All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. If you see any resemblance they are unintentional.     The story contains dark and mature themes such as violence, sex, so if you are uncomfortable with such topic please refrain from reading.      Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime.        All rights reserved  San 2045  2020  ***/Blurb/

 Jane was not sure how their conversation moved to questions about her relationship. Those alluring eyes were so entrancing that she let him get away with it. Who can blame her? It was not every day that someone like Tristan walks into the bar and starts talking with her. It’s a miracle.     Tristan was slurring his words now, having one too many to drink. All thanks to her dear friend, Krista. While Jane was serving the rich brats and topping their champagne drinks, Tristan was getting drunk on vodka and sweet lime. A perfect blend of Krista's signature ‘Ice breeze’. Whatever happened to himhating citrus juices?! Guess everyone will eventually have to give up when it’s Krista serving drinks.     Jane wanted to stop him because he already had two Red Affair and three Ice breeze. His vision looked unfocused and

  Jane felt her body give up as she cleaned the corners of the bar. It was tedious and difficult. Her fingers felt numb by the time she was done with the ice machine. Chuck had asked her to make sure the bar was spotless because, of course, the celebrity party. She did not understand why he was taking so many offers when they were all tired. Business, he said. She almost scoffed at that.     “So...” Krista cleared her throat, standing beside Jane with a coy smile on her face.    Jane huffed, “What?”   “Nothing” Krista shrugged, trying to pay attention to her glasses. She was purposely drawing out everything.     Jane rolled her eyes, neatly placing the tulip glasses behind the rack. &ldquo

Jane groggily opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight filtering from the window. Covering her eyes with the back of her palm, she managed to sit up, wincing at the dull pain in her back. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the reason behind it. The thick white duvet was the only thing covering her naked body. She pulled it till her shoulders, shifting her eyes to the side. Her mouth parted the side was empty, bedsheet wrinkled. So she didn’t imagine the last night, that’s for sure.     Where did Tristan go? She thought just then the loud clattering sound from the washroom made her cringe. She narrowed her eyes towards the door, holding her breath as the knob jiggled harshly. What was going on? Before she could open her mouth, the door was severely pushed open, and Tristan stumbled out of the room. He had a frown on his face.     &

/Tristans POV/   The Prince of Walsh was used to the hustle and bustle of his Royal Household, had grown up along with the chaos. He had people expecting conversations in the corridors, a look from him, people greeting him as he