Tristan I woke up earlier that morning to a call from Dante. His voice on the line was quick. I stepped out onto the balcony to answer, letting the cool air bite against my skin until the call ended.When I came back inside, she was still fast asleep.I stopped in my tracks. For a moment, I just looked at her.Her face was turned slightly toward me, framed by the loose strands of her dark hair spilling across the pillow. Those long lashes of hers brushed against her cheeks, fluttering faintly with each breath, as though she were caught in some dream she wouldn’t tell me about. Her lips were still a little swollen, reminders of last night, of the things neither of us planned, yeah, maybe she did,but not like I was able to stop it.And damn, she looked beautiful. Not the kind of beauty she wore in her stubbornness or when she tried to keep her guard up. No, this was something else. Vulnerable. Unaware. The kind of beauty that made me want to forget every reason why I should let her go.
LioraAfter brushing my teeth, I washed my face in the tap quickly before stepping back into the room. Tristan was already off the bed, and thankfully clothed too, just a plain white V-neck tee and grey joggers hanging loose on his hips.Our eyes met for only a second before I looked away, pretending to fuss with my hair. The silence pressed in heavy between us, “You should eat something,” he said after a moment, his voice low but steady.I gave a short nod, hugging my arms around myself. “Yeah. Maybe.” My throat was dry, words tasting bitter.He watched me, leaning casually against the desk, but I could feel the weight of his gaze like it was pinning me in place. I hated that about him. How even when he wasn’t touching me, it felt like he was.I took a breath, forcing myself to break the stillness. “What time is it?” His brows lifted slightly. Before he walked towards his phone, tapping on the screen, “10:15am.” he glanced back at me, straightening at once.That long? I actually sl
LioraTristan's eyes locked onto mine as he slowly entered me, his tip teasing my entrance, making me shiver. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation. He paused for a moment, his gaze burning with desire, before thrusting into me with a swift motion. I couldn't help but hiss out of frustration, my body not yet ready for the sudden invasion.However, my head rolled back, my neck arched, as he drove into me, his hips pounding against mine in one deep thrust. My inside spasmed, clenching tightly around him, trying to hold onto him. I felt a rush of pleasure, my body quickly responding to the sudden intensity of his thrust. Tristan's hands grasped my hips, holding me in place as he started moving slowly, drawing out and pounding into me. His fingers digging into my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, but all I could think of was more.I tried to push against him, but he was too strong. He held me pinned against the wall like some bitch, his body dominating mine. I felt a rus
LioraMother was fond of one thing after dad died. Drinking, that was no new thing. She found some odd kind of solace in it so much she'd drink all we had to eat, all we had to pay rent, even wouldn't mind starvation so far she has something to drink. And whenever she was full on it, she always goes about belching, making a mess and saying a lot of stuff.A lot of aching words, so much I usually drown them, put them behind me, deep where it wouldn't hurt because no matter how hard I tried to act as though I was unaffected by any of it. But I was. Every single damn time. Although that worked, and I really did forget most of them. But there was this one particular statement she used to say that no matter how hard I tried to put it behind me, it was always there, ringing loud in my ears and reminding me what a failure I am. And I know that was true. Because just like she always says, I'm just like her. I'm no different from her. So deciding to stay despite the fact that he doesn't h
Tristan That night, I leaned on the doorway and watched her for a moment before speaking.“Are you coming down for dinner?”Liora glanced up briefly from where she sat curled up on a chair, the glow of her phone lighting her face., her expression unreadable.“Yeah,” she murmured, “I’ll be there in a bit.”I nodded and headed toward the dining room. Helen was already waiting there, She placed a bowl of fruit beside my plate with a gentle smile as soon as I settle and said,“You need more of this, sir. Good for your health.”I gave her a small smile back. “Thanks, Helen.”She nodded and walked back toward the kitchen after she was done serving. While I sat there, spoon in hand, staring at the food but not quite eating yet. But not long after,I heard footsteps. And I looked up to see it was Liora who'd just appeared from upstairs, her hair slightly messy, her expression calm but distant. She didn’t say anything as she slid into the chair opposite me.She served herself, not much, just
LioraThat's right. It was all a mistake right from the very beginning. I realized that if I want to make things right, I have to start the fixing from where it all began. And that's with him. I dragged my luggage out of the door without glancing back and started climbing down the stairs, all the way to the sitting room. I took one more glance at the place, there isn't much to miss around here, except Helen. She deserved a goodbye at least, I was about to go to the kitchen when she came out, but her expression shifted to surprise and confusion when her gaze landed on the suitcase I have with me. “Mrs…” she tried to say but I cut her off.“It's Liora now. You won't be calling me that anymore.” I explained to her with a faint smile as I handed her the bag of medicine I was given at the hospital by the doctor, “Here, make sure he uses them. Please. I've already written how it'll be used there.” “But… Mrs Cole…” “Liora.” I reminded her with a little smile as I added, “Thank you for