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09.



Breakfast was a blur of long chatty conversations and laughter.

Surprisingly, for a man who rarely spoke until he was spoken to, Tristan didn't stop chattering all through the meal and as a matter of course, my family couldn't stop gushing over every word he said.

He talked about his company, he engaged my brother in conversations concerning his project, then he flattered my mother's cooking and showered her with loads of compliments that made her flush red.

He had effortlessly eased his way into the heart of my family and made them fall for his graces, so much so that It felt natural having him here, almost as though he'd always been a part of us, and I didn't know why it upset me so much but it did.

Maybe it was because I still couldn't decipher his intentions. Did he really care for my family or was all this just an act? Would it stop if I still didn't take him back? Did I want to?

I stripped out of my night clothes, lost in thought as I stepped underneath the warm cascading water.

I never thought I'd admit it but as ridiculous as it might sound, I kind of liked this new Tristan better and wished he could stay like this forever but I knew that was just naive thinking. He would change, eventually. The reality crashed over me. They all did.

I ran a hand up my face and through my hair.

"I think I'm in love..."

Thinking about those words twisted up my head and emotions. What did it mean? What had he been thinking when he said it?

Again, maybe I'd heard wrong. I didn't want to start getting ahead of myself and believing what wasn't there. I exhaled and grabbed my hair shampoo. And even if I didn't hear wrong and he really did love me what would change?

My past relationships had wounded my pride beyond repair and made me doubt my womanhood in every way possible. I'd given them the power to hurt me and they'd wielded it. Tristan did too, so many times, and now he was asking for that power back. He wanted me to come back to him, it meant losing myself in him again, it meant being utterly vulnerable with my heart susceptible. I couldn't yield because this time, he might not only end up hurting my heart but shattering my very soul with it. I loved him that much and It wasn't a chance I was willing to take.

There was still no hope for us. Albeit, I was just going to enjoy his presence and find some sort of closure while he was here. When he eventually got tired and gave up, I'd let him go with my heart untouched and guarded. 

My shower was soothing. After half an hour of washing my hair and soaking my skin, I cut the water off and stepped out. The house was oddly quiet. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body. As I reached for my hair towel, I couldn't help but wonder if Tristan was still downstairs trying so hard to make my family love him.

I couldn't hear their chattering. Were they done? What were they up to now?

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and wiped my hair. It took almost five minutes to get the water out. I made my way back into my bedroom right after, and the moment I entered, I caught my breath and froze, unprepared for the startling sight that welcomed me;

Tristan, sitting on my bed with his eyes fixed on the flesh-pink, veiny dildo he was holding firmly in his hand.

Jesus Christ.

Heat coiled in my gut and my cheeks turned red.

His eyes were hooded when they lifted to capture mine. "So this is my replacement?" The dark fascination in his voice made a shiver cascade down my spine but I recovered myself quickly and marched forward to snatch the damn thing from his grasp.

"I see you're not only a psychopath but also a pervert who clearly doesn't respect boundaries. "I shoved it back into my open drawer and shut it with a bang, trying very hard to hide my mortification. "What the hell are you snooping through my drawers for?"

He shrugged, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his beautiful face as his eyes darted down my face to my chest, reminding me that I was wet and the only barrier of protection I had was a fluffy towel. "I came to get you so we could leave but I got bored."

"How nice." I jeered, bunching up the towel in my chest, wrong move, it rode up my thighs and his eyes followed, darkening. I maintained my composure. "Please get out."

"Is that what you use to fuck yourself in my absence, that thing?" He asked, blatantly ignoring my dismissal as he stared at my closed drawer.

My cheeks burned a shade darker. Lord have mercy. This man had no filter. I pointed to my door, refusing to cower. "Get out of my room, Tristan before I call for my mom."

His smug smile widened. "Good, call her, maybe then I can show her what her daughter sticks into her pussy when no one is watching."

My stomach dropped. "God, you're horrible. Please leave, I want to get dressed."

"Don't let me stop you, princess."

I made a disgusted face. "Can you get any more perverted?"

He gave a soft laugh, getting up. "You act as if I haven't already seen, tasted, and memorized every part of your body."

I immediately took a step back. Somehow I preferred him when he was still sitting and not towering over me. Sometimes the height difference between us was unnerving. He moved an inch forward. I withdrew. "The doors the other way."

"Who do you think of when you do it? Is it me?"

I huffed, pretending that my knees weren't going weak from his smoldering gaze. "You wish."

He moved closer. "Then who? That surgeon?" The dark flash that past his eyes was a telltale sign of pure jealousy.

I almost laughed. Such an oblivious moron. Since he had no idea that Xavier was out of my life for good, I lied. "Ding ding ding, bingo."

