She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table, and you know it.
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Mark Anthony

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"Hey, uh, do you mind if I find a station that Ed Sheeran?" I asked Tristian because I didn't like his choice in music.

I even reached for the controls, but Tristian caught my hand and winked at me. "Nah...Driver picks the music."

I scowled and returned my hand to my lap, deciding I was totally driving the next time we went anywhere, while Tristian. spent the next ten minutes trying to educate me on why country music should be appreciated more. My pop-loving heart rejected every claim he made, even though I had to admit his enthusiasm for something he liked was pretty cute. The argument with Tessa and Stacy hurt me and I was a fool to run away from there.

I don't why it's very different when I'm with him. It's like he's pushing me. I mean in a good way. I never angry, I'm emotional but anger wasn't in my plate but when I'm with Tristian, I feel angry. I want to shout, hit him and at the same time kiss the hell out of him.

This is all within a period of one week and that's annoying the crap out of me. How can my life turn upside down within a week? This feels so unreal but I love it. Each and every moment of it.

I realized we were headed out of town and driving a beautiful back road, one that wasn't familiar to me. When he pulled into the drive of a house made of tan brick with dark brown shutters and white trim, I was instantly charmed.

"Mmm...I like this."

Tristian pulled into the garage and killed the engine before turning to me. He grinned like a kid eager to show off his collection. "Let me show you around."

He took me inside through the back where we entered a spotless mudroom and then down a hall until we came out into the kitchen.

"So this is where the grand master chef of grilled cheese sandwiches hangs his hat, huh?" I took in the stainless steel appliances and white cabinets.

"Indeed. Maybe where we'll have makeup sex," he suggests and my body instantly responds. I feel a chill down my spine. I could definitely imagine my life here with him but I didn't know whether it'll end up being reality.

Tristian looped a hand around my waist and swept me along through the morning room, a great room, dining room, foyer, music room, and library in hyper speed.

He took my hand, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Come on. I want to show you what I've been dying for you to see since the first time met you."

"O... Okay...Let me guess, your bedroom," I said and laughed as he rushed us toward the stairs and to the second level.

He stepped into a huge bedroom that had to be the master suite and pointed toward a window along the far wall.

"This is my room," he said.

I turned to the window, since that seemed to be what he wanted me to look at.

"Oh... My God," I said, my feet carrying me to the seated box window without me being aware of it. "It... It...It's amazing."

"Wow," I uttered, reaching out slowly to touch the window seat as if I feared it would disappear if I tried.

"I kept wanting to sit here every morning, drinking coffee and dreaming about our future." He didn't say 'his' future, he said 'our' future. He trying to involve me in every part of his life.

His lets goes of my hand and sits near the window while I settle on his bed. He pours. "Come here," he orders. I shake my head with a frown.

"I want to talk and being near will not help," I admit because it's true. Being near him blinds me and my brain doesn't work properly.

"Okay," he mutters.

"I...I want to try this like you said but I can't immediately jump to dating. It's a lot to take. How about baby steps?" I asked and he smiles showing his cute dimples.

"Okay," he mutters again and I sigh in the relief.

"I...I have dated twice in high school and there's no one after day. It was just Troy and you know it ended. I'm not very experienced in this. I don't know what to do or say. So you have to be patient with me and I promise it to be patient with you too. And you have to take this seriously. No chasing after strange vagina while you're with me."

"Relax, I won't chase any vagina but yours." Dammit, I'm going to regret this.

"Sex is clearly off-limits...for now." I wait for an out-bursting from him but I don't hear anything.

"Okay," he mutters and I sigh.

"Okay. That's it I guess." There's a moment of awkward silence between us. "Why're you telling anything? Why're you listening to all my rules without an argument?"

"Do you want me to argue, Love?"

I groan. "No. I mean...why? I still can't believe that someone like you wants me without expecting anything. You really don't like a doctor either. It's confusing the hell out of me."

He laughs. "Now I'm offended. Tell me, who do you think I look like?"

"Umm...Stripper? Dancer? Gym Trainer? Cop? All this is understandable but a doctor? You really don't look like one. Doctors are always serious and I don't know...responsible? I mean..you just don't give me that vibe." He laughs and I sigh. This is what I was telling about. My brain doesn't work clearly when I'm with him. I ramble or maybe blabber. Something like that.

"Stripper...huh?" he questions and I bite my lip being slightly nervous. "Relax, grab a shirt of mine from the closet and wear it. Let me take a shower. Order something. I'm really hungry. Dinner was nice but my stomach is growling again." he tells before walking towards a room which I assume is the bathroom. I clear the sound of door closing and I sigh in relief.

I grab and white shirt of Tristian's and wear it. Placing my dress on the couch. I make the call to the pizza place, and change channels on the TV, turning up the volume to drown out the sound of singing now emanating from the bathroom. Singing? Tristian? He really loves to surprise me.

The flies open and after few moments later and Tristian emerges...completely naked.

My mouth falls open as he walks across the room like it's the most normal thing in the world. My eyes are drawn to the considerable appendage bobbing between his legs. Holy shit, no wonder he's so cocky. Pun intended.

He walks to the vanity just outside the bathroom door and faces the mirror, giving me a view of his tight, toned ass. I want to squeeze the hell out of it. I mean, I want him to put some clothes on.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he smirks. "You can check out my ass. No need to hide it."

"What do you think you're doing?" I shout, trying to hide the amusement.

"You told me I gave you a stripper vibe so why not try it. Plus I sleep naked." I sigh. I should have expected this. He's really cocky.

There's a knock on the front. door. Thanking for a excuse to escape from here, I quickly run downstairs open the door.

"What do I owe you?" I ask, and she nods, not answering my question, her wide eyes glued to the shirt I was wearing.

