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“See? Hazel clearly has a problem with me.” Nikita scoffed, shutting the car trunk.
“Who wouldn’t?” Tristan said jokingly and opened the door to the backseat for her.
She rolled her eyes and got in then he shut the door, turning to me. “What?” He asked, probably noticing my disapproval.
I was trying my best to hide my infuriation, but it just wasn’t working.
“So you thought it was best to just make this decision without asking me first?” I said brusquely. His face contorted into a frown so I quickly added sarcastically, “I’m sorry. It’s your house, so you can make any decision regarding it.”
I got into the passenger seat and waited for him to get into the driver's seat. He started the car and zoomed out of the compound.
The drive would’ve been quiet if Nikita wasn't on the phone with someone and making churlish comments that I could tell were indirectly referring to me.
The car finally stopped in front of the mansion.
Tristan got out of the car first.
“Listen b***h, if you try to boss me around, I’ll ruin you. I don't know what your stupid-ass self is still doing with my brother, but I'll make sure to put you in your f*****g place, you motherfucking gold-digger.” She threatened and before I could lash out at her, Tristan opened the door for her and she got out.
I also got out of the car— my head was burning with intense fury— "are you crazy? What the hell is your problem?” I hurled. What have her the right to speak to me in such a manner?
She wore an innocent face at Tristan who turned to me, frowning harder. “Hey. Don’t speak to her like that. No one yells at my younger sister in my presence.”
“I told you.” She said to him, wearing a sinister grin when he wasn't looking. “She's just—”
“You won’t scold her. Maybe that's why she's so rude and going insane!”
“Hazel! Don't piss me off!” He snapped.
I walked away and stormed into the house.
I was greeted by a few workers but was too cheesed off to respond to them and headed straight for our bedroom.
I had never felt this furious in my life and Nikita being around was only going to fuel this side of me.
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~ TRISTAN ~
Hazel has been asleep since we returned and now that she was awake, she still wasn’t going to speak to me. I prayed the same thing that had happened in Spain wasn't going to repeat itself.
“Did you say anything to piss her off?” I asked Nikita who was on her tablet, wearing the most uninterested expression ever.
“Your wife is just so f*****g dramatic. I only wanted her to not boss me around. The b***h has to know that no b***h can tell me what to do.” She shrugged.
An explosion just occurred in my head from the fact that I once again let the stupidity of my so-called care for Nikita ruin something. “Did you just refer to my wife as a b***h?”
She only rolled her eyes, popping the gum she was chewing.
“I’m certain you must’ve been rude to her. I have to warn you to not ever utter any word to hurt her again. How on Earth could I have supported you?” My brain was frying with wrath and guilt for yelling at Hazel. “Is this why you wanted to come here? To frustrate her?” I barked at her, finally gaining her full attention.
“You promised to not yell at me.” She pouted.
“Don't try to fool me. You need to respect my wife, okay? This is your last warning.” I pointed an index finger at her, feeling the vein in my head pop out.
“Tristan, you—”
“Do I make myself clear?!”
Her facial expression darkened as she muttered, “yes.”
Walking out of her presence, I left for my bedroom and got in.
Hazel was on the couch, reading a book I assumed was a romance novel.
I shut the door, strutted to her, and sat beside her. She didn’t even spare me a glance.
“So we’re going to start the same drama that happened in Spain? Uh?” I leaned closer to her with a boyish smile.
She still didn’t respond to me.
“Gosh, you should know how much I hate being ignored. So anytime you’re mad at me, you won’t speak to me?” Still no response.
“Okay, I apologize for yelling at you earlier. I didn’t even bother to think of what Nikita could’ve done, knowing how terrible she can be sometimes—”
“Sometimes?” She huffed, still not taking her gaze from the novel. I grabbed it from her and placed it on the table. “Hey! I haven't put a mark on the page yet!”
“Yeah, whatever.” I held her hands in mine. “I’m sorry for not asking you first before deciding on letting Nikita stay here. Life has made me gotten used to making decisions on my own, but since I’m married to you and this is 'your' house too, I shouldn’t decide on something without confirming if it’ll be convenient for you.”
I couldn’t believe I just said that; I never requested anyone’s permission before, but Hazel could make me do things I would’ve never done to anyone else— even apologizing to her was a strange thing from me.
She had a blank expression, making it seem as though I hadn’t apologized enough. “I only thought it’d be best if both of you spend time together since you’re sworn enemies and you hate each other so much.”
“I don’t hate your sister. I just— she just brings back bad memories.”
“Bad memories?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
She widened her eyes. “N-no. I didn’t—”
I let out a chuckle and she followed suit.
“You should let to not just support her blindly because she's your sister and hurt other people's feelings.” She sounded serious.
“I'll try my best to. It's a thing I'm so used to and it never helps her.” I heaved a sigh.
“If you yell at me again, I won't go to bed like that but will break yours and Nikita's heads.”
I burst into laughter. “I'll also try my best not to.”
“Thank you.”
“So…would you like to do anything fun? I have my leisure time today as well.” I winked.
“Really?! We can go to a club, have fun, and dance all night long.” She grinned.
Her smile made a twitch occur in my heart. It felt so heavenly, like something I could pay a fortune to get. Gosh, this woman is damn beautiful!
“So you want us to go to a club? Then you'll get drunk and dance around a pole again?” I sniggered. “I was going crazy that day. You danced incredibly. I think I’ll create a pole here for entertainment.”
“I can’t believe I can still dance well around a pole.”
“You were once a pole dancer? Why?”
“For money. Duh.” It seemed like the words rolled out of her mouth before she could control it.
“So you were you a stripper or something?” I wondered, growing very curious.
“Let’s forget I said anything.” She smiled and rose to her feet.
“Hazel,” I grabbed her hand and stood in front of her. “What were you? I literally know nothing about your past, just you now.”
“Can we not discuss this any further?” She pleaded.
“You can’t keep brushing this off. I’m developing really strong feelings for your present self; let me know your past so it doesn’t destroy anything in the future.”
“Tristan please,” she bit her lower lip nervously.
“Hazel, don’t you trust me?” I felt my face fold into a frown.
“I trust you, but I— I…” she trailed off. I noticed tears forming in her hazel eyes already, increasing my worry. “I don’t want to be reminded of it. Just please don’t press on.” A teardrop rolled from her eyes. Was it that hard to explain?
“Don’t cry. I won’t.” I pulled her into a hug.
She hugged me back tightly, resting her head on my chest. Hugging her always felt like a wonderful experience I could live in for eternity.
“I just need you to know that I really love you, Tristan.” She mumbled in my chest.
Hearing her say that was like an assurance that I was heading in the right path.
I was really bothered that she wasn’t revealing anything related to her past. Did it have anything to do with the reason behind her secretly calling someone and hiding messages from me?
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