All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty-TwoAndrea's POVAs Tristan promised, the moment our jet landed, we headed straight to a hospital.Well, technically, a driver takes us there.Apparently, Tristan has already arranged for someone to be waiting by the time we get off the plane. I barely have time to properly take in Dubai before I find myself sitting in the back of a sleek black car, silently staring out the window as the city passes by.Tristan sits beside me.We haven't spoken much since the argument.Actually, we haven't spoken at all, and somehow, sitting beside him in complete silence feels worse than arguing.By the time we arrive at the hospital, I'm expecting the usual process. Reception. Forms. Waiting around for someone to call my name.Instead, we walk through the entrance and are immediately led down a hallway.I look around in disbelief.Wow.I really underestimated Tristan's influence.The nurse opens a door and gestures for us to enter. A woman stands beside her desk when we walk in. She l

Chapter Eighty-FourTristan's POV“What was the knock about?”I look up from the papers in my hand as Andrea walks out of the bedroom.She's wearing a loose night robe, her hair still damp from her bath but no longer dripping, and she's rubbing the ends with a towel as she walks toward me.I glance toward the trolley sitting near the dining area.“Room service.”Her eyes follow mine.“They brought your dinner.” I nod toward the covered silver dishes. “And the official program for the competition.”I lift the document in my hand and Andrea's attention immediately shifts to it.She walks over and sits beside me on the couch. “Can I see?”I hand it to her.She takes the program and begins reading.I watch her expression change as she goes through the pages. At first, she's curious. Then confused. Then slightly suspicious, as though someone has personally offended her by creating a document this complicated.“What?” I ask.“Nothing.”“You've been staring at the same paragraph for thirty s

Chapter Eighty-Six Andrea's POV“Hey, Andrea.”I look up from the document in front of me.Tristan is standing beside my chair, his phone vibrating in his hand.“I gotta take this call real quickly.” He glances toward the doors. “You can get yourself breakfast if I stay too long, but I'll be right back.”I nod. “Okay.”He gives me a small look before turning and walking away.I watch him disappear through the doors, then look back at the challenge in front of me.Right.Assistant mode.I straighten in my chair and read through the scenario again.The challenge isn't exactly difficult because we have no idea what we're doing. Tristan's team already came prepared with a strategy for the development. The problem is that the organizers have deliberately thrown a massive budget cut into the middle of it and now expect every company to figure out how to keep the project profitable without destroying its long-term value.Basically, they want to know who can think when someone decides to pul

Chapter Eighty-eightAndrea's POV“May I have your first dance, Miss Andrea?”I look up to find Tristan standing in front of me, one hand extended toward me.A smile immediately pulls at my lips. “Not like you're going to let me dance with other men anyway.”His lips twitch.“You're right.” He takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. “I'm a bit possessive.”I raise an eyebrow as he leads me toward the dance floor. “A bit?”He looks down at me, completely unashamed. “Okay, maybe not a bit.”I laugh.“I just like protecting what's mine.”The way he says it makes something warm settle in my chest.The music changes to something slower, and Tristan places one hand around my waist while keeping the other wrapped around mine. I follow his lead easily, letting the music carry us across the floor.After a few steps, he looks at me with an amused expression.“You know how to dance.”I smile. “Is that surprising?”“A little.” He turns me smoothly, then pulls me back toward him. “The way yo

Chapter NinetyAndrea's POVIt's midnight.While a normal person should probably be fast asleep at this hour, I'm standing in the hotel suite's kitchen, carefully pouring freshly brewed coffee into a cup.Because apparently, I'm incapable of sleeping when Tristan is still awake.How weird is that on a scale of one to ten? Actually, forget I asked. It's a solid ten. Maybe an eleven for extra stupidity. I carry the cup over to where he's sitting at the desk, his laptop open in front of him. The only light in the room comes from the lamp beside him and the glow of the screen reflecting faintly across his face.He's been working since we got back from the ball like three hours ago. I place the coffee beside his laptop and he looks up at me, his eyes slightly tired.“I thought I told you to go to sleep already.”His voice is deeper than usual, rough with exhaustion.Before I can answer, he reaches for my hand, pulls it toward him, and presses a kiss against my knuckles.“How can I go to