The Bride

I put my hands behind my back and lay on the bed. When I heard the news, I didn’t know if anyone would hire me.

Now I wasn’t sure about the spots on his back that he called terrible. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, my clothes were on the floor. I lay on the bed moaning and shaking, debating whether or not to leave the room.

I skipped dinner last night and probably ate alone and screamed. I was staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do when the door opened and Tristan walked in with a tray full of breakfast.

I wanted to jump and dance for something sweet, but as I approached my bed, I stopped and looked at him. “morning.”

He told me with a fake smile.

I saw him and got up from the bed and left the room without saying a word. I am sorry Morris is not back and I was hoping he would cook for me. I wasn’t good at cooking, so I rubbed my stomach as soon as I opened the fridge. I bought strawberry jam and 4 slices of bread and made a very bitter coffee.

I sat on the island and spread the jam on the bread. Tristan came into the kitchen and threw the tray at me. I will not be tempted. – I have prepared a good morning for you. I pretended not to hear him. – cash?

When he said that, I took the table knife. I don’t talk to him. He has to work harder. He seemed to enjoy eating bread and jam as he hummed and turned his head left and right. – It’s true? he asked.

I took a sip of bitter coffee and wanted to spit it out. – Okay, do what you want. Anyway, I did my best.

– he said and left the kitchen. good? He really needed medical treatment. I ran to the sink and threw everything away. I rinsed my mouth and leaned back on the table. He sighed and looked down at his stomach.

Tristan and I didn’t speak for three days and he didn’t really care. We ate together but didn’t speak to each other, and Morris felt uncomfortable whenever he served us.

I wanted him to apologize, but he was too stubborn. After he got home from work, I stayed in the garden and forced myself to read the book recommended by the teacher.

I was surprised to see Adrian walking towards the garden and smiled as he approached. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

I closed the book and sat down like a lady. “Can’t you work?”

He was dressed casually. – No, I’m taking a month off. “A long period of time.”

He smiled and sat in front of me.

“How are you?”

I wanted to apologize but I said “okay”.

Something changed between us and we haven’t talked or laughed together since that night. “What about Karen?”

“It’s okay, I actually say hi.”

Before fixing his gaze on me, he looked around the garden and smiled as he took my hand on the table.

“I miss you”.

he said, lightly drawing a small circle on the back of his palm with his thumb. I waited for the butterfly and the flame inside me, but I felt nothing. The night I proposed to Karen, my feelings for her seem dead.

I’ve had my share of love and no luck with it. all

My relationship with my second boyfriend was miserable. I’m always attracted to the wrong person, the person I think I’ll be happy with. They were terrible, but I kept coming back because I thought I had met the perfect person. And I think Gray has had a huge impact on my life.

He was the kind of guy you wanted to meet, marry and start a family with, but our relationship ended because of Tristan’s lies and what I did in the past.

Adrian was never for me. I was a person who fell easily and sometimes wanted to break my heart. I wanted to grow up so fast it really messed me up, my family knew and made Gray believe Tristan’s lies. I wasn’t sure what was going on between me and Tristan. Maybe it was the appetite or it was just the two of us.

Confused people.

– Yes, I want to see you too. I miss your jokes, we used to talk.”

I said and raised my hand. I didn’t want him to make a mistake. “I’m sorry that night, I thought you were offended by me.”

“I’m here now so you don’t have to worry.”

Understanding why, he slowly nodded. – What about Tristan?

“We’re not good now.” “What he did?”

He suddenly looked angry. “Don’t worry, idiot.”

I said what made me laugh. “Are you sure?”

– Yes, when is the wedding?

He smiled softly before answering. – Are you coming next year?

“Getting married is my nightmare now, but I’m thinking about it.”

He smiled and tilted his head back.

Before she left, we talked more and watched a new episode of my favorite show, Good Girls. It was almost 9pm and Tristan never came back.

I told Maurice I wasn’t hungry before going to my room. I took a bath and put on my pajamas and sweater.

I tried to sleep but tossed and turned from one end of the bed to the other for an hour. With a suffocating sigh, I got out of bed and paced around my room.

After training, I decided to go for a swim when my body warmed up. wearing a black bikini

she took a scarf

I stopped and looked at the stain on my back in the mirror. an ominous sign

I found a loose dress, put it over my bikini and left the room. The light in the kitchen went out. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle and a glass of white wine.

