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Tristan ignoredme for the next three days. I didn’t mind, but I felt I wasn’t making his life miserable after everything he’d put me through, and it became frustrating. At first, I’d thought I could take it, but that was a lie. Lately, I had been punching and stomping on the pillow with his face that Adrian had given me. I lost count of how many times I’d cursed at it.
I didn’t get why he was so mad at me. I hadn’t chosen to be here or to be part of whatever he had going on, so why should I suffer his wrath?
This morning, I tried to say something to him, but he gave me a look that made my lips seal automatically. It was infuriating and was starting to drive me crazy. During breakfast, I dropped my cutlery, making a loud sound to get his attention. He looked at me, and I stared back at him, not smiling.
“I know Adrian says to give you space, but ignoring me completely like I’m invisible is …”
He stood up and grabbed his tablet and phone like I wasn’t talking.
“I’m leaving,” he told Morris and stormed off.
Morris hurried behind him with his briefcase.
I exhaled and stood up. I had to prepare for my online classes. So far, it had been going well. Even better than my classes at the college. I was only having difficulty with my math, but it was no surprise since I sucked at anything that had to do with calculations. The short time given by our professor for the quizzes was just inhumane. How on earth was I going to answer sixty questions in forty-five minutes?
It was almost four in the afternoon, and I was struggling to allow the content in the book I was reading to sink into my brain. I sighed and left the room, shuffling my feet to go to the kitchen and pester Morris.
I stopped in front of Tristan’s room. I looked around before grabbing the door handle. He wouldn’t be home until six, and I was hoping to find something, anything to give me an insight on why I was here or maybe find out what he was hiding.
I slowly opened the door to avoid Morris getting suspicious. The room was dim and depressing, as usual. I closed the door and looked around, wondering where to start snooping. I walked to his nightstand and opened the drawers. I found stacks of journals and business magazines with him on the front cover. The journals were all blank. I walked to the other nightstand. I found a photo album, and I was about to pick it up when I heard footsteps. I thought it would be Morris, but I heard Tristan’s voice.
“Shit, shit,shit!” I looked around for where to hide.
I closed the drawer and ran to the couch at the corner. I hid behind it as the door opened, and footsteps echoed in the room, matching the thumping in my chest.
“… have it ready before I arrive tomorrow. I need all the information you can get on her …”
I heard his footsteps getting closer, and soon, he was sitting on the couch. I pressed myself to the floor, as if it could help me disappear. I stiffened when he threw his head back, brushing his long fingers through his hair as he spoke on the phone. Just a tilt to the right, and he would see me. I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t look my way.
My tensed muscles relaxed when he stood up from the couch after ending his call. I pushed myself up and peeked. He had his back to me as he unbuttoned his shirt. I looked toward the door. I wouldn’t make it out without him seeing me. I sat back and waited for him to enter the shower.
There was a knock on the door, and then it opened.
“Sorry, sir. I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Miss Simpson. I made some pretzels for her, but she is not in her room, and I can’t find her anywhere.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh God, this girl. What is she up to now?” Tristan grunted. “Keep looking. I’m coming.”
The door closed, and I heard feet shuffling. I peeked again and found him pacing the foot of the bed, his hands behind his neck.
“I seriously didn’t ask for any of this, but I need her,” he sighed and walked out of the room.
I stayed there for a few seconds, stunned and confused. I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it gently and peeked. The coast was clear. I sighed in relief and stepped out. I walked quickly to my room but paused when I heard Tristan’s voice coming from my room.
“No, her phone is here. Looks like she was here a few minutes ago. I don’t know, Adrian!”
I shook my head and entered the room. I wasn’t expecting him to be standing in my room with all his buttons undone and his taut torso on display.
“She is here,” he sighed into the phone and hung up.
“What’s up?” I smiled.
He glared at me for a few seconds and walked out without saying anything to me. He made me so crazy that I wanted to rip him apart.
I skipped dinner, not wanting to feel angrier with Tristan’s attitude toward me. Morris came to call me to eat, but I pretended to be asleep.
