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~ HAZEL ~
My phone just wouldn't stop ringing from my pants pocket. I tried my absolute best to ignore it and sleep some more, but my brain immediately drove out of sleep after thinking of the possibility of who it could be that was calling.
I tried to reach for my phone, but my movement was restricted by Tristan's arm around me.
The ringing stopped, and I carefully removed his arm from around me, stealthily crawled out of the bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, and shut the door.
It was a private number who had called; I received a new phone call from a private number again which I quickly answered and placed the phone on my ear with shaky hands.
“H-hello?” I said quietly.
“Hi, Hazel.” Indy’s voice swam into my ears.
I heaved a sigh of relief with a broad smile. “It’s you!”
“Yes. Were you expecting someone else?”
“N-no.”
“Okay… Just to keep you updated about my return. I hope you haven't spilled the beans to Tristan?”
“No, he knows nothing about it.” I assured her.
“Great! I'm back in New York City, so I’ll be there anytime soon. Be ready for a big surprise. I can’t wait to see you again.” She moaned.
“Me too!”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at Tristan’s parents' home.”
“Okay, cool. Just don’t let anyone know, especially not Tristan.”
“Okay, got it. He won’t find out.”
“Thank you!”
“I won’t find out what?” Tristan’s voice made me squeak and drop my phone to the floor.
I pivoted with gaped eyes, the shakiness of my hands returning. “T-Tristan. Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you were asleep.”
He had the most daunting blank expression on his face that made me shiver slightly as he advanced toward me.
Why was I feeling so scared? I didn't do anything bad.
He stopped in front of me, his hands locked behind him. “What are you hiding from me?”
I regained my composure and searched for a smile I quickly found. “It’s a secret.”
“There isn’t supposed to be any secrets between us, if I’m correct.” His expression became frigid.
“I know, but you'll find out about this very soon. It’s a surprise.” I smirked, trying my best to not seem suspicious. I wasn't scared that he had heard me speaking to Indy, but I was scared that he could’ve heard me speaking to someone else that wasn’t Indy and what would his reaction have been?
“This isn’t fair.” He pouted, brushing every form of worry from me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “It is.”
Memories from his kiss last night swam into my memory and my heart leaped with joy from the extreme ecstasy it caused. I even had a dream about the kiss, that's how how it affected me.
“What are you thinking?” He smirked too. “Do you want to ask for something?”
I shook my head with pursed lips to stop myself from blurting nonsense out. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I didn't have anything to eat last night and it was already bright in the morning. “I’m hungry.”
“Mom called earlier to confirm if you were awake; she's still interested in cooking with you.”
“Seriously?! So you've been awake for that long?” I let go of him.
He didn’t respond to me, returning to his straight facial expression. “I’ll have a maid send in clothes for you. Hurry up. Mom needs you downstairs.” He said then left the bathroom.
Gosh, these mood swings.
After a while, a maid brought everything I needed for the morning. I did my morning routine in the bathroom then slid into the fancy shorts and tank top I was given, left the bathroom and tied my hair up after fighting the urge to not straighten it.
Tristan wasn't in the room anymore, so I went downstairs and was greeted by the evil aura of Nikita who was yelling at a maid, looking like she wanted to hit her.
She glared at me when she noticed my presence and muttered words to herself, obviously bad words against me.
I didn’t want to get into trouble with her and left for the kitchen.
“Hazel! I’ve been waiting for you for eternity!” Imogen exclaimed.
Tristan was sitting on the counter, bitting through an apple. He obviously just had his bath —judging from his wet black hair— and was in shorts and a body-hugging singlet that showcased a bit of his slightly wet muscular chest, outlined body, and strong biceps. I could feel myself drooling over this sexy Greek god in the form of a husband.
“Hazel!” Imogen snapped with a chuckle. “I know my son is pretty hot, but please try to not be so lost at his sight.” She teased.
“She can’t do that; I’m too sexy to be ignored.” He spoke with so much pride that made me regret expressing my admiration.
I scoffed at him and walked to them. “You said you need me to cook.”
“Yes, please, since you both had some serious business to deal with last night and left me to cook on my own. Do you know how much I hate cooking?” She sighed.
“I’m sorry. We just went to sleep, that’s it.”
“Oh, really?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
“Yes.” I wanted her to stop teasing me, “so you hate cooking?”
“Definitely! Okay, let’s begin.”
We started making breakfast, having long discussions.
Shortly after, Hanes strolled in to grab a glass of water, but also got stuck in the discussion.
They were really fun to chat with. They told a few embarrassing stories of Tristan’s childhood; I found out that Imogen had been Hames' secretary, and also wasn’t from a rich background, figured out that Nikita was an accidental child —that explained why she acted so accidental— and many more interesting discussions. They were really amazing parents and very romantic (I secretly prayed for mine and Tristan’s relationship to end like theirs).
Imogen was extremely jovial and erased every form of bad thoughts I ever had of her. I enjoyed every bit of their company and could spend an entire day talking to them now.
“Will the food ever be served? Hazel didn’t make me eat dinner last night.” Tristan, who hadn't said a word during my conversation with his parents, finally spoke, earning a glare from me.
“I didn’t?”
“Obviously.”
“Don’t start an argument. Breakfast will be served in 5 minutes.” Imogen interrupted.
“Thank you!” Tristan jumped off the counter then left the kitchen.
“How do you ever handle his grumpiness?” Hames asked with a slight shake of his head.
“It’s hard to deal with.” I admitted.
“If you need tips on how to handle that, I can help you out. Hames was also very grumpy, arrogant, and cold, but I was able to deal with it.” Imogen held my shoulder.
“Really? That explains where Tristan got it from.” I giggled.
“That’s not true. Imogen was just really stubborn.” He huffed.
“Leave now so we can serve the food.” Imogen gently pushed him.
He left then a few maids were called in to help us with serving the food.
We had breakfast with Nikita acting extremely terrible and annoying while Hames, Imogen and I continued our discussions, enjoying the amazing moment. Tristan only remained quiet.
“Tristan,” Nikita called, rising from the dining chair.
“Fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Mom, Dad,” he called, glancing at me, “Nikita will be coming over to spend a few days or weeks with us.” He glanced at me again.
— “No problem.”
— “That’s great.”
They replied simultaneously, not bothering to ask for my opinion on this life-destroying decision.
Judging from the demonic gaze Nikita directed at me from those brown eyes, I knew she had done this intentionally to plan my doom.
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