LOGINNoa sat at the table, having dinner with Tristan and Ethan. The whole contract thingy felt surreal to her. Ethan and Tristan kept glancing at each other from time to time. If humans could communicate telepathically, they would've been having their usual banter. With Ethan giving him a million reasons why he can't let his small flame with Noa escalate.Tristan knew Ethan was only looking out for him. And if anything, he owed Ethan his life, for being the closest thing to a family to him and for always having his back.Tristan knew himself. It was easy for him to get emotionally attached to a person. He could also be very clingy and ever always dreamed of being in a happy family, with parents and siblings or a wife and children. But he had none. He knew that he'd fall deeply in love with Noa if he didn't have Ehan to advise and talk sense into him every minute.Two weeks, one woman. No love, just sex.It sounded too structured. Like none of it was real but it was so real. She was seate
Tristan paced the living room of his penthouse, with a glass of champagne in his hand. He was restless since Ethan left to go meet with Noa at her workplace. He knew for sure the bastard was intentionally declining his calls to raise his blood pressure.His heart skipped when he heard the door push open and Ethan walked in. “You bastard! Why weren't you picking my calls?!” He shouted and shoved Ethan's shoulder.“Exactly because of this.” Ethan said and walked past him into the lounge. He poured himself a glass of champagne and sat back on the sofa, relaxing.Tristan walked towards him exasperated.“I declined your calls because I didn't want to be under any sort of pressure. It was embarrassing enough that my phone rang every five minutes while I was talking to her” Ethan said and took a loud slurp of his drink.“Don't irritate me man. Tell me the outcome of your meeting with her already.”“Well. I met her and took permission from her superior to see her privately. I introduced mysel
Tristan sat in the lounge of his luxurious penthouse with Ethan. They were both dressed casually playing chess while drinking champagne. Tristan was always better at chess than Ethan and barely ever lost to him but at the moment, he was a sore loser as Ethan beat him three times in a row. “And… checkmate!” Ethan shouted and gulped the drink down his throat before clapping and throwing his fist in the air to celebrate yet another victory.Tristan pushed the inside of lower lip with his tongue and nodded in defeat. He gulped down his own drink and placed his glass on the marble stool beside the sofa.He was distracted and it was so irritating because it was coming in the way of everything he tried to focus on. He knew he wanted her again. He had her once and he'd be deceiving himself if he said it was enough for him. It wasn't love… he thought. He just wanted her for the sexual pleasure he could derive from her. And so he made his decision. “I need you to find her for me.” He said a
Noa left Tristan's apartment very early. She checked out of the hotel and went back to the place she dreaded to call home.She stood with her hands crossed over her chest listening to Rodney give his cock and bull explanation and apology. She waited for him to finish and told him it was okay. Rodney was shocked that she didn't complain or cry or even curse at him as usual. They hugged and carried on like nothing ever happened. But Noa knew she was done with Rodney—emotionally, physically and even mentally. She was only just coexisting with him.Noa had work that same day and her shift was from ten in the morning to two in the afternoon. She sat in the bus, resting her head on the glass as her mind drifted back to the man she had a one night stand with. He was everything she wished Rodney was. Caring, a gentleman, clingy, knows his hand placement…She hadn't had sex in a while as Rodney was either never in the mood or had body aches at that exact time. She wondered why she kept on forg
Tristan turned in his bed and hugged tighter on what he thought was the girl he hugged all night to sleep. He dragged her closer into him but she felt like a heap of feathers—fluffy and weightless.He blinked multiple times to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room then looked down at his arm, hugging his pillow tight into him. He lay still for a bit, trying to recover his memory. Did everything he felt last night actually happen in reality or was it all a dream? He looked around for any signs of her when his eyes landed on his assistant, Ethan, who stood by the tv console with a file in his hand and a phone in the other, staring at him like he had just risen from the dead.“What are you looking at?” Tristan asked him as he sat up and leaned his back against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.“I have so much to ask you. First of all, good morning. I'm sure…” Ethan said, staring suspiciously at Tristan, “...you had a wonderful sleep”“I did. You look like you di
Tristan was still running his hand in Noa's hair when she raised her knee up a bit, grazing into his painful erection that was pressing against her vagina. He held his breath and stopped stroking her for a few seconds before resuming.She pushed his chest back a bit so she could look at his face. And he looked down at hers. Realization that one of his hands rubbed against her bare back. He stopped everything he was doing but didn't move his hands off her body.Her face was more puffy now but Tristan found her extremely beautiful regardless. Her hazel eyes bore into his like he was gazing into beautiful complex layers of brown wood. She on the other hand took in his almost perfectly handsome looks. He was fully dressed so his body wasn't exposed like hers.Tristan felt the urge to kiss her. He didn't know why but he wanted to. To taste her plump pink lips. He tore his gaze from her eyes then to her lips and back. His dick jerked at the thought and Noa didn't miss it. She didn't miss hi







