Tristian's POV
Six Years Ago
The sun rays filtered through the motel windows and I stood up, eager to close it and shut them out. It was at that moment I noticed that she wasn't in the room, that the young lady I had spent the night with was nowhere to be found.
Worried, I entered the bathroom, checking to catch a glimpse of the hair that had had me in my feelings the previous night. She wasn't in the room at all.
Alarmed, I flung a bathrobe on top of my briefs and hurried down the stairs, giving the surprised receptionist a hasty look.
"Have you seen the young lady I came into this motel with last night?"
"Yes sir, she left about an hour ago. She told me you were going to foot the motel bills, sir. So I had to let her go. Any problem?"
"No, none at all. Thank you."
