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Authors: Claudia Burgoa
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don’t want a title, but I do want to kiss him whenever it pleases me, wherever it pleases me. As of today, not even my family knows about my current situation. I can’t stand omitting that part of my life anymore, but I’ve been doing it for him.
“What’s wrong, babe?” AJ responds with a question. I try to relax, but the moment her green eyes get that red rim of doom around them, I know she caught me thinking about him. “What did he do to you?”
“Who?” I try my best to fake ignorance, but I know it’s futile to even try. This is AJ.
“You’re sleeping with Tristan, aren’t you?” My chin hits my chest. There’s no way I can deny it. She reads me like an open book. “That’s what you’ve been hiding from me. I knew it, I flipping knew it. Why the hell are you hiding it?”
I remain silent because she’s not going to like the answer. AJ fought my parents for years because they hid their relationship. My sister can’t and won’t allow them to hide it ever again, and I know she’s going to have a hard time understanding why I can’t . . . Fuck, not even I understand why I’m doing this anymore. The thrill and novelty of doing him is gone. Yes, I like when we’re together. I enjoy him, but is it worth pushing myself to become someone I don’t like?
Maybe not, but I can’t analyze that shit right now.
“It’s complicated, AJ,” I respond with the weakest, most stupid words I can find.
AJ opens her arms, and of course I can’t help but step inside her protective hug and let her take some of the pain that’s building inside my chest.
“Get out of whatever you two are having before you fall for him, because he’s going to hurt you,” she says in a low voice. “I’m here for you, Mattie. We all are. You don’t need someone who doesn’t love who you are and can’t be honest with himself.”
My sister’s words pull the corners of my lips upward. She knows me too well, and she’s right. No one will put me in a situation I don’t feel comfortable. “Don’t worry, AJ. I don’t have feelings for him so it’ll be easy to terminate our rendezvous,” I tell her, all the while pretending my chest isn’t hurting. Maybe in the end that’s what will have to happen, but of course, I don’t want to lose my friend. If I do this the smart way, I should be able to keep him.
Right?
S tepping inside the building where I took residence eight weeks ago, I give a short nod to the doorman who receives my car keys. Home. So much different from the house I own in Santa Monica. Or the house where I grew up where everything my mother owns belongs in a museum. This is a modern structure of glass and steel that at night makes you feel as if you’re part of the sky. As I enter the elevator, my phone vibrates.
“Father.” I pick up instead of sending him to voice mail like I would prefer. With him it’s useless. He’ll call again and again until he reaches me.
“Tristan. You didn’t call over the weekend. Your mother worries.”
Sure, she worries because she lost her grasp on me and my social life. I love the woman. She’s my mother. I just can’t handle talking to her too often. Listening to her rambling about what’s happening in her social circle, begging me to head back home and take over the company. Or marry Victoria Hudson, the heiress to Hudson Advertising Corporation. A company my father would love to acquire by marriage. I have no interest in either: Victoria or the company.
“Father, I’m busy. Can you get to the point?” I press my head against the cold glass and close my eyes.
“I want to confirm your attendance.” I open my eyes, staring at the murky evening, hoping that lightning will strike and I’d forget his fucking call. “We have a board meeting this Thursday and your brother is getting engaged over the weekend.”
Engaged? To whom? I have to talk to him. Sounds unbelievable that Mother let Lucas marry his high school sweetheart. She hates her because she
“What’s wrong, babe?” AJ responds with a question. I try to relax, but the moment her green eyes get that red rim of doom around them, I know she caught me thinking about him. “What did he do to you?”
“Who?” I try my best to fake ignorance, but I know it’s futile to even try. This is AJ.
“You’re sleeping with Tristan, aren’t you?” My chin hits my chest. There’s no way I can deny it. She reads me like an open book. “That’s what you’ve been hiding from me. I knew it, I flipping knew it. Why the hell are you hiding it?”
I remain silent because she’s not going to like the answer. AJ fought my parents for years because they hid their relationship. My sister can’t and won’t allow them to hide it ever again, and I know she’s going to have a hard time understanding why I can’t . . . Fuck, not even I understand why I’m doing this anymore. The thrill and novelty of doing him is gone. Yes, I like when we’re together. I enjoy him, but is it worth pushing myself to become someone I don’t like?
Maybe not, but I can’t analyze that shit right now.
“It’s complicated, AJ,” I respond with the weakest, most stupid words I can find.
AJ opens her arms, and of course I can’t help but step inside her protective hug and let her take some of the pain that’s building inside my chest.
“Get out of whatever you two are having before you fall for him, because he’s going to hurt you,” she says in a low voice. “I’m here for you, Mattie. We all are. You don’t need someone who doesn’t love who you are and can’t be honest with himself.”
My sister’s words pull the corners of my lips upward. She knows me too well, and she’s right. No one will put me in a situation I don’t feel comfortable. “Don’t worry, AJ. I don’t have feelings for him so it’ll be easy to terminate our rendezvous,” I tell her, all the while pretending my chest isn’t hurting. Maybe in the end that’s what will have to happen, but of course, I don’t want to lose my friend. If I do this the smart way, I should be able to keep him.
Right?
S tepping inside the building where I took residence eight weeks ago, I give a short nod to the doorman who receives my car keys. Home. So much different from the house I own in Santa Monica. Or the house where I grew up where everything my mother owns belongs in a museum. This is a modern structure of glass and steel that at night makes you feel as if you’re part of the sky. As I enter the elevator, my phone vibrates.
“Father.” I pick up instead of sending him to voice mail like I would prefer. With him it’s useless. He’ll call again and again until he reaches me.
“Tristan. You didn’t call over the weekend. Your mother worries.”
Sure, she worries because she lost her grasp on me and my social life. I love the woman. She’s my mother. I just can’t handle talking to her too often. Listening to her rambling about what’s happening in her social circle, begging me to head back home and take over the company. Or marry Victoria Hudson, the heiress to Hudson Advertising Corporation. A company my father would love to acquire by marriage. I have no interest in either: Victoria or the company.
“Father, I’m busy. Can you get to the point?” I press my head against the cold glass and close my eyes.
“I want to confirm your attendance.” I open my eyes, staring at the murky evening, hoping that lightning will strike and I’d forget his fucking call. “We have a board meeting this Thursday and your brother is getting engaged over the weekend.”
Engaged? To whom? I have to talk to him. Sounds unbelievable that Mother let Lucas marry his high school sweetheart. She hates her because she
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