All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter Ninety-TwoAndrea's POV“I think I forgot my purse at the lobby. It has my phone in it.”Tristan looks up from the paper document in his hands. “I'll ask the hotel service to bring it up.”“Let's not bother them.” I shake my head. “I can go get it myself.”He drops the document onto the table and stands. “Let me follow you, then.”“No, no need.” I wave my hand quickly. “You need to continue preparing for the presentation. Besides, I need to take a walk. I'll be back in, like, ten minutes. I promise.”He studies me for a few seconds, clearly not convinced.“Okay.” He picks up the document again. “Don't get lost.”I smile. “I won't.”He gives me one last look before returning his attention to the papers. I slip out of the suite before he can change his mind. The moment the door closes behind me, I let out a quiet breath.I know Tristan means well, but sometimes he takes the whole protective thing a little too seriously.Still, I can't complain.The past few days have been surpri

Chapter Ninety-FourAndrea's POV“You wouldn't believe what I found, Tristan.”I push open the door to the suite, expecting to find him exactly where I left him.Instead, the moment he looks up and sees me, he drops the papers in his hands and gets to his feet.He crosses the room quickly. “What happened?”“Nothing happened.”He doesn't seem convinced. His eyes move over me from head to toe, checking my face, my arms, even my clothes like he's expecting to find some kind of injury hidden somewhere.“Are you hurt?”“No.”“Did someone bother you?”“No.”His gaze finally settles on my face. “I already sent out the hotel workers to check for you. I was starting to get worried.”I blink. “You did what?”“I told you not to get lost.”“I wasn't lost.”“You were gone longer than ten minutes.”I glance at the clock.Okay. Maybe I was gone a little longer than ten minutes but still.“I'm fine, Tristan. I'm not a child.”“I know.”“Then stop acting like I'm going to disappear every time I leave

Chapter Ninety-SixAndrea's POV“God, I'm so tired. I think I might sleep for a whole day if nobody bothers me.”Tristan glances at me from beside him. “I can make sure nobody disturbs you if you really want to sleep for twenty-four hours.”I turn toward him and lightly smack his arm. “You take everything I say so seriously.”“I know you're actually exhausted.” He catches my hand before I can hit him again. “You need the rest. Otherwise, you won't have enough energy to go back to being fully active.”I narrow my eyes. “Fully active?”His mouth curves into a knowing smile. “You know exactly what I mean.”I roll my eyes, but I can't stop myself from smiling.By the time the car rolls through the gates of Tristan's estate, I'm already fighting to keep my eyes open. After seven days in Dubai, countless meetings, late nights, early mornings, and one very unexpected partnership with Marcus Laurent, I don't think I've ever been this ready to see a bed.The moment we pull up, security is alre

Chapter Ninety-EightAndrea's POV“What am I going to do, Claire? He's not picking up.”I stare at my phone again, as if Tristan might suddenly decide to answer because I'm glaring at the screen hard enough. But the call ends the same way it has for the past hour.“He's been gone for hours.” I look at her. “The guests are already arriving, and he still isn't answering my calls.”Claire remains surprisingly calm as she adjusts a tray on the kitchen counter. “Then you'll have to carry on without him.”I blink. “Me?”“Yes.”I let out a nervous laugh. “Claire, I'm not the host.”She finally looks at me.“And those people out there don't exactly look like people I can casually walk up to and start talking to. I don't even know most of them.” I lower my voice as if the walls might hear me. “They're going to ask who my father is, where my family comes from, what company I'm connected to, what my status is. One wrong answer and I'm finished.”She gives me a small smile. “You're already think

Chapter One HundredAndrea's POVWe stand at the doorway, waving as the last guest makes his way toward his car.“Thank you for coming!” I call out.“It was a pleasure,” he replies before getting into his car.I keep waving until the car disappears from view. The moment it's gone, I let out a long sigh.“That was a long night.”“Indeed it was.”I turn toward Tristan. He has one hand in his pocket, his tie slightly loosened now, and that familiar tired look on his face.“All thanks to you,” he adds. “You did a good job tonight.”I smile. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let me handle it.”He gives me a small nod. “You earned it.”I look at him for a moment before something crosses my mind. “Wait. Why wasn't Marcus here? If you're partners now, shouldn't he have been invited?”“He was.”I blink. “He was?”“He chose not to honour the invitation.”I nod slowly, not sure what else to say. Knowing Marcus, he probably had his reasons. I decide not to ask.We head back inside, where the s