Chapter 5

TRISTAN

This is a dream, right? I'm certainly dreaming because this can't be right. I have a feeling that the Smith family dad is talking about is Ryan's family, but I ignore it. They are not the only Smith family in America. But right now, I wish that I listened to my instinct. Well, I don't have a choice. I don't want my baby sister's life to be ruined so I take her place. Dad said they won't mind same sex marriage. The late old Mr. Smith was gay and he married a man. I figured out that I can do it. It's just one year and everything will be over. Dad said that it might not even reach one year. He will try his best to raise the money in a few months.

“Wow, you have such a very beautiful son,” Mrs. Smith says with a gleam. I gulp, blink, and turn to her. She has a beautiful smile on her face. She has the same brown hair and green eyes as Ryan. Apart from that, there's not much resemblance. But looking at Mr. Smith, I can see where Ryan got his look. Even old age can't hide his beauty.

“I'm Samantha Smith, Ryan's mother.” She turns to Mr. Smith. “This is my husband, Charles Smith. It's nice meeting you.” Mrs. Smith takes my palm and kisses the top. I force a smile. She looks sweet. I might as well not act like a bitch.

“I'm Tristan,” I mutter, my throat feeling scratchy. I'm trying to act normal, but l can't help it. My head is trying to process everything that's going on here and it feels like a storm is going on in my mind. I'm still hoping that this will turn out to be a dream because there's no way I'm getting married to Ryan Smith. Someone I thought that I will never meet again. I don't even want to think about last night.

“I think it is settled then. We will tell you when we fix a date for the wedding,” Charles says with a blank expression. Unlike Samantha, he has no smile on his face. He looks like the serious type. I hope he's not an asshole like his son.

Wait ….Wedding? Of course wedding. Yeah, I know this is what I signed up for but that's when I didn't know that my husband to be is Ryan. Right now I feel like I'm having a panic attack. I don't see myself being in the same space with Ryan for God knows how many months.

I still have time to stop this. There's no way I'm getting married to Ryan. I know the marriage will last for a few months but I still can't handle the thought of getting married to Ryan. I can't stand him. I hate him. But there's no way I can stop this. This is a situation where I have no choice.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Tristan, I think you and Ryan should have alone time, to get to know each other. We have some things we would like to discuss with your parents while we wait for dinner. She turns to Ryan, and I don't miss the way her smile flatters a bit. “Ryan, show Tristan around the house.”

“Of course,” Ryan says with a smirk, his eyes on me. I gulp down as I try not to look at him. I want to protest. I can't be in the same space alone with him now. I just heard shocking news and I need time to wrap my head on it and not be in the same space with Ryan.

“Come on, Tristan,” Ryan says. His eyes danced in mischief. It seems the bastard is enjoying himself. I hesitate to follow him, my father gives me a subtle nod to go ahead. The old man is not getting the point here. I don't want to be alone with Ryan. Hell! I don't want to marry him. I wish I could shout this to their faces, but I know better.

My mum is quiet as always and timid too even as Samantha is trying to start a conversation with her. My mum is a shy type and an introvert —an extreme one—I'm sure she doesn't want to be here. She's here because dad said it's necessary and she never says no to dad.

I follow Ryan, maintaining a good distance between us. I'm trying not to freak out right now. It's taking me all I got. I try not to think about last night but it's becoming hard. Seeing Ryan has made the memory resurface from the deepest part of my brain where I'm trying to hide it.

I'm at his back and I'm trying my best not to notice how his muscles flex beneath that shirt as he walks. He has always been the muscle guy, but it seems he filled up the more in the previous years. He's still tall, but taller like he was when we were in college. He became more manly….. and handsome. Of course, I will never admit that.

“Are you going to keep walking behind me? How will I show you around the house when you are at my back?” His husky voice brings me out of my thoughts. I blink and stop abruptly when my body hits a hard rock. I look up to see him staring at me with a smirk. I don't realize that he has stopped walking thus bumping into him.

I quickly put a distance between us. That's what I always do in college because his presence is overwhelming. I hate being close to him and being clouded with his intoxicating scent. I try not to look at his face, that sinfully handsome face.

“Isn't this amazing? I was plotting for a way to make you mine, I didn't expect it to come to me on a platter of gold.”

“Huh?” I look up into his eyes. What does he mean? I can only see mischief in his eyes. They are dancing with gleam. His eyes are always captivating and enchanting. Not wanting to be caught up in it. I quickly avert my gaze, but I make a mistake because my eyes fall on his plush lips.

I swallow hard as I remember the way those lips kissed me last night. The taste and how soft they are. The way they wrapped around my dick, making me feel a sensation I never felt. That moment is just so hard to forget especially when it felt so good.

Right now, I want those lips to wrap around my dick once again. I want my dick to feel its warmth.

I have always believed that I'm straight but enjoying what Ryan did to me last night says otherwise— I even enjoyed it more than all the boring sex I used to have with girls. And I hate that he's the one bringing out these new feelings and discovering from me. He's the one making me feel that I might be gay.

“Do you want a taste of my lips, baby?” His snarky comment snaps me out of my dirty thoughts. That's when I realize that my eyes are stuck on his lips. I quickly avert my gaze, clear my throat and pretend to act normal. Except that I'm so bad at it.

He covers the distance between us as his scent fills my senses. I hate it. I hate it whenever he is this close and I feel giddy. He leans close to my ear and whispers. “Do you want us to repeat what we did last night?”

My dick jerks in excitement. That fucker. Can't he read the room.

“I don't mind fucking you in the process.”

“In your dreams.” I spit and push him away, walking ahead. My dick is hard as rock and I don't think I can survive the embarrassment if he notices it.