Chapter 31 Anastasia's POV. I was so surprised that Tristan would want to see me. I wondered why he would want to see me. That was the first time he would tell me something like that, except for the time we were both working together. Ezra needed to attend to something, so he told me to go home very early. I am so happy that I got to be treated that way by him. The people at his office were also very kind, unlike those at Tristan's office. I went to the location that he sent to me. There is something I got to realize about him, and that is the fact that he loved simple things. That is really the most perfect thing about him, after his looks. That was the only thing we had in common: our love for simple things. Starting from the set-up of his house down to how his office looked, everything was just unique and good at the same time. His style was unique, showing off the minimalistic part of him. If I had an office, that was the same thing I was going to do to my office. Unlike Ez

Chapter 33 Anastasia's POV. I got to the address where I told him to come and meet me. It had already been up to 30 minutes, and he hadn't arrived yet. Maybe he isn't going to come. I was already losing all my hope. I looked at the time again, and then grabbed my handbag. It was then that I saw him entering the restaurant. I became nervous only in his presence. I held my head so high, so he would not consider me as someone who was weak. He walked to where I was. "Good evening." I greeted him, and he did the same too. I called the waiter. "You can order anything you want; the bills are on me." I said this to him, while he smirked. It was so obvious that he did it. "I am on a calorie deficit, and I already ate above the normal calories I was supposed to eat each day." He made it clear to me while I nodded. I felt embarrassed by what he said. "Okay then. We can continue our discussions." I said to him. "I didn't say we shouldn't order." He interrupted me, and then I laughed sof

Chapter 35 Penelope's POV "What do you mean at all? Do you even know what you are saying? How could you say that she is living with him? Why didn't he tell me about it?" I groaned in anger after he told me, that Anastasia was living with him. How could she do something like that? She is so shameless? "Get out of here!" I shouted at him, and he did immediately. What the heck is Tristan up to these days? I'm so happy Tory got to figure out some things this time around. I am very sure he would have kept it from Torry, if he wasn't in his House that day. He had been keeping a lot of secrets, which was so annoying. Tristan wouldn't even want to share a secret with her personal assistant; that showed that he doesn't trust Torry, knowing fully well that I found him as his personal assistant. I actually looked for someone who would be able to report Tristan's doings to me; that was the only way I could get closer to Tristan. That was the only way I could know if he was interested in any

Chapter 37 Anastasia's Pov. I waited patiently for him to give me a very good response. He shouldn't dare tell me that he didn't remember what happened between us last night. I am not going to like it at all. "Oh! You meant the fact that we kissed?" He asked me in order to confirm. I didn't like the way he was acting for real. The fact that he knew that we kissed, but he was still like this. "Yes." I replies him. He took another bite of the food I cooked for him, and he chewed on it. "You shouldn't take stuffs like that serious. Kissing you isn't a big deal." He told him. I almost scoffed after hearing what he said. I felt like I gave myself to him easily. I felt like I was too cheap. I shouldn't even be worrying about stuffs like that. I didn't bother to say anything till he left the house. My mind went to Susan immediately, I called her and told her about everything that happened. "I think he is just being a coward. He didn't want to accept the fact that he kissed you." She a

Chapter 39 Anastasia's POV. *The Next Day* I woke up very early in the morning, as usual. I remembered what happened last night as my cheeks flushed so red. I should have controlled myself. I couldn't still believe that I slept with someone whom I really hated. There was no way I would be able to show my face to him after everything that happened. I would just avoid him in any way that I could. I prepared his breakfast, then went to the door of his room and knocked when I noticed that he wasn't coming downstairs. "Is he not going to his workplace today?" I queried myself, thinking about everything. I knocked on his door, but he didn't reply me. I opened the door, and then I met him sleeping on the bed. I scoffed as I saw him that way. Why would he be sleeping? He is someone who barely does something like that! I walked to where his bed was, and I saw that it was still scattered after what happened between us yesterday. I touched his forehead, and I screamed. He was fucking hot.