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!
~ TRISTAN ~I was finally done with work for today. I had tried to hurry up in order to cover up for my honeymoon break.“Finally free,” I got up from the chair with a smile of relief on my face, arranged all the necessary files accordingly on the desk, placed the photo properly then left the home office.“Hazel, Hazel—” I had to tell her about the honeymoon immediately. We needed to leave tomorrow so we could return quickly.I got into the elevator to convey to the living room.After the elevator doors re-opened, a frown was plastered on my face at the sight of Hazel with Mike; he had his arm around her shoulders and they were laughing at something I could tell was definitely stupid.Storming to them, Mike immediately flinched from her and rose to his feet.&n
Tristan didn’t return home last night and neither was he home this morning.I had packed my bags for the so-called honeymoon but still no sign of him. Despite my numerous calls, no response.“Where is Tristan?” I asked a random man who suddenly approached me.“I have no idea.”“Gosh, I've been trying to call him since yesterday but no response. What’s going on?”“I really have no idea. I was only told to drive you to the airport. He said you shouldn’t be late.”I let out a heavy sigh. “Please pack my bags.”“Of course, I will.” He bowed politely.I left for our room to give him and another man my bags then locked the door after they left, stripped my clothes off then got into a long black rhine
My chest was burning with excitement from simply hugging him, it felt like I had an entire world of joy in my arms, like I had achieved a world goal.“What are you doing?” The vibration of his deep and husky voice against my chest caused me to flinch.He gently pushed me from him, looking confused. “What was that?”“You don’t know what a hug means?”“What was that for?”"Tristan.... I'm really confused, I don’t know where to begin.”“Why did you just hug me?” He frowned again, walking towards the bed and
“Good morning.” I greeted Tristan who was typing away on his laptop.Of course he didn’t respond to me so I walked away, grabbed a nice and comfy dress to wear.“Wear something else.” Tristan’s deep voice said from behind me. I turned to him but he was still staring at his laptop’s screen.“Why?”“We’ll have to attend a party, it’s business-related. So we're going to buy new clothes today, for you to wear to the party. Be ready in twenty minutes.”“I’m sorry about reading your diary last night but I think we have to resolve this misunderstanding.&rdqu
~ HAZEL ~“Hi, Charlotte.” I grinned.“Hey, how’s everything now? Have you resolved your misunderstandings yet? Should I get ready to be an Aunt?”“An Aunt?” I burst into laughter.“Yes, you and Tristan’s babies.” I heard her laugh too from the other end of the line.“Tristan still insists on not loving me. He won’t let us resolve our differences. We are in an extremely beautiful beach house now and we’ll be here for 2 days.”“That’s great, Tristan loves swimming. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It’ll take a while for him to accept his feelings for you again but it’ll be fine, just don’t give up on him. I’m so glad you have feelings for him too.”
~ TRISTAN ~“Has she arrived at the hotel yet?”“Yes, sir.” Rob said with a polite bow of his head, taking his leave.I heaved a sigh of relief that she had agreed to return. It was so stupid of me to have angrily left her and returned then ask someone to bring her here.Sleep had felt so difficult last night because my mind kept racing through the words I had said to her. Of course I didn’t mean any of them and didn’t intend to say them but I had to. I was starting to get too close to her and I didn’t want that at all.I got out of the car, walked into the hotel and used an elevator to convey me to our hotel room floor.I was starting to think I was being excessively mean to her and though I didn’t want it to, it was hurti
~ HAZEL ~I had come to the realization that I couldn’t force Tristan to love me. If he claimed he felt nothing for me and could say such mean words to me like I had no emotions, like I was a useless piece of trash, then it was going to be so stupid to force myself into this.If he wasn’t going to apologize or still insisted that he wasn’t interested in loving me then I was definitely not going to bother him anymore, I wasn’t going to be desperate for his so-called “love”.He had to know what it felt like to be ignored, to be insulted. If after everything, he still wasn’t going to apologize or change then I was going to give up, I was going to ignore Charlotte and Kye’s advice to bear with him.
~ TRISTAN ~Thanks to excessive work I had bombarded myself with to stop myself from going crazy— craziness from Hazel, else I would’ve been dead from frustration.It had been a whole damn week but she was still so cold and annoying towards me, always ignoring me, not responding to me or anything. So frustrating!!!She walked into the hotel, coming from nowhere I knew of. She was always going out without my consent. I didn’t bother to stalk her for her privacy but she was taking things too far and it had to stop. It was almost midnight and she was just arriving.Constantly raising my head from my laptop to stare at her, I noticed she was arranging her clothes into the travel bag.“Where have you been?” I gathered enough courage to ask her. I had never been hesitant to talk to anyone in my life