I took off my shirt and got into the pool and the water was warm and beautiful. I swam for a few minutes before pouring the wine, sat on the edge of the pool and played with my feet.

the water.

When Tristan was seen going to the pool, she was wearing red shorts. I didn’t even know I left work and it was already past eleven o’clock.

He sat down next to me and my eyes fell on his legs where he is now…

inside the pool. We sat quietly, took a sip and looked at the sky.

“Are we really doing this?”

He asked me to take a look and I said nothing. “Okay, we really do.”

It was quiet again and all I could hear was my feet dancing in the water.

“Sorry.”

“My feet fell in the water,” he said. ‘I shouldn’t have said that. I asked too many questions so I removed it.

I opened and closed my mouth to say something. I’m not ready to talk to him yet. I wasn’t mad because he had a terrible scar on his back, but because I thought he was going to manipulate me and make me do this.

I got up with the wine in my glass and left with a towel. – cash?

I turned and looked at him and he laughed.

I grumbled to him and went to my room. He looked at me from where he sat on a tall glass panel overlooking the pool and garden. He waved his hand and I gave him a dirty look and pulled the curtains.

Morris made my favorite breakfast and Tristan was at work. I spent the rest of the day studying and sleeping.

Tristan left work early but didn’t come down for dinner and stayed in her room. “Miss Simpson?”

After serving the food, Morris called.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Sanchester needs your help, he said it’s urgent.”

“When did he say that?” “I just called.”

I got up and went to his room, what’s so urgent? Should I call Adrian?

I ran up the stairs so as not to miss a single step. I opened his door without knocking. I looked for him with my eyes, but I did not find him. “Tristan?”

I went inside and closed the back door.

I heard the shower running and frowned in confusion as I entered the master bathroom. He was in the shower and the water vapor had fogged the glass so he couldn’t see it completely empty.

“What’s so urgent?”

I crossed my arms and asked. “Oh, there you are.”

He turned off the shower. “Do you want some towels?” “I’m here?

He didn’t answer. “Tristan, did you call me urgently?”

– Give me the towel, I’ll let you know when I get out. he murmured

I walked over to the side cabinet where black, white and gray towels were piled up. I took a shower with a gray towel.

“Here.”

I knocked on the bottle. He opened it and dragged me inside and I gasped. I immediately turned around and saw him empty and saw the heat inside me.

cheeks. “thanks.”

I heard him speak from behind.

“It didn’t have to be dragged, and the scarf didn’t stick to my hands.”

I tried to get out but he opened the shower and unfortunately I was trapped underneath. Immediately my shoulders tensed, the water hit me, my hair got wet and my clothes followed.

“What did you do that for?!”

Without saying anything, he reached behind me and stopped it. “Ah! My hair!”

I turned off the water and she came up behind me with a towel around her waist and I froze as she started drying my hair.

– Calm down, I didn’t use a towel. he whispered “When was the last time you washed your hair?”

He told me to move my drowned head to the right.

“It is not your job.”

“You’re still mad at me, how many times do I have to apologize?”

“It’s only one time, don’t pretend to apologize so many times.”

“good.”

he murmured. “Get another towel and I’ll do it.”

I spoke and tried to pull him but he stopped me.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

She dried her hair slowly and I tried not to forget that she was completely naked behind me. “Tristan, you’re empty.”

It was closer to a whisper. “thus?”

I was surprised when he heard me. “So uncomfortable.”

As he got closer I fell silent and now I could feel his whole body.

“Still not comfortable?”

He whispered close to my ear, did he hear me? I clasped my hands together to keep calm and distract myself but to no avail as Tristan didn’t help me.

I quickly left to make room between us. “thanks.”

She smiled and covered herself with a wet towel. It was dirty but I guarantee my hair was clean and I washed it twice a week. There was something written on his triceps and I was lucky enough to see the word.

He didn’t even know he had a tattoo and didn’t blame anyone for it being small and hidden. – Who is Nadia?

Something flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

“My wife.”

I was out of breath. “Do you have a wife?” Where is he?’

He walked past me and from the shower I thought we’d fill him up. I followed him unprepared to drop the subject. Did he lie? I never heard of him being married.

