TRISTAN
The meeting room felt suffocating.
I sat there like a statue while Alaric and Victoria discussed business points with Andre and his father, but my mind was somewhere else entirely- on her. Maya.
The way her eyes had filled with tears when she walked out on me. The crack in her voice when she said maybe we wouldn’t work out.
I couldn’t breathe properly.
Alaric turned to me. “Tristan, you’ve been quiet. Where’s Maya? She was supposed to join us for lunch.”
I sighed heavily, rubbing my jaw. “She wasn’t feeling well. She left right before the meeting started. Said her head was hurting.”
Andre, that smug bastard, leaned forward with a small smile. “She was fine when she was with me. We had coffee. Cleared the air. She seemed perfectly okay.”
My blood boiled. I slowly turned my