"How much?" I ask again, and she jerks her gaze away. "Oh...um...twenty-three dollars."

I walk slowly to his room and I sigh when I see him still naked.
"Put some damn clothes on," I tell him, annoyed. He's lean and tan, every muscle clearly outlined under his smooth tatted skin. Damn, I'm staring at him again.

Forcing myself to turn away, I set the pizza box down and grab a slice. At least when he joins me on the couch, he's pulled on a pair of sweat pants, but his bare, chiseled chest is still on display. What is wrong with me?

"Your cheeks are red,"he points out, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"It's warm in here."

"Uh-huh." He digs into the pizza, grinning at me. "You want me. It's okay. Perfectly natural."

"I do not want you!"

"Your pointy nipples say different." I immediately stare at him chest where my nipples are poking through his shirt. I clear my throat as I adjust the shirt so that it doesn't show the proof about the effect he have on my body.

"Can't you just shut up and eat?"

"Absolutely." He manages about forty seconds of silence before adding, "There're guest rooms but we can sleep together if you're scared of ghosts."

"You heard the part about there being no sex till I decide it's time, right?" I ask making sure he heard what I told him.

"Yeah, but that was before you started objectifying me." You got to be kidding me. Objectifying? Me?

I'm going to strangle him. "You're the one prancing around naked. I know you're a playboy and had lots of sex, but you can pack it away for a day. I don't need to see it."

"Fine." He sits back and takes a drink. "But since I showed you mine, it's only fair that..."

"Forget it," I laugh, and he smiles at me. His dimples again. It's a crime to have such cute dimples.

"Just the boobs?" I laugh again.

"Nope."

"You're no fun." He pouts and I resist the urge to smile.

After we eat, Tristian flips through the TV channels until he finds a movie and stretches out on the bed. My eyes grow heavy, so I join him. I didn't want to take a guest room. Knowing he's around me, calms my nerves.

I do my best to ignore him as I snuggle down under the covers, but, damn, I can feel his heat from here.

Slowly he drapes his arm around me. "No touching. Baby steps?," I remind, trying my best not to smile.

"I like to cuddle, so you're just going to have to deal."

I laugh as I roll on the bed, facing him. "Okay," I mutter with a smile playing on my lips.

"I want kisses too. You can't ban me from that," he argues and my body shakes laughter.

"Okay," I mutter and he kisses my forehead.

"Goodnight Love."

"Goodnight Tristian." This feels good, really good. I sigh as I snuggle against him enjoying his smell and the rhythm of his breathing.

It would probably be completely unnecessary for me to say my day at Tristian's was amazing, but it was. It totally was.

We spent most of it inside, wrapped in a blanket together, enjoying the sunset. Or we watched movies, argued politics, heck, we even played a couple games of chess together. And I took a spin in his mammoth kitchen once or twice, whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

Nothing else in the world existed but us.

I took Wednesday off by the time Thursday came around, we were both loath to return to reality.

"Do you really have to go?" Tristian asks for the fifth time and I chuckle.

"I have to work. We'll meet later."

"We had just one day together," he complains and I sigh. I move towards him and wrap my arms around him.

"I have to go," I mutter. I can't afford another day of absence. My bills will pile up if I won't go for my job.

"Okay but promise me that you'll meet me today in the restaurant you work. We have a date today evening." I smile seeing excitement. He's very excited for this.

I nod my head. "Okay. It's a date," I mutter trying to cover up my own excitement.

He eyes lights up and I see him grabbing a bag from the closet. He hands it to me. "I want you to wear this. I'll wait for me. Today is a very important day for me and I want to end it with you beside me," he tells before pulling me for a hug.

"What's so special?" I asked and he gives a shy smile of his. Shy? Tristian? I can't believe this.

"I'm now the chief of surgery from today. My dad retired from that post and well I got most number of votes from the chair members so yeah..I'm promoted. I have treat to all my colleagues and family but today is special. I always wanted that post. I worked hard for that and I want to celebrate my first day of promotion with you and it'll be another date for us too." I couldn't help but smile seeing the expression on his face. It's a special day for him and he wants to celebrate it with me. God! This is just amazing.

"I'll be there, I promise," I mutter with a smile.

No way, I'm gonna miss this. I want to hear all the stories he want to say about his first day after being promoted.

I smile at the mirror wearing the red dress Tristian brought for me. It's amazing and I feel beautiful wearing it. I pair with a white stone earrings which was actually my mom's.

Today morning when I reached home, it was empty and dad was gone. So I sighed in relief and went for work. The whole day, I was excited for this.

I grab my purse and turn to leave. "Ace, be a good boy. I have to go," I pat Ace on his head.

There's a knock on the door and I frown when I hear the sound of door opening. My whole body freezes when I see my dad in the doorway of my room. He's drunk as usual and his eyes scans me. "Where are you going?" he asks and my body tense up.

"I have to meet a friend," I mutter and I see him nod his head.

"Okay..but you're not going," he mutters and my eyes wide in horror. No way!

"Dad, I have to go. This is important. You can't order me around. I'm an adult and I know to make decisions for myself," I snap walking towards him.

"You bitch," he shouts and hand ends up on my face, giving me a strong slap. I loose my balance and fall on the floor.

"Stay here, silently. My friends are gonna join me and I need you here. If you be a good girl then they won't touch you today otherwise you know where this would end," he shouts and tears forms in my eyes. I don't have an option, I can't escape. They must be in the driveway. Running away will just increase their need to chase me so it's better to sit here silently bearing their stares. I see my dad taking my phone away. He does it always so I won't end up calling someone for help. He walks away and I sigh. Ace runs towards me and I hug him trying to control my tears.

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