Alpha Tristan's POV
Garrett drove his fingers into his hair, frustrated. He shook his head. “I'm sorry. I… I didn't mean to yell,” he said.
This surprised me. I was not sure where all this was going, but his behavior was surprising to me. All he has told me so far was not completely to my knowledge, which I was glad to now have knowledge of, but what problem could he have now to make him want to confess to me?
I filled up his glass and passed it to him. Whatever was going on with him right now seemed to be taking a toll on him and I knew it was not easy coming clean like that to get help. Water would be best, but this was the closest right now to help.
Garrett took it, appreciative, and took a sip. “Check the documents. You will understand,” he said.
I placed my glass down and picked