The blue flecks in his irises turned a shade darker. "Did you sleep with him?" His tone was slightly threatening but the defiance in me cocked her head up and so did I to meet his stare.

"And if I did?"

Another step and he was close enough to be inside my personal space. "I'd have to kill him."

The way he said those words without a hint of humor made me shudder involuntarily. I didn't know but something in his eyes had me convinced he could.

I laughed it off softly and shifted backward, wanting to get away but my hip hit the edge of the table behind me. Crap. I was trapped but forced myself to maintain my composure as I sassed. "Is that jealousy I smell?"

"No princess, not jealousy." He droned, closing the distance between us. He was so close now that I could feel his heat and taste his delicious cologne on my tongue. I leaned back, my hands gripping the table behind me. "I'm very possessive of what's mine. When it comes to you, I don't like to share."

"Well sorry to burst your bubbles but I don't belong to you. You don't own me, not that you ever did." I bit, proud I managed to keep my emotions out of my voice. "I can be with anyone I please."

He smiled. It was wicked and cunning and oh so devilish. "You're right, you can but your eyes tell me you won't, because..." He reached out ever so slightly and ran the tips of his fingers down my cheek. "You're crazy over me just as I am over you."

My lips parted to accommodate air. "Is that so?" My words came out hoarsely and a bit too breathy.

"Mm." He smeared his thumb over my parted lip. "But you take pride in denying it and you try your hardest to fight the connection between us."

My breasts rose as I took a deep breath. The energy between us was crackling hot again, burning me, melting me. I licked my lips. God, this man was a temptation even the devil couldn't possibly fathom. It was a wonder how I managed to keep my voice from wavering. "I can't deny what does not exist, I feel nothing for you."

"I bet all my fortune you do. In fact," his eyes lowered to my towel. "I bet if I took this off right now and looked between your legs, I would find you burning for me."

I clasped my legs shut and gulped down the tight lump building in my throat. He was right. If he looked between my legs, he would find me hot and wet and very ready. Who could blame me? This man affected me in ways that were inexplicable. Every fiber of my being wanted him inside me again and I was trying my best to fight the staggering urge off as best as I could but being so up close and personal with his deliciously intoxicating smell clogging my nostrils wasn't helping.

"You're shivering," he drawled, stealing back my attention. "I'm right, aren't I?"

I swallowed, not entirely sure I could form words even if I wanted to but I tried. "No moron, I'm just cold."

He chuckled. "I see it in your eyes, Sienna, it's written all over your face, in the flush of your skin, the hue in your cheeks. You might hate me on the outside but between those sheets, you can't deny the truth." He leaned over, his lips to my ears, tormenting me with his warm dizzying breath for a mere moment before whispering. "I pleasure your body in ways no man ever has, ever will, and you crave it, you need it, you need me."

My stomach tightened as instant coils of desire twisted through me. It was just mere words, why the hell was my traitorous body getting aroused by it?

He pulled back in that moment and looked at me with eyes so full of desire that I could drown in them. "I'll be downstairs. Gear up princess, we leave in ten."

"To where?" I asked in a nervous rush when he started towards my bedroom door.

He turned. His mouth curved into a war-stopping smile. He winked. "It's a surprise."

***

"Italy?!" I exclaimed over the classic music playing through Tristan's car stereo.

We'd been driving for over thirty minutes and he still didn't tell me where we were going, and it wasn't until I threatened to jump out of the car that he finally uttered those heart-stopping words to me. "We're going to Italy."

"You're taking me to Italy?!"

The beautiful man beside me chuckled, his eyes partially on the road. "Yes, I am, now calm down okay, I already got permission from your mother to steal you away for as long as I need to."

I inhaled a large breath to bring my thumping heart rate down. I couldn't believe a word he was saying. "Are you out of your mind?! This is not part of the plan! I agreed to go out on a date with you and not on a cruise to another country!"

He turned towards me, throwing a boyish grin my way. "Relax princess, you're going to love it there."

Oh, I knew I would, Italy was a beautiful place but- "No, take me back home!"

"Can't."

I expelled a harsh frustrated breath. Was he honestly insane?! "Tristan I can't go with you. I don't even have my passport with me!"

His eyes shifted back to the road, biceps flexing as he steered the wheel.  "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

I shook my head. "What about my clothes huh? I didn't bring anything with me, am I supposed to walk around Italy naked?" I flared, a little frustrated and antsy.

-but instead of taking me seriously, he looked at me with heat in his eyes and said. "No, but you can walk around our bedroom naked."

I blanched. "Tristan!"

He laughed amusedly. "You don't have to worry about money with me, princess. As soon as we arrive, we'll buy you whatever you need."

