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I was mad at the bitch. Yes, mad. How could she hurt him like that! Tristan was seemingly kind and genuine, I couldn’t imagine anyone betraying him like that.
“That’s low. I’m so sorry.” I could not—did not resist the urge to reach out and touch his hands gently.
He let out a breath, and overturned his hands to take mine. They closed over mine, large and warm. It soothed my entire body. This was already too dangerous, too deep.
“It is what it is. Anyway, we’re divorced now. She took a lot of my money, but I’m just glad to be rid of her.” He tried to brush it off. But I knew it hurt, I could hear it in his voice. Feel it; I saw it in the tenseness of his body.
“I can’t imagine why she would do that. You seem like a really good man.”
“Seem?” His playful smirk returned and I relaxed.
“For now.”
Chapter Twenty One: Tristan
There was never a woman that invaded my thoughts as much as Emilia had.
It was just like after the party. She was on my mind every morning, and every afternoon and evening. Of course, it sucked I couldn’t have sex with her unless I am imagining it. I wanted her. There is no doubt about it. I wished she wasn’t so head strong.
I wanted to adhere to her wishes of keeping this professional, but I was a natural tease after all. It made it easier over text message, that way she didn’t yell at me. Quite frankly actually seeing her angry was a turn on.
Morning, baby doll.
I texted her every morning. At first, she would just remind me of
what she said a few days ago. It had only been a week since that day in the flower shop. I was still going out of my mind, and I hadn’t even seen her. I tried making dinner arrangements, then stepped it down to lunch, and even just a drink. She kept denying it. I guess I should be flattered that she doesn’t trust herself around me.
Hey Tristan.
That’s all I get??
Yes.
I figured I would leave her alone for a second. I did not get out of bed until almost noon, I had to say I liked this new way of living but I did feel extremely unproductive. I made some coffee and used my home gym that I was almost never in.
It had pretty much everything except hogging gym goers. I hit the weights until my muscles twitched everywhere, and finished it off with cardio on the treadmill. As I downed my water, I thought of teasing Emilia even more. It might only be pissing her off, but it was still too much fun.
I stepped to the wall mirror and snapped a picture, I was sans shirt and it felt like high school, maybe even junior high but I still did it. I’m not conceited, but I take care of myself; run, lift weights, eat well. I looked good. Doesn’t mean I’m cocky, but I was confident. She sent a message back in less than a minute. I smirked.
But I decided to make her wait until I was out of the shower and dressed. When I saw the reply, I wanted to take another shower. A cold one. Baby doll was good at playing the game. She sent back a picture of herself. I could tell she was in her flower shop because behind her was the familiar wall of peonies, but she was in a thin tank top with skinny straps. I hoped it wasn’t what she was wearing because I could see everything clearly. She might as well be naked. The rosy pink of her nipples poked through. Fuck me.
I hope that isn’t what you’re wearing at work…
No. She replied with another picture of herself in a tunic with a zipper down the front, hence why she needed the tank I guess.
Good. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing that.
Why? You aren’t the boss of me.
No, I’m not. But you seem to be the boss of my cock ‘cause it doesn’t listen to me anymore.
She sent me back at least ten smiley faces. Though it wasn’t funny to either of us.
What are you doing? I asked her.
Organizing the shop and I just finished a design for Gabriella.
I had an idea then. That wedding was the only reason for me to even see her.
