Chapter One.
Tris.
"So what are we having? Whiskey? Soda? Wine? You look like a wine person, do you need a minute? The bartender asked me , as i settled into an empty chair.
"Any chance i can get a cosmo?" i asked looking around,it was a little too quiet for a Friday night.
"Nope, but i have all the hard stuff."
"Make it a shot of Jack Daniels." i said looking around the empty bar. Its a little past midnight now. And that's when i spotted him. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He had tattoos that slide all the way up to his shirt sleeves, his shirt was purple in color which complimented his skin well.
He was about ten feet away from me, but there was enough light that i could see his eyes as they slowly dragged over my body without revealing a single thought. This guy holds his cards well.
I though to myself as I caught him lick his slips slowly, such a guy move!
The bartender came back to me with my drink and I lost concentration of the guy i was watching watch me for a moment.
When I looked back up, he was standing up and looked like he was about to leave.
I could now see his face clearly, he had a beautiful face to look at.
His hair was fluid like his movements. Long, dark strands that hang in his eyes and moved whatever direction he moved. He didn't touch his hair once the entire time I was watching him, even though it was in his face. He just let it get in his way, but then he would flick his head every now and then. I watched him as he disappeared slowly and I was left there alone with my thoughts.
As soon as the bartender walked away and gave his attention to someone else, i took the shot of tequila and closed my eyes and cried because life can be so fucking cruel and hard. I had wanted to quit living for the longest time now, but then moments like this reminded me that happiness isn't some permanent thing we are all trying to achieve in life. It's merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are substantial enough to keep us going.
I took a joint from my bag and stepped outside on the patio of the bar. It took me a second to realise the man, the beautiful man with thick hair was standing at the ledge of the patio. He let out a rush of air, as if seeing me had him actually holding his breath. I couldn’t help how unfortunately cute he was upclose.
No, cute is an insult actually.
This guy was beautiful, well manicured, and smelled like money, he looked to be several years older than i was. His eyes crinkled in the corner as they followed me, and his lips seemed to frown even when they weren't as he took me in. I could tell he was the type of guy that people respected and were easily impressed by. I took a hit of my joint as he continued to watch me.
Tony.
The girl from the bar stepped into the patio with a joint in her hand. She looked fearless in that moment. She didn't see me at first, until she took her firat joint and our eyes locked as she was freely blowing out the smoke.
She slowly stepped into the patio hesitantly, like she was unsure and she stood firmly next to me. Suddenly my whole body felt trapped. I could almost smell the arousal in the air as she continued smoking right next to me.
But it wasn't just her feminine fragrance that reached hlme, her body was divine and the dress she was wearing was doing it justice.
She looked divine. Especially blowing out smoke through her nostrils, unbothered by the world around her.
Her pale blonde hair was sleeked back from an elfin face, vivid green eyes were surrounded by thick eyelashes and that awful lipstick she had been wearing only moments ago in the bar had been nibbled away now revealing dark, full red lips, lips that were almost too plump for her delicate face, and i found myself wondering if she had, had some work done on herself, for not a single line marred her pale features, her delicate, slightly snubbed nose absolutely in proportion to her petite features. She was certainly a woman who took care of herself. Her eyes were heavily made up, her hair fragranced and glossy clearly the sort of woman who spent a lot of time in the beauty parlour.
Perhaps a few jabs of collagen had plumped those delicious lips to kissable proportions, maybe a few units of Botox had smoothed the lines on her forehead,
I thought as i found myself scrutinising her face more closely than i had a woman’s in a long time.
A very long time.
I knew that it was wrong to be staring this hard, to be feeling this stir of lust for a woman i had never met before , a woman whose name i didn’t even know. A woman who was smoking cigarettes so publicly.
A woman who wasn’t my wife.
