All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Home sweet home

Chapter Forty-OneAndrea's POV“Really, Tristan?” My eyes roll. “I don't need a bodyguard. It's going to draw unwanted attention.”He crosses his arms and looks at me with the expression of someone who has already made up his mind and is simply waiting for me to arrive at the same conclusion.“My guys know how to do their jobs,” he says. “They'll stay back. You won't even notice anyone is there.”“But what's the point?” I gesture at nothing in particular. “I'm going to my family's house. I'm not going to run off with some other man.”He snorts. “We can't be entirely sure about that.”I stare at him. “Tristan.”“I'm serious.” The amusement fades back into something more genuine. “When you're involved with me, you become a target. Not because you've done anything, but because getting to you is a way of getting to me. That's just how it works.” He reaches over and rubs my head lightly, messing up the hair I just fixed. “No arguments. My mind will only be at peace if I know you're safe.”

The Hale Mansion

Chapter Forty-TwoTristan's POVMy father's mansion looks exactly the same as I remember when I walk in. Home sweet home, I guess.He is seated in the living room, looking painfully untouched by time in a dark long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly past his wrists. His salt-and-pepper hair is neatly combed back, the silver strands more noticeable now under the warm lighting, but somehow it only makes him look more intimidating. One leg is crossed over the other, a glass of expensive wine resting loosely in his hand as he glances up at me with the kind of calm that has never meant anything good.“Ah.” He drops his glass and opens his arms slightly. “Welcome home, my boy.”“You called for me and here I am.” I stop a few feet inside the door. “There’s no need for all the pleasantries. Let’s get straight into why you wanted to see me. I have somewhere to be in the next hour.”I don’t actually have anywhere to be. I just can’t wait to leave as soon as possible.Something move

Wet dream

Chapter Forty-ThreeAndrea’s POVMy childhood bedroom feels different after weeks away. Not bad different, just smaller. I lie on my old bed after taking a long bath, staring at the ceiling that has the same water stain I’ve known since I was a teenager. The wardrobe that used to feel like it had enough space for everything now looks like it belongs in a dollhouse. And the bed, God, the bed. I sink into it and spend a full minute just noticing how different a mattress can feel when you've been sleeping on something that probably costs more than this entire apartment.Compared to the massive bedroom in Tristan’s house, this place feels like a cupboard. Money really does change everything. Nobody should be deceived about that. It really can buy happiness, or at the very minimum it can buy a decent mattress that does have lumps.I smile at the ceiling and tell myself to stop thinking about it.The night had been good. Dinner with Mum and Dad, the table full of food and noise and conver

Switching up

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

His girl

Chapter Forty-FiveTristan’s POVI finish reading the last page of the report and close the file with a quiet snap. The numbers are exactly as expected. Strong, but not strong enough. There is always room to push harder. Always.And yes, the irony isn't lost on me.I can’t believe I spent yesterday evening watching my father treat my mother like she didn’t matter, only to come home and do almost the same thing to Andrea. Speaking to her like she was a problem. Shutting her out. Using silence and distance the same way he always has.The exact kind of man I promised myself at seventeen I would never become.And yet… here I am.I look up.Andrea is sitting on the couch across from me, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting on them. Her toes are playing with each other absentmindedly while she stares at the TV. The news is playing, but I can tell she is not really watching. Her mind is somewhere else. She looks peaceful, soft, the kind of gentleness that makes something restless insid

His good girl

Chapter Forty-SixAndrea’s POVHis cock is so hard in my hand.I can feel it throbbing against my palm, very thick and hot even in the warm pool water. Tristan has me pressed against the smooth tiles at the edge, his body covering mine, water lapping around our waists. My heart is beating so fast I can hear it in my ears. This is crazy. We are outside but my master doesn't seem to give a damn about that. And if someone told me months ago that I would be naked in a billionaire’s pool, holding his dick like I own it, I would have laughed until I cried. Now look at me, dripping wet in more ways than one, heart racing like I just ran a marathon, and shamelessly loving every second of it.“Admit it,” I whisper, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’ve been hard since I walked in, haven’t you?”Tristan’s breath hitches. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last long enough to fuck you properly.”I smile against his skin. “Who said I want you to last long?”He groans softly and kisses me hard.

Strictly business

Chapter Forty-SevenTristan’s POV“Daniel, run me through today's schedule.”I adjust the earpod in my right ear and continue lifting the dumbbell with my left arm, the burn in my bicep feeling oddly satisfying after a restless night. The private gym in my basement is quiet, filled with nothing but low music from my earpods and the steady clink of metal.“Good morning, sir.” My assistant's voice comes through the line, clear and professional, which is the baseline I pay him for . “Your schedule is not too tight today, just the standard beginning of week department meetings from nine, three back to back appointments in the afternoon, and the charity gala tonight for the launch of the new orphanage home we invested in. It’s for public validation, so your presence is expected.”I switch the dumbbell to my right hand. “Why am I just finding out about the gala now?”There's a moment of silence, like he genuinely can't think of what to say. But right before I could scold him for wasting my

Love is a fairytale

Chapter Forty-Eight: FairytalesAndrea's POVI’m barely three steps out of the gym when his voice stops me cold.“Get back here, Andrea. I’m not done talking to you.”I don’t slow down. “Well, I am.”I make it exactly two more steps before his hand wraps around my wrist. The movement is fast enough to steal my breath, and the next thing I know, my back hits the corridor wall.Tristan cages me in instantly, one arm braced beside my head. His chest rises and falls harder than it should from exercise alone, grey eyes darker than usual, jaw locked so tight I can see the muscle ticking.“When exactly did you get the nerve to speak to me like that?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.I force myself to meet his stare even though my heart is slamming against my ribs. “When I realized someone needed to tell you the truth since everyone around you seems too afraid to.”His expression hardens.“And this?” I continue before fear can shut me up. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I gestu

His woman

Chapter Forty-NineAndrea's POV“You look absolutely stunning, Miss Andrea.”Darla says it as she turns me toward the mirror, and for a second, I genuinely forget how to breathe.“Oh my God…” The words leave me in a whisper as I stare at my reflection.The rest of her team immediately joins in, smiling proudly as they begin praising their work and, embarrassingly, me. Someone says I look stunning. Another says Mr Hale won't be able to keep his eyes off me tonight.My cheeks warm instantly.“I really hope he likes the dress I picked,” I admit.Darla laughs softly while directing two of her assistants to begin packing up.“Please,” she says. “You would’ve looked beautiful in every single dress we brought.”I glance around the room and only now fully notice the chaos they created getting me ready. There are hangers filled with gowns I didn’t choose, open boxes of shoes, jewelry cases, makeup kits, and enough beauty products to open a small store.This gala must be a really big deal if Tr

Center of attention

Chapter FiftyAndrea’s POVI knew rich people loved attention.I just didn’t realize they loved it this much.The moment Tristan’s car pulled up in front of the hotel hosting the charity gala, camera flashes immediately exploded everywhere like fireworks.I froze slightly in my seat.Outside, the entrance of the hotel looked almost unreal. Luxury cars lined the driveway one after another while women in glittering gowns and men in perfectly tailored tuxedos stepped onto the red carpet like they were attending the Oscars instead of a fundraiser.I swallowed hard.“This is insane.”Beside me, Tristan adjusted the cuff of his tuxedo calmly like none of this affected him at all.“It gets worse inside.”“That’s supposed to comfort me?”“It wasn’t meant to.”I stared at him. He smirked slightly before finally looking at me properly again. And God, that look should honestly be illegal.His gaze slowly moved over my dress before settling on my face. “You still look beautiful, by the way.”Heat

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