Chapter Forty-FourAndrea’s POVThe next day…My heart is still warm from the time I spent with my family, but now, as the car pulls through the familiar gates of the estate, that warmth starts to fade. I am back in Tristan’s world. The big, quiet house. The rules. The man who owns every part of my life right now.When I step inside the living area, the first thing I notice is the smell of smoke.Tristan is sitting on the main sofa, one ankle crossed over his knee, a file open in his lap, the TV playing softly in the background with some business news channel. There's a glass of something amber on the side table. And between two fingers, a cigarette, smoke curling up toward the ceiling in a thin, lazy line. He looks focused, almost distant, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist right now.I stop in the doorway.He doesn't smoke. Or at least I didn't know he smokes. Over a month with him and I'm still finding new rooms in this person.He looks up when he notices my presence and som
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