during sex he was perfect. She loved every second of being with him. From the moment he finished, another man took his place. Turning to look at Tristan she started to ask him questions. If he was determined to stay in her life then she had a right to know his reasons for everything.
Chapter Seven
“Why did you push me away every time after we had sex?” Vicki asked. Tristan cursed and moved closer to her. Her hands were filled with shards of the mug Zoe had broken. Zoe had told him about the alcohol Vicki had been consuming lately. He didn’t like it and intended to put a stop to it. Vicki wasn’t going to get rid of him. She wanted him and his love, and now she would get all of him. “I pushed you away because I didn’t want to hurt you. I figured I could give your body what you needed but not let your heart get involved.” Tears were filling her eyes. He saw the dampness of them and cursed again. Why did he have to be the person to hurt her? He hated it. For once he wanted to see happiness on her face and he be the cause. “Your plan failed. All you ever did was hurt me and make me feel like shit.” She wiped at her eyes. “Fuck! Why am I always crying around you? I hate being like this with you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.” He took her hand even when she pushed him away. Tristan held onto her hand. “I never expected to be right about everything. I thought what I was doing was for the best. I saw how much I was hurting you, but you kept coming back.” And Vicki did. The harder he pushed the more she seemed to be around. He turned one way and she turned another, and they always ended up together. Pulling her in close, Tristan stroked her cheek. Her darker blonde locks fell down her face in waves. “I swear to you, Vicki, I’m going to do everything in my power to protect and look after you. You’ll want for nothing. All I ask from you is you give me time to prove it to you. I promise I can be the man you need.” “It sounds to me like you’re begging,” she said. “I am begging. I don’t beg for anything, but I’m begging you. Give me a chance.” Tristan saw she was close to giving in. Running his fingers down her stomach he stroked her delicate flesh. “When I heard you’d lost the baby I went home and cried.” When he’d found out about the baby and the missed opportunity he’d cried for a long time. There wasn’t a day gone by when he didn’t think about what their baby could have meant for them. “I’ve always wanted to be a father, Vicki.” “Please, stop.” “No.” He tilted her face up with a finger under her chin to gain her attention. “I’m not going to stop. Being married was the biggest mistake of my life. Kate means nothing to me. You mean the world to me.” Leaning in close, he brushed her lips with his own. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how important you are to me.” Letting her go, Tristan walked over to the far cabinet above the sink. He moved some of the cleaning products out of the way and grabbed the bottle of whisky. Opening the cap he poured the expensive liquor down the sink. “What are you doing?” she asked. “You don’t think I see the vicious circle you’ve got yourself locked inside? One drink will lead to two.” He placed the bottle in the recycle trash can then went to the fridge. Taking out the bottle of red liquor Zoe had told him about, he emptied that one down the sink. While Vicki had been shouting from the kitchen her friend had voiced her concerns to him. His woman wasn’t going to be an alcoholic, not on his shift. He’d do everything to stop her from slipping down that spiral. Vicki was going to get his undivided attention. “And two drinks will lead to three. I remember a time when you didn’t even have beer in this house. You saw what alcohol did to your customers at the bar. I’m not letting you fall down, Vicki. We both lost a baby, and I accept your