Color changing eyes
1123 Words
Tristan lifted her up in his arms all of a sudden. Ivy winced and instinctively held on to him. "Put me down," she managed to say out loud even though she felt dizzy while she stared at his fiery golden brown eyes. She wondered how a man can have this color of eyes. She assumed that he must be wearing contacts. Damn! What was she doing?! Ivy cursed herself and vowed never to look into his eyes again.
Tristan slowly climbed up the stairs while he had his eyes on the pretty girl in his arms. He purposely walked slowly as he didn't know if he would get another opportunity like this anytime sooner. He was confident that she would love him back eventually—but she needed time for that. Until then he was going to be a perfect gentleman and not touch her.
Yet, the demon inside him told him to take her right now. His whole body burned with desire whenever he saw her. It took every ounce of strength that he had in him to control his inner demon's desire that was telling him to sin.
Tristan placed the girl on the bed carefully as if she were a bag of flowers. He took the handcuffs that were attached to the bed and cuffed both of her hands. Now his inner demon was in even more agony than before. His eyes were now blazing red as the desire in him started to burn.
Seeing the pretty girl in a vulnerable state like this made him want her even more. He wanted to get on top of her and do everything that he dreamt of doing to her ever since he saw her in the bar.
Tristan immediately turned his gaze away from her and mumbled, "Have a very good night, barbie girl—"
Then he ran away from the room as soon as he could. He probably shouldn't stay in the same room with her. It was becoming torture for him now. He thought that he had it under control—but now he felt that he was losing himself.
The lust he felt for her was no lesser than the lust he feels for blood. And Tristan was not used to controlling his blood lust. Every time he gets hungry, he pounces and feeds on his prey mercilessly. That was one of the rooms why he was feared by many!
If he couldn't control his bloodlust, then what is the guarantee that he can control his lust for her?! 'No! I can't take her against her will. I need her heart,' he thought and clenched his wrists together. He decided to find a way to control his lust before he does something that he regrets later!
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Ivy was lying in the bed with her hands cuffed to the bed frame. The room was dark now. When Tristan left he had turned off the lights. But still, she couldn't sleep. All she thought about was his eyes! His eyes had changed into the red for a second. But how was that even possible?!
Or maybe it was possible! She had read an article about the color changing contact lenses a few days ago. Some color contact lenses changed their color when exposed to different light and environments. So his eyes must have turned red due to that!
Ivy tried to calm herself down. She shouldn't get scared of such silly things as contact lenses. She has to stay strong and find a way to escape from here. But how?!
The next morning, Ivy woke up to the sweet smell of rose scent. She opened her eyelids slowly and noticed that her hands weren't cuffed anymore. She was free! Then she got down from the bed and went to the bathroom. The scent of the rose petals got stronger as she walked there.
When she got inside, she saw a maid who was sprinkling scented oils and rose petals in the bathtub that was filled with lukewarm water.
"Good morning Miss. Brown! I prepared the bath for you. If you need anything else then please tell me—"
Ivy was speechless. She was a rich girl but even she didn't have maids to prepare her bath. Their family had maids just to cook and clean the house. Was Tristan filthy rich enough to have maids for this?! What was he, a Prince or King?
The maid assumed that Ivy didn't need anything else as she was silent, so she excused herself and left the room. Even though Ivy wasn't looking forward to taking a bath this early, she stripped down from her dress and stepped in the tub as the strong scent of garden roses called her to get in the tub.
She felt so relaxed! After being under stress for the past two days, she felt her body relax to the comfort that lukewarm water provided her. At that moment, she forgot that she was actually kidnapped.
After a nice bath, she wrapped her body with a towel and got out of the bathroom. The maid could have placed the clothes for her in the hanger of the bathroom itself. But there was just a towel in there and nothing more than that.
She placed a hand over her towel and came out of the bathroom. Her eyes widened when she saw the sight before her. Tristan was standing before her and his eyes were red just like yesterday. His hands started trembling as if he was going to fall unconscious on the floor very soon. What happened to him?!
"I…. I….," He stammered and looked away from her as if he was repulsed by her. "I bought you all the clothes from your favorite brand."
After saying that, he ran away from the room like a scared little kitten. Ivy wondered why he was acting weird. He usually spoke like a lion to her. But now he has changed into a kitten?!
Ivy's jaw dropped as she saw the clothes that were on the bed. They were designer clothes! Her favorite fashion designer from the Upper Eastside must have made them. She picked up a golden yellow dress and saw the tag that had the word limited edition in it.
All the clothes on this bed must have cost a fortune to buy. She made a rough estimate that they all were worth forty thousand dollars. Even her own father wouldn't give her this much allowance to buy these many clothes. Why was Tristan doing this for her?! Does he think that he could win her by gifting her things?! No way! She was a Queen and she can't be won by someone this easily.
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