“Where is he?” I asked again. At one point he pushed me against the wall.

“You know I get very angry whenever you ask me a personal question, right?”

I was shocked by the blow. “Don’t you need to know everything, Cathy?”

– She’s Chloe.

I said so and pushed his hand off my shoulder.

She went to the closet and changed the towel around her waist and I couldn’t stop looking at her back. She took a small towel and dried my hair without saying a word and I turned to leave but she dried me.

– Sorry. He whispered and pulled me closer. He started drying my hair again with another towel, gently wiping my face, pulling my hair back with his hands and drying my neck and shoulders.

“So what’s so urgent?”

I asked to break the silence. “Okay, I just wanted attention.”

“You thought I hated being noticed?”

I turned my head to the side to see him. He was silent and I saw a small smile. When he reached to zip up my shirt, I quickly ran away and gave him a horrified look.

“If you don’t believe me, why should I trust you?”

– He spoke and left the bathroom. After a while I heard the door close.

“trust?” I laughed at the strange words. I slept late because of what happened in the bathroom, but I woke up early the next day. Yesterday I left his room and went to the restaurant, but he wasn’t there. I wondered if he was upset that I didn’t unzip my shirt or if he didn’t see the sign.

trust? Those words left a bitter taste on my tongue and all the people I trusted, the ones I didn’t think would hurt me, especially my sister who I trusted above all else.

Maybe it will take forever to believe in him after what he did. I forced myself out of bed and headed for the wall. I opened the curtains to let some light into the room and moaned until the sunlight outside burned my eyes.

Before I properly drew the curtains, I squinted at the light, went to the bathroom before breakfast, and brushed my teeth. I smiled as I served Morris breakfast and the phone rang as I was about to bite into my French.

toast

I looked at my screen and Adrian called me on FaceTime. I dropped the bread and rang the bell. He greeted me with his signature charming smile, but nothing more. “Hello.”

I waved my hand.

– Hi Chloe, how was your night? – You’re good?

“excellent.”

She brushed her bangs back and I looked at her sleeping bag. ‘Are you ok? You look a little tired.

“We stayed up all night packing for vacation.”

– Going on vacation? – Yes, in Italy.

“good.”

“who is he?”

I heard Karen’s voice on the other end, and she seemed to have woken up.

– She’s Chloe.

He smiled and told me. Karen appeared. she just woke up He was wearing her shirt and she kissed his lips and he sat on her lap. I have to admit they looked great together.

– Hello, Chloe.

– Hi Karen, how long have you been staying?

“A month, right?”

He answered confidently without looking at her. “Yes”.

He nodded.

“Come on, have fun and don’t forget.

Bring things from Italy. “Categorical.”

Karen said she was more focused on her vacation. – I will prepare the food. Hello Chloe.

“It’s nothing bye!”

He kissed her cheek and left. I decided to ask him about Nadia and I wanted to know if Tristan was telling the truth, because I was sure that Tristan had never been married.

– Can I ask you something?

I asked as I heard the bedroom door close. ‘Why not? I’m listening.’

Would he be upset if he found out? what matters

“oh i know”

“Guys.”

Adrian looked at something and interrupted me.

behind me. I turned to see Tristan standing behind me.

“Hello.”

He looked down at me with a look I couldn’t read and returned a short smile. That was his skill. “morning.”

He smiled at me and walked to the seat in front of me.

– I’m sorry, but I wanted to ask you something.

Adrian said. “Yes.”

I looked at Tristan, who looked at me as if he wanted to hear a question.

“Can I photograph the places I visit in Italy?”

“Are you sure about this question?” “Yes”.

‘Of course you can, but

good photographer”. – It’s okay, I’m healthy.

I hung up without waiting for him to speak. I smiled at Tristan and started eating.

Wearing a black two-piece suit, she showed off her beauty and looked strong and smart. His silver Cartier watch matched the cufflinks of his suit.

“What are your plans for today?”

He asked when Morris served coffee and toast with roasted asparagus. “Yeah, I’m with my best friend.”

“Anything you need?”

“Cars and Credit Cards to Get Around.”

He took out his wallet and left two credit cards in front of me.

“Choose the car you want, Morris will drive you to the garage.”

“Oh yes?”

