"I don't like it." I groaned, throwing down the fifth dress I've tried on since evening. It was finally my date with Tristan, and my dad bought me eight dresses the day we went shopping. I have no clue why, but he insisted on getting me them. But no matter how beautiful each dress was, I didn't like how any of them looked on me. Maybe it was just my nerves that got the best of me, and I wanted to look good for him. Despite the fact that I have been living with him for a whole week and we meshed well, I couldn't shake the nerves of this first date. At his house we kept things somewhat friendly, but tonight could be the start of something new. "Cianna you look great" Emily chirped holding up a royal blue and black dress. "You looked great in all of them" I sighed, plop

Just putting it out there, this is a very mature chapter, all of it. So if you're not interested in smut, you can skip here. You'll know what happened so don't worry about missing anything⚠️Enjoy! ***He pushed me against the door as my legs circled around his waist. He hoisted me higher, using one hand to hold my head while the other rested on my thigh, momentarily digging his fingers in as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I ravished myself in the feeling of having him so ne

My phone rang for the umpteenth time since I left that hospital room, but I couldn't get a good chance to answer Tristan or my dad, since I was too busy answering a ton of questions being thrown at me by staff members. I frowned slightly when I saw that it was my dad who was calling. I had no idea how he might've heard about what happened so quickly, but I assumed that Tristan called him when I didn't answer his seven calls. Tristan was on his way here anyways, so at least he would actually see that I was okay. Well, physically at that. "Dad?" I mumbled in the phone while I sat on the edge of an open ambulance outside the hospital's entrance. 

I drove in silence all the way to the station.I was still too caught up in almost dying--again, and the fact that my mom--who I haven't seen in years, was the one who saved me.After she saved me and I recognized her, we hadn't said a word all the time until the police arrived to take my attempt murderer away.I was disappointed to see that Tristan didn't arrive with the squad, but instead his partner came and he wasted no time in asking me a tonne of unnecessary questions AGAIN, as if I wasn't the one who got attacked.I then called Tristan, and I learnt that he was out of office away on a lead when I called in the emergency, so he wasn't informed about the incident. Pissed he was; pissed at his partner, pissed at Mia and sadly pissed at himself for miraculously not knowing.He beat himself up too much. I conv

I marched towards the station entrance with a pep in my step and with one thing on my mind: Mia going down.I heard the door to my car slam shut, after which it was followed by small tatters of feet rushing towards me. I gazed over my shoulder to see my mom coming after me, but I made no move to stop her. She was, after all, at the scene of the crime.My heart soared in relief as Tristan bursted through the door as soon as I was about to push it open, and the look on his face mirroring mine was enough to make my legs wobble. Despite the fact that everything might just be falling into place, I needed him to hold me, and it was obvious that he did too.I rushed into his arms without a second thought, and he caught me just as fast in a tight, warm hug. He kissed my hair and let his lips linger there, and I just knew that he had his eyes closed.I felt like crying.Not even thirty minutes ago I had