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Switching up
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THE PRICE OF BEING HIS His girl
Chapter Forty-FiveTristan’s POVI finish reading the last page of the report and close the file with a quiet snap. The numbers are exactly as expected. Strong, but not strong enough. There is always room to push harder. Always.And yes, the irony isn't lost on me.I can’t believe I spent yesterday evening watching my father treat my mother like she didn’t matter, only to come home and do almost the same thing to Andrea. Speaking to her like she was a problem. Shutting her out. Using silence and distance the same way he always has.The exact kind of man I promised myself at seventeen I would never become.And yet… here I am.I look up.Andrea is sitting on the couch across from me, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting on them. Her toes are playing with each other absentmindedly while she stares at the TV. The news is playing, but I can tell she is not really watching. Her mind is somewhere else. She looks peaceful, soft, the kind of gentleness that makes something restless insid
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Switching up
Chapter Forty-FourAndrea’s POVThe next day…My heart is still warm from the time I spent with my family, but now, as the car pulls through the familiar gates of the estate, that warmth starts to fade. I am back in Tristan’s world. The big, quiet house. The rules. The man who owns every part of my life right now.When I step inside the living area, the first thing I notice is the smell of smoke.Tristan is sitting on the main sofa, one ankle crossed over his knee, a file open in his lap, the TV playing softly in the background with some business news channel. There's a glass of something amber on the side table. And between two fingers, a cigarette, smoke curling up toward the ceiling in a thin, lazy line. He looks focused, almost distant, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist right now.I stop in the doorway.He doesn't smoke. Or at least I didn't know he smokes. Over a month with him and I'm still finding new rooms in this person.He looks up when he notices my presence and som
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Wet dream
Chapter Forty-ThreeAndrea’s POVMy childhood bedroom feels different after weeks away. Not bad different, just smaller. I lie on my old bed after taking a long bath, staring at the ceiling that has the same water stain I’ve known since I was a teenager. The wardrobe that used to feel like it had enough space for everything now looks like it belongs in a dollhouse. And the bed, God, the bed. I sink into it and spend a full minute just noticing how different a mattress can feel when you've been sleeping on something that probably costs more than this entire apartment.Compared to the massive bedroom in Tristan’s house, this place feels like a cupboard. Money really does change everything. Nobody should be deceived about that. It really can buy happiness, or at the very minimum it can buy a decent mattress that does have lumps.I smile at the ceiling and tell myself to stop thinking about it.The night had been good. Dinner with Mum and Dad, the table full of food and noise and conver
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS The Hale Mansion
Chapter Forty-TwoTristan's POVMy father's mansion looks exactly the same as I remember when I walk in. Home sweet home, I guess.He is seated in the living room, looking painfully untouched by time in a dark long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly past his wrists. His salt-and-pepper hair is neatly combed back, the silver strands more noticeable now under the warm lighting, but somehow it only makes him look more intimidating. One leg is crossed over the other, a glass of expensive wine resting loosely in his hand as he glances up at me with the kind of calm that has never meant anything good.“Ah.” He drops his glass and opens his arms slightly. “Welcome home, my boy.”“You called for me and here I am.” I stop a few feet inside the door. “There’s no need for all the pleasantries. Let’s get straight into why you wanted to see me. I have somewhere to be in the next hour.”I don’t actually have anywhere to be. I just can’t wait to leave as soon as possible.Something move
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Home sweet home
Chapter Forty-OneAndrea's POV“Really, Tristan?” My eyes roll. “I don't need a bodyguard. It's going to draw unwanted attention.”He crosses his arms and looks at me with the expression of someone who has already made up his mind and is simply waiting for me to arrive at the same conclusion.“My guys know how to do their jobs,” he says. “They'll stay back. You won't even notice anyone is there.”“But what's the point?” I gesture at nothing in particular. “I'm going to my family's house. I'm not going to run off with some other man.”He snorts. “We can't be entirely sure about that.”I stare at him. “Tristan.”“I'm serious.” The amusement fades back into something more genuine. “When you're involved with me, you become a target. Not because you've done anything, but because getting to you is a way of getting to me. That's just how it works.” He reaches over and rubs my head lightly, messing up the hair I just fixed. “No arguments. My mind will only be at peace if I know you're safe.”
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Just family... Business stuff
Chapter FortyTristan’s POV“Father.”The word leaves my mouth flat, almost cold. I stand on the balcony, one hand in my pocket, staring at the covered swimming pool below while the afternoon wind moves across my skin.“Son.” On the other end of the line, my father’s voice comes through, smooth and measured like always. “You’re doing a good job with the company. I knew I could trust you with my hard work.”“You always knew that.” I suck my teeth, already feeling the familiar irritation rise in my chest. “Why are you calling?”He clears his throat, the sound deliberate. “I want you over at my place tonight for a family dinner. Your mother and I, we miss you.”I close my eyes for a second. “Cut it out, Victor.”There’s a short pause for about ten seconds if I counted right.“Fine,” he says, finally dropping the whole fatherly act. “I have something important to discuss with you. Don’t be late.The line goes dead before I can reply.I lower the phone and stare at the screen for a moment.
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