Love Is Betrayal

9.Mornin.After

CHAPTER NINE

~BECCA~

I groaned as rays of sunlight pierced through my eyelids. I rolled from left to right, groaning and mumbling under my breath. After a few seconds, I slowly opened my eyes, dimming them a bit to adjust to the brightness of the room.

I yawned, stretching my hands from side to side when the door suddenly opened. I jolted in shock as I saw Tristan come out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist. His body was glistening with water droplets and it was obvious he had just come out of the shower.

I took a second to understand what I was looking at before letting out a scream.

“Aaaarrrrrhhhhh!”

He seemed surprised and rushed towards me.

“Don’t you dare come close!” I cried out, my voice laced with threats.

He paused in his tracks, staring at me in confusion.

“Are you okay?” Why did you scream? Are you hurt?”

He seemed genuinely concerned but I didn’t care. For all I know, he could be putting on an act.

I glanced at myself and my eyes widened in shock. Why am I naked! I swiftly covered my chest with the duvet.

“You! Why am I naked in your bed!” I pointed at him, my eyes darting around the room.

“Because we got intimate last night but don't worry, we didn't have s*x!” He blurted out like it was the most casual thing. He didn’t even know me that well. Why did he let that happen?

“Oh s**t!” I ran my hands through my hair.

I suddenly had a flashback of what happened last night. I remember how I was aching for Tristan to take me to the moon and back. I remember moaning and crying underneath him like I was s*x starved.

I bit my lip in embarrassment as my cheeks turned red.

I can’t believe I did that. I felt like a needy w***e that was ovulating. I have only ever slept with two men: my high school boyfriend and Logan. I was very selfish with my body because I knew how sacred s*x was and how attached it made me. Therefore, I was always careful who I gave myself to. I never got involved in one-night stands, unecessary make out with randoms or lived a crazy life like some of my friends did. I was never interested in those. All I've ever desired is being with one man that loves me.

I can’t believe I almost gave it away to a man I recently met. I allowed myself to get drunk and broke my principles.

And it’s all because of Logan and Kristen.

“Why did you do it! You should have refused!” I charged at Tristan who still had a look of confusion on his face.

“We both wanted it,”

“Just so you know, I was drunk yesterday so whatever I displayed wasn’t the real me,”

“Of course,” he nodded, half-amused.

A deep frown etched on my forehead. So what? He thinks this is funny? Or he thinks that because he’s Tristan Blackwill, I automatically desire him? Anyway, I have myself to blame. I was the one who got drunk and let myself go.

I cursed silently under my breath.

“This was a mistake that should never have happened. I would be more careful from now on so let’s pretend like this never happened,”

“If this is how mistakes feel, then it’s not so bad…”

“Please! I really want to put this behind me so let’s stop talking about it. Can you pass me my clothes?” I clutched the duvet tighter to my chest.

His eyes darted around for a brief moment and there was a pause. I watched as he walked into a corner of the room and picked up the clothes.

“Here,” he handed it over to me and I snatched it from his grip.

“Turn around. I need to get dressed,”

“What’s the point? I already saw everything anyway,”

“Tristan!” My blood boiled.

“I’m just kidding,” he smirked and walked towards the door.

“Join me for breakfast as soon as you’re done. We need to talk,” he said and left the room, shutting the door behind him noisily.

I kicked my legs in the air dramatically, my whole being engulfed in embarrassment. My mind briefly went back to the previous night.

“Please take me!”

Gosh! I can’t believe I said that. I ran my hands through my hair and got out of bed. I'd better make sure this doesn’t happen again. Tristan and I are in a contract marriage because we both need each other.

I need money for Faith’s surgery and he needs me for his inheritance. That’s it!

I swiftly put on my clothes and for the first time, I glanced around the room properly. His room had a nice dark aesthetic. Dark walls, brown bed frame, black bed sheets and duvet, and also dark miniature decoration.

Despite its tough masculinity, it was easy on the eyes. Sleek and polished in a way that drew you in without the darkness being overwhelming. I know for sure that he got the best interior decorator to be able to pull this off.

Anyway, he’s the almighty Tristan Blackwill. He can afford the best luxury in the world.

I glanced at the mirror on the wall to check if I looked presentable. I smoothed my messy hair to look as neat as possible and left the room.

I gasped in the hallway.

It looks big and majestic, like a castle. It had a nice vintage decor and for a minute, I felt like I was in a scene in Bridgeton.

I suddenly began to feel nauseous. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was hungover from last night or I was tired. The massive hallway in front of me didn’t make it any easier.

I looked left and right, unsure of which way to go. In movies, it’s always best to go right so I decided to follow the right path till I got to the end of the hallway. I saw a turning and followed it till it led me to a large opening that had a staircase. I could already see the living from upstairs so I went down the stairs and towards the door.

“Where are you going?” I heard Tristan’s voice echo behind me.

I turned in the direction of the sound and could see Tristan sitting on the dining table in the west of the living room. It was such a small and cute dining set that I didn’t notice it earlier.

“I need to leave,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t feel my best and all I wanted was to be in the comfort of my home. Well, it’s not so comforting because it was empty and it reminded me of Logan but it was better than here.

“But we need to discuss,”

“Can we do this another time?”

“Fine! But have breakfast before you go,”

“I shouldn’t…”

“I insist!” He interrupted, his tone suggesting finality.

I sighed. A few bites wouldn’t hurt. It’s faster than going back and forth with Tristan. I went to the dining area and lowered myself into the seat, taking note of the massive arrangement of food.

The small dining area was managed carefully with layered baskets arranged on it.

The dining table was actually average-sized but for a mansion like Tristan’s, it could be considered small.

A basket had assorted fruits arranged on it.

Another had a mini breakfast tower with pancakes, waffles, croissant and all sorts of pastries. I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t know where to start.

I decided to settle for waffles and sausages. I dished them on a plate and picked up a jug of hot water, pouring it into a small coffee cup which already had sachet coffee and sugar in it. I placed the jug back on the table and sipped on my coffee.

I suddenly began to feel more nauseous.

“Are you okay?” Tristan asked, staring at my facial expression.

“Yeah, I flashed him a plastic smile and sipped on my coffee. My nausea got even worse. My head began to spin, and I felt like I was about to throw up.

I swiftly stood up.

Tristan also got up, his eyes flashing with worry. “Are you okay?”

“No..I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna” I covered my mouth with my hands. I knew if I didn’t, I’d puke on the dining table.