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“Then why are you still here?”
“Because…” She fervently shook her head, obviously flustered by my question. “I… I…”
“You what?”
“I don’t know, alright? First you trick me into believing you’re someone you’re not, and then you drag me into this classroom alone with you, and now I’m tardy to my first class. I think that justifies my hesitation to answer your question, don’t you think?”
“Yet you’re still here. I hate to break it to you, kitten, but this is just the first encounter of many to come between us. Get used to me in your life.”
I backed away, never once breaking our deep stare as I spoke with conviction…
“Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Six
—Belle—
Now: One month later
There I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a white lace wedding dress. The six-carat oval-shaped diamond engagement ring on my finger shined bright against the morning sun.
The memory of when Tristian showed up at my house after we signed the contracts flew through my mind.
I opened the door, surprised to see him standing there. “What are you doing here?”
He took one look at me wearing my yellow silk robe and smiled. “I thought we could have a slumber party.”
“Not a chance in hell, Tristian.”
“Careful, kitten. I could always sneak in through your window. You remember how much you used to love that.”
I shook my head, responding in a stern tone, “You have a very warped definition of love. All I remember is how much you enjoyed torturing me with your cold hands in the middle of the night, waking me up from a peaceful sleep.”
“And when my warm tongue woke you up with my face in between your legs? That was torture for you too?”
I cleared my throat, subconsciously closing my robe tighter as I felt the weight of his words.
“Kitten, closing your robe isn’t going to do much for your hard nipples that are pointing right at me.”
I instantly folded my arms over my chest. “I’m cold. It has nothing to do with your effect on me.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
“Is this why you came here? To torture me some more?”
“Are you going to deny the fact you used to beg me to come tuck you in at night?”
“I did no such thing!”
“Kitten, who do you think you’re talking to? It’s your Tristian.”
“You’re not mine, and you never were.”
“How long do you intend to keep this charade up?”
“For as long as it takes for you to realize it isn’t fake.”
“You’re going to be my wife in less than a month.”