I opened my mouth, searching for more arguments but I couldn't think of anything. My brain had gone blank on me. I bit my lip and flat-out protested. "Tristan just stop it, I can't go to Italy."

"Too late, we're already here." He maneuvered the car into a Hobart International Airport and drove past the security checkpoint to a hangar where a white Gulfstream was parked.

My mouth dried and my scalp prickled at the sight of it. I couldn't believe it, I was going to Italy on a private jet. 

Tristan stopped the car and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait here." Before I could object, he opened the door and disappeared through it. I stared at my hands on my lap. A lot of things had happened in the past twenty-four hours that just didn't make sense to me. This man...I raised my head and watched him through the glass window as he shook hands with another petite Caucasian man I assumed was the pilot.

They talked and laughed fondly. A few minutes later, he returned to my side of the car, accompanied by two security guards who went straight for the trunk.

He opened my door, smiling down at me. "Come on."

I bit the corner of my lip, staring at his outstretched hand. As much as the idea of visiting Italy for the very first time thrilled me, I wasn't sure I wanted to-oh!-he grabbed my hand and slid me out of the car like I was made of air. I collided against his chest, gasping from the shock.

"Sorry, but we're running on a very tight schedule." He put his arm around the small of my back and started to walk me toward his jet.

Just as we approached, the oval door of the jet started to open, revealing the stairwell and the cabin crew consisting of a multitude of female attendants who were all donned in navy blue square neck sheath gowns with matching garrison-like headpieces and silk scarf wrapped around their necks.

Holding me tight around the waist, Tristan led me up the airstairs. "Careful Princess."

This was absurd. He was treating me like a child and yet I was reddening like a fool.

At the zenith of the stairs, the attendants bowed slightly, all in unison. And then a young slender girl who stood out with her ginger red hair stepped forward to introduce herself as Joslyn, the newest attendant.

For a brief moment, I liked her, but then she looked at Tristan with a particular prurient glint in her eyes that sent her straight to my blacklist.

"Thank you," I said pointedly, stealing her heated gaze away from the unsuspecting moron standing obliviously beside me.

She stared at me and I stared back at her, lowering my lashes in a bitch back the fuck up way that she understood immediately.

"Please, enjoy your flight." She said with a bright smile on her face.

I grabbed Tristan's arm. "We will."

With that, the attendants all filed in, clearing our path. Tristan turned to look at me, his head cocked to one side, amusement in his eyes.

"What?" I snapped, flushing. Did he notice?

His lips quirked up. "She just turned nineteen, Sienna, you have nothing to worry about."

My brows furrowed. So what? If she was older he would've- what the hell are you doing?!-I snapped out of it and disconnected my hand from his. "I wasn't worried."

He chuckled. "Come on."

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the cabin, immediately taken aback by how huge and ultra-luxurious it was.

The door to the cockpit opened and a pilot, different from the one Tristan had conversed with stepped out. "Mr. Larsen." They shook hands. "Welcome abroad." He angled his head to stare at me. "And you must be Mrs. Larsen, the wife I have heard so much about." He extended his hand my way and I accepted his light shake. I had no idea Tristan talked about me. This was new knowledge, a very flattering one. "Hope you enjoy flying with us."

"I will, thank you."

With a one-finger salute, he disappeared back into the cockpit.

"Come."

Tristan took my hand, ushering me through the marbled aisle into the led-covered lounge cabin filled with dark sofas, a massive TV, and a mini bookshelf.

Just as we sat on opposite sides of the lounge chair and buckled our seatbelts, the engine of the jet rumbled to life.

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, feeling my heartbeat escalating as the plane tilted, taxing onto the runway. This was the part I hated.

A pilot's voice rang over the concealed speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard the G6 with service from Cambridge, Tasmania, Australia to Venice, Italy. We are currently second in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately four minutes. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and turn off all personal electronic devices. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. While we wait for take-off, please take a moment to review the safety brochure. Thank you."

My skin grew moist with perspiration. I picked up the brochure on the table in front of me and read through it to distract myself from my beating heart. I hated flying.

"Do you need me to hold your hand?"

I snapped my head up and found Tristan staring at me with mirth dancing in his eyes.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." No, I was not.

"Are you sure? You look like you're about to throw up."

At this point, he was just making fun of me. I clapped back. "Maybe if you weren't sitting right in front of me and I had nothing else to stare at but your face, I wouldn't feel the need to throw up."

He laughed. "Ouch, that's a good one."

I rolled my eyes at him and lowered it to the brochure.

"Alright, the G6 has been cleared and is ready for take-off, buckle up."

The jet moved with applied power.

Oh boy.

I swallowed a gulp and gripped the brochure tighter, trying not to let my panic show.

Crap, here we go.

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