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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.
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Victor
Chapter Thirty-NineAndrea's POV“Yes,” Tristan replies.Just that. One word, no extra explanation. Just yes, delivered the way Tristan delivers most things, like the truth costs him nothing to say even when it clearly does. But even as short, it lands heavier than a whole paragraph would and I feel my heart beat faster.I sit with it for a second, turning it over. Then I remember the text. The one Marcus sent that started all the drama in the office, the one that nearly ruined what was a perfectly good afternoon.“But Marcus said…” I start carefully.Tristan's jaw tightens immediately. Not a big movement, just that small clench that tells me I've touched something real.“Marcus doesn't know me,” he says flatly. “The version of me he thinks he knows died a long time ago.”I sit up a little straighter on the bed, still facing him. “How did you even meet him?”He looks at me for a second with that expression, the one where I can practically see him deciding whether to answer or shut the
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS This close
Chapter Thirty-EightAndrea’s POVHe's propped up against the headboard with a glass of water on the nightstand and the colour slowly returning to his face, which is a relief because twenty minutes ago he looked like a man who had seen the other side and wasn't impressed by it.I’m lying beside him, both of us under the covers, but I’m a little lower, half resting against his thigh. I keep watching him in that quiet, careful way you do after a scare, like I just need to make sure he’s still okay every few seconds without making it obvious.After a long stretch of silence, I finally give in to the question that’s been sitting in my head ever since he said that sentence in Spanish.“How many languages do you speak, Mr. Hale?”Tristan turns his head slightly, looking down at me, a small, tired smile pulling at his lips.“Six,” he answers. “Fluent in four.”“Which four?”“English, Spanish, French, Mandarin.”“And the other two?”“Conversational Italian and basic Arabic.” He says it the wa
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS Bedridden
Chapter Thirty-SevenAndrea’s POVWe sat together at the dining table, the plates of breakfast I made looking nice and warm in front of us. I felt proud watching Tristan take the first bite of the scrambled eggs. He chewed slowly, then nodded.“It’s good,” he said.I smiled and started eating too. But after a few minutes, I noticed something. He was mostly pushing the food around his plate, taking very small bites. He had barely touched the mushrooms I sautéed with the eggs.“Why aren’t you eating much?” I asked, tilting my head. “I spent hours cooking this. You can’t just pick three bites and stop.”Tristan looked at me for a second, then gave a small shrug. “I’m not that hungry.”I wasn’t buying it. I picked up my fork, scooped some eggs with mushrooms, and brought it to his mouth.“Open,” I said.He hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and let me feed him. I kept feeding him, a bite of bacon, then some pancake, then more eggs. He didn’t complain. He ate everything I gave h
THE PRICE OF BEING HIS A sexy dessert
Chapter Thirty-SixAndrea’s POVI decided to cook something simple. The kind of meal my mom used to make when we had a little extra money at home. Not fancy restaurant food, just good, hearty breakfast. I made scrambled eggs with chopped onions and tomatoes, crispy bacon, golden pancakes with a bit of honey, and fresh toast with butter. I also added some sautéed mushrooms because I thought they would make the eggs taste even better. Nothing too luxurious, but the kind of food that always made us feel happy whenever we could afford it.To Tristan, it might look like nothing special. But I wanted to make something from my world for once.I worked quietly in the big kitchen, humming to myself as I flipped the pancakes and stirred the eggs. The smell of bacon and mushrooms soon filled the air, warm and comforting. When everything was ready, I plated it nicely on two plates, eggs with mushrooms, bacon, pancakes, and toast arranged carefully with some sliced fruits on the side.I wiped my
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