Love Is Betrayal

17.Preparation

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

~BECCA~

A few minutes later, Tristan walked down the stairs, hands in his pockets.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Keep in mind that we need to act like a real couple whenever we’re outside. We have to act like we’re in love at the shoot, do you understand that?”

“I do,” I nodded. I could only hope I pull it off effortlessly without looking so awkward. Acting has never been my strength but since I consider Tristan attractive, maybe it won’t be so hard.

“Good. Shall we?” He stretched forth his arms, staring at me intently. I slowly clamped my hands in his and we both went to the garage where his fleet of cars was parked.

“Good afternoon Mr BlackWill,” I heard a voice behind us.

We both turned around. Standing in front of me was a tall and pretty redhead. She was dressed co-operately in a red bandage dress and pumps, yet she managed to make it look playful with the pop of colors in her accessories.

“Patricia! You’re finally here,” Tristan mumbled.

“I’m sorry, sir. I was waiting at the other store to receive your guest and help with her outfit when I got a message about a change of plans,”

“Yeah, and that guest is Becca, my fiancée,” he introduced, gesturing towards me. “Becca, this is Patricia, your new stylist,”

She gave a short bow, her eyes widening a little but she composed herself quickly. “It’s nice to meet you,”

“You too,” I acknowledged her with a smile.

We all got into the car and drove off to the venue which was supposed to be a beach resort. My eyes widened as we drove in.

The view was mind-blowing.

The blue waters were a nice contrast to the sky, the exquisite beach house sealing the whole atmosphere beautifully.

“This place is breathtaking,” I didn’t realize when the words flew out of my mouth.

“It’s one of my favorite beach houses around. If you want, we can come here together again,”

“To do what?” I turned sharply to face him.

“Whatever you want,” he smirked, locking eyes with me.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He threw the question back at me.

I swallowed hard and looked away, my eyes focused on the window as I stared at the blue waters. I could feel my heart begin to beat fast in my chest and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Why does looking into his eyes feel so intimidating? Is it because he is the almighty Tristan BlackWill? Or is it because of how good looking he is? I had no answers to the questions in my head.

The car came to a halt at the car park and we got out of the car.

“Remember we have to keep on an act,” he whispered to me, shutting the door behind us.

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, and gently grabbed my hands. Again, my stupid heart began to race fast in my chest. It’s just a simple touch, so why am I reacting this way? I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

He led the way with Patricia following closely behind us till we went to the location which was a spot close to a palm tree. I could spot some photographers ahead, positioned and doing a camera set up.

Looking at all of this made me have a strange feeling in my chest. It felt like it wasn’t my life anymore. Like was a character in my own story.

“Come with me, we need to get you ready,” Patricia’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

I glanced at Tristan who gave me a go-ahead nod and I followed behind her, my feet kicking into the sand.

“We can just go into the beach resort?” Curiosity got the best of me as we walked.

I could tell the beach resort was very expensive and I didn’t want to think he booked the whole space because of a few hours' shoot.

“Mr. Blackwill has paid for all the rooms in the block,”

“All the rooms?” My mouth hung open in shock, the wind blowing in my hair. A strand got into my mouth and I pulled it out.

“Yes, there are seven rooms in a block and he booked the one facing the ocean so we can have some privacy,” she explained.

I blinked in disbelief. Yeah, I knew Tristan had a lot of money but I didn’t think he'd throw it around just for the sake of it. I hurried my steps behind her till she stopped in front of a door. She opened it and walked in.

I was in awe at the interior of the beach house. It was a luxury beachfront villa with elements of the waterside like the little palm front tree resting on a vase.

The surfboard carpet and seashells hung around made it look more earthy. It was the perfect combination of luxury and nature.

“Please have your seat while I check if the clothes I sent here have been brought in, “ Patricia said and disappeared into one of the rooms.

I sank into the chair, its plushness supporting my ass like it was made for it. Just as I was settling in, my phone began to vibrate in my purse.

I fished it out and checked the caller.

Aunt Marie?

My heart suddenly began to beat fast in my chest. Why is Aunt Marie calling? Is Faith Okay?