Chapter Two. Tris. The strangely sexy man watched me smoke for a while, like I was some piece of art. Unable to continue standing there in total silence, I cleared my throat and turned to fully face him. "Is it a woman?" i threw a question at him to get the attention off me. "Did she break your heart?" He looked at me, like really looked at me. Something in his eyes sparkled, and I could almost see a grin. His eyes meet mine, and he just stared at me. I have never seen eyes as intimidating as his, maybe i have, but his seemed darker attached to his beautiful face and intimidating presence. He didn't answer my question right away, he took a sip of his beer, then laughed a little. Even his laugh was sexy, the kind of laughter that seemed genuine and echoed. "What makes you think my heart is broken and by a woman?" He leaned onto the wall so that he could now face me. "Oh, oh am sorry, I don't judge whichever gender you are into. But if am being honest, you don't seem like the typ
Chapter Three. Tris. I shouldn’t have been so nervous riding a private elevator up to a penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue. The sight of high ceilings and prewar architecture wasn’t new to me, and really, it was all to be expected from a man who seemed to own damn near everything. And the coveted his anxiety as he watched for my reaction.His home was as beautiful as the man himself. It was sleek, modern, and cool. His private space was warm and sumptuous, filled with antiques and art anchored by gorgeous Aubusson rugs laid over gleaming hardwood floors.“It’s…amazing,” I said softly, feeling privileged to see it. But again he brings all his women back here so it was no priviledge really. “Come in.” He tugged me deeper into the apartment. He led me through the living room and down a hall to his bedroom.“Wow,” I breathed when he flicked on the light. A massive sleigh bed dominated the space, the wood dark which he seemed to prefer and the linens a soft cream. The rest of the furni
Pregnant. Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over my skin as i settled on the bench just a few blocks from the apartment I shared with my best friend Chloe. I shivered even as the sun’s rays found my tightly clenched fingers, the heat not yet chasing away the goose bumps. A bright blush chased the chill from my cheeks as i remembered the night in question, the night we met and how hard he had fucked me before we were interrupted by his wife. He had a wife, the thought came back to me again, I was pregnant for a married man. After the fateful night, we never exchanged contacts or names, I had no idea who he was and neither did he. But now I was carrying his child. He had made love to me countless times, murmuring to me in Greek warm, soft words that had made my heart twist during that fateful night. I remembered as I clenched my legs together remembering how my body responded to his touch. I had no money, I could barely take care of myself ho
Tris. Tris tilted the margarita glass to her lips and took a long swallow. Tartness collided with the salt, exploded on her tongue, and burned through her blood. Unfortunately, not fast enough. She still had a shred of sanity left to question her actions.The violet fabric covered book beckoned and mocked. She picked it up again, leafed through the pages, and threw it back on the contemporary glass table.Ridiculous. Love spells, for God’s sake. She refused to stoop to such a low. Ofcourse, when her best friend, chloe, cast her own spell, she had been supportivea nd cheered her actions to find her soul mate.But this was completely different. Tris cursed under her breath and stared out the window. A sliver of moonlight leaked through the cracks of the organic bamboo blinds. Another evening gone. Another disastrous date. The demons threatened, and there was no one here to fight them back until dawn.Why did she never feel a connection? This last one had been charming, intelligent, and
Tony. The sun looked pissed off. Tony stood outside by the waterfront property and watched the perfect disc struggle to top the mountain peaks. A fiery mingling of burnt orange and scarlet red rose, emanating sparks of fury, killing the remaining dark. He watched the king of the morning proudly celebrate the temporary win and for a brief moment wondered if he would ever feel like that again.Alive.He shook his head and mocked his own thoughts. He had nothing to complain about. His life was just about perfect. The waterfront project neared completion, and the launch of his family’s first U.S. bakery would seize the place by storm. He hoped.Toby gazed out over the water and took note of the renovations. Once broken down, crime ridden marina, the Hudson Valley property revealed a Cinderella transformation, and he had been a part of it. Between himself and the other two investors, they had sunk a lot of money into the dream and Tony. believed in the team’s success. Paved stone pathways
Tris. It was quite a long way from the kitchen to the office, especially when one was carrying a tray holding two tea cups, a pot of tea, milk and sugar, but Tris was used to it. Her small, slight frame belied her strength just as her soft, feminine features belied her nature. She pushed open the door of the outer office, which was hers, noticing with a frown the heavy masculine topcoat flung carelessly over the spare chair. Nick , her boss, often had visitors, but very few of them wore coats like that. It was wool, and expensive, meticulously tailored and lined in silk. Tris put down the tray, wondering about whether to give up her own cup for the visitor, when she realised that the inner door was not quite closed. "Well, you will have no problems with the job, of course," Nick was saying. "Not after working on the last project." "Which, I take it, means I could have in other areas."Although the man"s voice was faintly muffled, there was no mistaking its hard inflexibility, and
Tris.The two men emerged from the office, and Tris darted a quick look at Tony's shuttered face. It told her nothing. When they had gone she stared unseeingly at her typewriter, ignoring the over flowing "in" tray, her mind racing frantically in circles as she tried to think of a way of ensuring that she need never set eyes on Tony Blake again. There wasn't one, of course. Not unless she gave up her job, and that was impossible. In a more buoyant economic climate she might have done so, even if it meant taking a drop in salary, but to take the risk in the middle of a depression would be extremely foolhardy. She needed her salary. Every penny of it. She closed her eyes, shivering suddenly with cold. The office door opened and she jerked upright, her face paper-white, but it was only Matt Dyson, one of the sub editors. It was the joke of the Globe that while Tris gave every other male the cold shoulder, Matt Dyson, the original worm who never turned, was her only male escort. "Is so
Tris. It was after seven when Tris stepped wearily off the bus at the end of her road. There had been a last-minute panic necessitating recall of an article and she had worked late to help Nick get the crisis sorted out. The adrenalin flow which had helped her through the day had abated, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted. Her feet dragged as she walked up the tree lined avenue. It had been a perfect spring day, and now as long golden shadows fell across the pavement the last liquid notes of birdsong filtered sweetly through the air. She had a long way to commute, but she had particularly wanted a house with at least some pretensions towards being rural. She knew North London wasn't fashionable and people raised their eyebrows when they discovered how far out of town she was, but the house had a long back garden, which was enclosed with hedges and boasted half dozen wizened apple trees, and in the spring when they were in blossom and the cherry trees flowered along the suburb