Tristan’s POV
Ivory has really been messing with my head. Her beautiful face, those delicate small lips of hers linger in my mind. I still remember the softness when I kissed them on the wedding day. I crave to feel them again, pressed against my rough ones. It's maddening how a simple kiss could mess with my thoughts like this. How did this small girl get such a grip on me?
Usually, women try so hard, harder to catch my attention, but they never could. Yet Ivory, without even trying, has me wrapped around her finger, more than anyone else ever has.
I have been battling these urges that are really hard to control towards her. I have been trying to stay far away from her, knowing if I don't, I might do something I shouldn't.
I'm speeding towards the suite to grab this crucial file. It's strange—I've never forgotten something so important before. I thought setting the honeymoon in Greece, I could bury myself in work at the branch there instead of having a girl distract me. But here I