He smiled at me again with a secret smile. He had a coffee and went to work and I sat there and wondered what happened.

I opted for a white Lamborghini Convertible that looks and smells like a new car. I haven’t driven in a long time and I sang my favorite song on the way to my old school to pick up Vina. I thought about running away from California. I have a car and two loans, so I have it all. I pushed the thought away and I couldn’t leave Vina and it wasn’t right to leave like that. He turned the volume down when needed

At school, I texted Vina that I was missing.

I wore sunglasses because I didn’t want people to see me as a work of art. “Chloe!!!”

The appearance of Bina shouting from afar attracted attention.

He hugged me before getting out of the car. – God, I miss you. -I miss you too.

We hugged more before turning around.

He smiled and got into the car and I saw some people looking at us. ‘Oh, is that your car?

He looked around and begged to be touched.

leather seats.

– Wait, did you get it? he asked, opening his eyes. – No, I just received it today. He gave me an uncontrollable smile. “What the?”

“Okay, where should we go first?”

“Let’s have a smoothie first, I have a lot to tell you.”

– That’s why I came.

he leaned back and said. – Then let’s go to the store!!!

“I thought you were broke, wait, did you steal his money?”

He seems impressed. “Not?”

I threw a credit card in his face. “Let’s make a list, wait, which store should we go to first?” I think LewisText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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I looked at him as he continued our list of stores we should visit. He took a pen and paper.

“Tristan made my day.” “Who am I?”

I frowned. He smiled at me and continued his list.

As soon as I got home, I immediately took a shower. I left the room wearing the top I bought today over my black Chanel bikini. The water was calm and I was looking at the stars as I moved my feet in the water. The silence filled my head with questions about my life and I thought about my parents and my sister. they missed me Am I dead to them? After swimming for a while, I went back into the water and came up for some air. I was surprised to see Tristan dipping his feet in the water and standing on the edge of the pool. when did he come

She beckoned me over in the same bathing suit that night. I combed my wet hair back with my hands and swam to where I was sitting.

I stayed in the pool, but I had two glasses of wine at his feet. “I’m not going to drink tonight.” When I opened it, that’s what it said.

‘Actually, I told her she has a really nice guy because there’s a new wine coming next week.

I fell in love with the wine and told him I would comment after you taste it.

“New wine?”

He laughed at my question. “Take a sip and tell me what you think.”

“good.”

I held the wine in my other hand, leaned back and took a sip.

Tristan smiled and drank. “Oh that’s good.” “I like you?”

“I like you!”

I used it on a glass and collected several.

– You have to leave the pool.

I reached for my shirt and sat up before leaving the pool.

I sat next to him and sipped the wine. – At what age did you start drinking? “15.”

“Did someone teach you?”

“Yes, one of those with me.”

He smiled before taking a sip.

“The first thing I drank was tequila.”

“It’s a good start.”

The surroundings were peaceful and I loved it. “I promised I’d do something tonight.” he whispered

“What the?”

I looked at him and asked and he smiled at the stars before looking at me. He slowly leans against my face and his lips are mine before I can

Ask him what he’s doing.

It was slow and gentle and I closed my eyes and responded to his kiss. His hand moved to my right hand and lightly caressed his finger up my arm, sending sparks through my body.

I liked the feeling, I liked his touch, I liked the way he kissed me. And if it’s all lies? What if I do something wrong? I didn’t know where my life was going and nothing seemed right anymore.

Maybe we didn’t know what we were doing, but we loved it. I came closer and put my hand on his neck. I kissed deeply and he watched every movement of my lips. The feeling was special and I loved it. He pulled, but not completely, his thumb caressed my swollen lips, his eyes glued to my lips, and he caressed my lower lip with his thumb.

Our kiss took my breath away and his hand touched my leg. “I hope things are different, Cassie.”

He said softly as he leaned forward and kissed my lower lip softly before he could even digest my words.

It was the longest kiss we’ve ever had and the last time we prayed it wouldn’t happen again. We stopped to kiss with a smile, dipped our feet in the water and sat quietly.

– Who did this to you? he suddenly asked. “I’m not ready to talk about it.”

I took a sip and tried to ease the tension.

I dropped my glass and went into the pool. “He is not sure.”

He said before I sat down. And I smiled and left.