CHAPTER THREE- From Heat to Hell

Tristan’s pov

I cleared my throat, breaking the moment.

Damn. She knew exactly what she was doing, every glance, every word, every sway of her hips. I’d always suspected Charlotte was attracted to me, but I never imagined she’d be bold enough to act on it.

And yet, here we were.

She stepped closer, slowly, confidently, the corner of her lips curling into a wicked smirk. My breath caught, my heart beating just a little faster.

“You always get what you want, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and teasing.

I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked with hers. “Only when it’s worth the risk.”

There was a charged pause, then she knelt in front of me, deliberate, elegant, unbothered by the line we were both about to cross.

She looked up at me with those green eyes and whispered, “Then take what you want.”

Heat surged through me. This wasn’t just physical, it was power, temptation, surrender. And as her fingers grazed the edge of my belt, I knew this moment would change everything.

The way she touched me, the confidence in her movements, it was overwhelming. She knew exactly how to drive me crazy, and in that moment, I wished I hadn’t waited this long. Something was intoxicating about a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

I let out a strained breath, gripping the edge of my desk as the heat between us surged.

She looked up at me with fire in her eyes, and I knew we were far from finished.

She was in awe of the size of my dick. I knew she liked what she saw.

She carefully wrapped her tongue around my dick.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and held her neck gently with the other.

I stood up and watched her. The way her mouth moved on me was enough to make me lose control. Every time I pushed deeper, I felt my body get tighter, the pressure building fast.

She looked up at me as if she knew she had me. And she did.

Just as I was about to let go, I released into her mouth, and she didn’t stop. She swallowed it all like she was made for this. That moment? It made me want her even more.

She stood up, calm and confident. I turned her around and bent her over my desk. No games, no delay. She was ready, and so was I.

As I shoved my hard dick into her wet, dripping pussy, she let out a soft moan.

“Please… don’t stop,” she whispered.

I reached forward and pulled her bra aside. Her breasts were just the way I liked them, heavy, soft, full, real. I turned her over and kissed her breast, biting lightly, tasting her skin.

She opened her legs wider on my desk, and I gave it to her the way I knew she wanted it. Every stroke made her moan louder, her voice shaking, her fingers gripping the desk like she couldn’t hold back.

She was tight, warm, and perfect. I stared into her eyes as I was throbbing her insides, and she locked her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. Her arms held onto my shoulders. We kissed, rough and deep, like we both needed it more than air.

“Tristan… I’m about to cum,” she whispered, breathless.

I could feel her body shaking under me. Her back arched, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she let go. The way she came, raw and real, nearly pushed me over the edge again.

We both stood still for a moment, catching our breath. I fixed my clothes and cleaned up my desk as she quietly got dressed.

“That was wild,” I said, still breathing hard.

She smiled, adjusting her skirt. “Yeah, it was.”

She headed toward the door, then stopped and looked back at me.

“I’ll be in my office if you need me, sir,” she said with a smirk.

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying, like she knew exactly what she’d just done to me. Damn. That was unexpected… and unforgettable.

A few minutes after Charlotte left my office, my dad walked in.

“Good day, sir,” I said, standing up to greet him.

“Good day, my son. I heard you were able to close the contract with the start-up company,” he said.

“Yes, Dad, you’re right,” I replied.

He looked at me with so much happiness and pride.

“I’m very proud of you, son. But that’s not why I’m here. I have something important to discuss with you,” he said.

I looked at him, surprised but pleased. It was rare for my dad to come to my office, especially with his strict personality, but whatever he had to say seemed urgent. I guessed that was why he came in person.

“Sure, Dad. Please, have a seat,” I said.

He sat on the chair across from me, and I sat back down too.

“You know Louis Gael, my very good friend?” he asked.

“Yes, Dad, I remember him. Mr. Gael is a good man and has always been a loyal friend to you. What’s wrong with him, Dad?” I asked.

He paused and stared at me in silence for about two minutes.

“Dad?” I called out to him.

“He’s going bankrupt… and I’ve offered to help him out before someone else buys his company,” my dad finally said.

“Okay… that’s thoughtful. I’m sorry he’s going through that. But is that all? It seems like you still have something else to say,” I replied.

“You are going to marry his only daughter, Louise Gael.”

I froze as I heard those words come out of his mouth.

My father was a very strict man, and you dared not oppose him. I knew right then; I was done for.

A husband? Me? Getting married?

It was never part of the plan. But since it was coming from my dad, I already knew I didn’t have a choice.

The office fell silent for five long minutes.

Then my father looked at me and said firmly,

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. We’ll be meeting with the Gaels in two weeks. Get prepared.”

He stood up and walked out of my office.

I sat there, still in disbelief.

Married? Me? Now?

Arghhhh.