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What on Earth could be more frustrating than living your life the same way everyday?

It had been three months since that crazy man called Tristan had left for God-knows-where, not even a call to say hi, he only ever called to say stupid things or give orders, or he must’ve accidentally butt-dialed because he says nothing. 

Images of him with different models always flooded the internet, frustrating my life so much!

My feelings for him had almost washed away 100%. 

Except the good food and mansion, nothing else was different in my financial status; I wasn’t swimming in money or anything of the sort, just the same poor me. 

Well… it was probably till at least 9 months I was going to see that devil again. 

“Hey, what are you thinking of again?” Mike asked, passing a glass of orange juice to me. 

Oh, Mike and David, they were the only reason I hadn’t died from boredom, they were really great friends to me but David had to quit two days ago for family purposes. It’s so sad but what could I do?

“Maybe that asshole again.” I took a gulp of the juice.

He chuckled, also taking a sip from his juice then had a seat beside me. “It’ll be fine. Let’s watch TV, I’m bored.” 

“I’m also bored but I have to leave for the bakery in a few minutes.”

“When will you stop working there?”

“I don’t know, must I?”

“I guess so, you’re a Billionaire’s wife.” He shrugged and I burst into laughter. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s going on between me and Tristan.”

He simply rolled his eyes at me. “I have to leave in ten minutes for something important. If you’re not ready to leave for the bakery in less than five minutes, you’ll take a public bus because I won’t wait for you.” He commanded, rising to his feet and dropped the glass of orange juice on the center table. 

“So now you’re the boss of me? You’ve become so rude because we’ve been getting along too well? Bad, very bad.” I scolded jokingly while he chortled.

Taking the last gulp of my juice, I left for my bedroom, straightened my hair, applied light makeup, took a few selfies, grabbed my purse then left the house with Mike. 

In the car, my mind couldn’t help but travel to Indy. She hasn’t called since three months ago. I really hoped she was fine. 

I had tried to let her family know that she had called and was crying but Luke and his stupid son that wasn’t Kade, Indy’s uncle, had barked at me and sent me out of the house, Tristan wasn’t even interested in listening to me and Indy’s old phone number wasn’t existing anymore. I had no idea what to do except pray for her.

*** 

Mike pulled the car over in front of the mansion.

I heaved a sigh, feeling extremely tired and couldn’t wait to plop myself on my wonderful bed once again.

Everything in my life was so frustrating at the moment. Staying at home was killing me; I needed time to explore the world and be free. 

“If you don’t know this, we’re in front of the mansion, Hazel.” Mike said like I didn’t know that already. 

I rolled my hazel eyes at him, grabbed my purse then got out of the car. 

“Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.” I replied, yawning. Gosh, I felt so damn sleepy.

Without wasting any more time, I shuffled in with my head hung low. 

My head lifted back for me to drop to one of the sofas but I swear to God, I almost had a heart attack when I spotted Tristan strutting down the stairs. 

Was I dreaming about him again? No, no, I hated wasting my time dreaming about him. 

There was no way Tristan could be here, he was out of the country and wasn’t returning in at least 9 months from now. Was I going crazy already?

He finally stopped in front of me, looking more handsome than last time I had seen him; his gorgeous face still had that strict and frigid look on, his jawline seemed even sharper, his black hair looked more divinely silky and it looked more like a quiff, his electric blue eyes were as emotionless as ever. Not to exaggerate but he was glowing, sincerely glowing, like a star or something. 

I hoped my feelings for him weren’t going to return after adoring him, because I could feel a weird tingle in my heart already.

“Where have you been?” That was the only thing I could ask. 

~ TRISTAN ~

I stopped in front of her, scanning her from head to toe and went crazy immediately; she looked more gorgeous than ever. Of course she had straightened her long, beachy waves, dark brown hair, though I preferred it in its normal form. Those Hazel eyes that could make any man get lost in it forever were either checking me out too or staring at me with hatred for leaving for so long. 

Just staring at her alone made my entire three months a waste. What was the point of trying to be away from her when after once glance at her, the weird feelings I wanted to let go of returned. 

“Where have you been?” Was it my ears or did her voice sound angelic? 

What was seriously wrong with me?

“That’s not important.” I replied coldly, creating a frown on her stunning face. 

Scanning her from head to toe, my brain almost exploded. How on Earth could she look more curvy and hotter than before? This made no sense. 

While scanning her, I realized she had a cut on her hand, disrupting her skin from perfection. 

“Who hurt you?” My face grew a dangerous frown. 

“Uh?” She looks genuinely confused. 

I grabbed her hand. 

“Oh... I cut myself at work.” She shrugged. 

I badly wanted to and could easily help her treat her cut but that was going to make me feel weird and more attracted to her which was something I didn’t want. I needed to stay as far away from her as possible to avoid being emotionally hurt once again.

I let go of her and walked away without looking back.

Of course she was going to get her cut treated, right? There was nothing to worry about. I tried to convince myself. 

After having dinner, I decided to work on my laptop in the home office for a few more hours till sleep started to call me into its embrace. 

Yawning, I set the laptop aside and grabbed my phone, heading upstairs to my bedroom, got into the bedroom, switched the lights on then locked the door. 

No matter how hard I tried to, I couldn’t stop the smile that crept up my lips at how Hazel was curled into a ball, hugging a teddy bear to her chest.

I walked up to her, dropped my phone on the nightstand and crouched beside the bed so my face could be directly in front of hers. 

“Wow,” was all I could utter. How could someone be this beautiful? It was a crime to me. I would’ve considered myself to be the luckiest man in the world to have her as a wife if the chance of my heart being crushed again by loving her wasn’t so high.

All the women in my life had always been so interested in my money. Hazel was the most surprising. She had never asked for money or anything else from me. 

“What exactly do you want from me, Hazel? Why did you get married to me?” I asked in a whisper, gently brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face.

Why was she always the only thing and person I could ever think of? I had thought going to New Zealand for three months was enough to erase every form of memory of her from my head but no, I was so wrong, it even made me miss her so much because I had already spent a few days with her before leaving. 

“Hazel, what sort of charm is this? Have you cast a spell on me?”

She truly seemed like a good person and that was making it seem like I was hurting her by being mean. 

What if she had no ulterior motive? What if she was truly the one for me? What if she wasn’t going to hurt me? What if she wasn’t going to crush my dying heart completely? 

I had to stop this nonsense? I didn’t want to overthink it. 

My brain almost did an excited backflip from the thought of giving those lips a kiss. I had been craving to kiss her again after our wedding and before I left. Though the kiss was short, it made my entire three-month seem crazy, wishing I could have a taste of those beautiful lips again. 

“Okay Tristan, it’s been confirmed, you’re going crazy.” I stood up straight with a sigh, turned to take my spot on the bed then turned off the light. 

In the dark, I could still make a perfect outline of her body under the sheets. 

I guess it was finally time to take this wife of mine on our honeymoon. 

A/N: Please ignore any grammatical errors or nicely point them out. Thanks!

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