, but seeing the real him opened my eyes to the truth.
Why, Tristan? Why? I wanted to burst open the door and ask him why he did that to me, why he betrayed me. He didn’t even ask me once. And I was battling with my own dilemma, either to choose my husband or him. I was trying to be on his side when that bastard was enjoying a one-night stand with his receptionist.
I turned back with eyes flowing. My heart was throbbing, like somebody had just pierced a knife in my heart. I wanted to sit on the ground and cry until I passed out, but my legs kept walking until I reached my car. I got in, somehow. It wasn’t me anymore, I was walking like a robot. But I couldn’t control it anymore. I rested my head on the steering wheel and let it out completely. I just couldn’t bear the thing I’d just seen. It was devastating and
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