In Love With The Enemy

Chapter 18: Tristan Pov

Sorry for not updating as fast as I hoped I would, I don't get much time to write but I cherish the time I have when I do get time..I will try and give you guys Alina's Pov which is in the next chapter, sometime this or next week. I didn't want this chapter to be too long, so I decided to separate their pov's. I will also let you in on a secret: In a (few) chapters, the book won't be too boring anymore. I know it seems they're not doing much in the story, but they will soon.....

*The Next Morning*

I woke up feeling lightheaded and nausea flooding my body. I groaned out in pain, I had a horrible headache and my body was stiff.

My hangover was nothing nice, and I could only blame myself for it. My drowsy eyes were paining a little from the light. I sat up wincing, forcing my eyes to open.

I tapped my phone, and it displayed the time. It was 12:34 and I knew that I had overslept. My plan for the morning was to wake up at seven or even eight, but twelve-thirty?

This shouldn't have been a surprise since I decided to get drunk. I couldn't even remember half of what occurred yesterday after my head got fuzzy from the alcohol. I wasn't thinking at all, but now I am and it hurted like s**t.

I tried my best to get up from the bed, and when my feet hit the floor, I fell. My feet felt numb and it took a lot of effort to get to the bathroom.

I hurled my guts out for almost an hour straight. I was asking myself in my head 'How much did I drink?', but it had to have been a lot if it was this bad.

I remember how my mind was torturing me and I used the alcohol to ease my mind, forget everything that bothered me. It worked well while it lasted, but now I didn't think anything about it was fun.

I took a cold shower to clean my body, as well as sober me up a bit. By the time I walked out of the shower, my head felt a little better. I got dressed in my business suit, and styled my hair back with gel. 

I was staying at One hyde park, one of the most expensive apartments in London. It was nice, big and luxurious. It was comfortable as well.

Leaving the room, I was stopped by Trevor. "Oh you're finally up!"

I gave him a raised brow. "What, did I miss something?" I asked him.

"Well not technically, but we all tried to get you up hours ago. You basically told me to f**k off in your intoxicated state, mumbled something numerous times, as well as ignored us completely after that." He seemed a little amused by this.

"Sorry about that lads, let's forget any of it happened" I responded plainly with a small smile, and dropped the conversation.

"Yeah sure," Trevor replied to this.

"What has been happening lately, while I was passed out or whatever?"

"Nothing much, just a missed call from Alina," Trevor had a confused expression plastered on his face.

"What?" I asked him. 

I clearly heard what he said but at the moment, it sounded better for him to repeat. For all I know, I could still be drunk or either hallucinating.

"Yes, she called...but I could barely hear what she said," He clarified his statement.

"What did she say over the phone?" I was just a little curious about the reasons.

"She definitely didn't seem happy. Just the bastard talk as well as something about her belongings."

"Oh," was the only thing I said. This disappointed me for some reason, and I didn't know why.

Trevor raised his brows in suspicion. My face gave away my thoughts but I quickly erased my expression before he could figure it out.

"Okay....well you have things that need attention." 

"Yeah, I know that."

I walked away from him and he trailed behind me a little farther back. My head got clouded again with thoughts, but I simply ignored them.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Genie, one of the staff that lives at the mansion.

"Good morning sir, what can I do for you?" Genie asked sweetly.

"Tell Alina to come to the phone," I demanded.

"Sure sir, wait one minute.." She replied before I heard shuffling and then silence.

For a few minutes, everything was quiet and I couldn't hear a thing. I had to continue checking the phone to make sure the line was still connected. It was after five minutes when I heard more shuffling.

"Hello?" Alina's voice came into earshot next.

I stayed quiet for some seconds before I realized I hadn't replied to her yet. I broke the silence and then spoke.

"What did you call me for?" I asked her straight forward.

"Oh you....." She said back in a tone of what I think was surprise.

"Oh me what, surprised? don't be..."

"I- I'm not, I was j-just not expecting you." 

"Who were you expecting?" I furrowed my brows over the phone.

"N-no one.....I- just nothing"

"Whatever, why'd you call earlier?" I just knew if we continued with whatever this is, I would not get the answer to what I called her for in the first place.

"I called because of my phone and my work. I can't just sit in here and wait to rot...." She dramatically said.

I rolled my eyes at her statement. Could she be even more dramatic than she is? She acts like living in luxury is a death sentence.

"Hey hey....I'm tired of all your whining and complaining. I haven't heard you thank me for anything, all I've heard is your complaints and cries this entire time."

I heard her laugh over the phone before she replied to me. "I should thank you? Wow....I don't think I owe you a damn thing! You actually expect me to thank you for taking me and holding me hostage for no reason? My life is a living f*****g hell not heaven, so don't think I will thank you for a goddamn thing." Her voice got louder as she said this.

"Ok well then don't thank me....but don't expect me to give you any freedom or mercy upon anything you wish. Why should I when you're not even thankful for what you have in front of you.

I can't believe you're so blind to everything. You look around so much but you still don't see anything but the worst huh?" I scoffed.

"What? You think everything is a living dream because I'm being held in a f*****g mansion? No, it's not! The only thing it is to me is a living nightmare, and I will not thank you for making it that way."

"You know what? I will not waste another second on you and your foolishness, I am done here." Our yells filled the line, though I didn't even know when we even started.

"My foolishness? You called me with this nonsense, asking me to thank you for making me miserable! So therefore, I shouldn't waste another second with your NONSENSE!" Her loud voice echoed over the phone.

We were getting nowhere, so the next moment, I cut the line without saying anything else. I sighed and tugged the ends of my hair. She was literally a headache...

"Excuse me, are you done yelling?" Trevor asked behind me.

I turned around and faced him. "Yeah, what do you want?"

"You were shouting so loud, you had my head booming. Thanks for quieting down man, I can't handle loud noises." He rubbed his forehead.

I let out a small snicker, and turned back around. "Yeah okay, I will be working on some documents until it's time to leave. Please hand me the one you brought with you."

"Sure, wait a sec..." Trevor ran out the living room to somewhere else in the huge complex.

I stayed in my spot, eyeing my phone for some reason. He came back a few minutes later holding the document I asked him for.

"Thanks," I took it from his hand and simply walked away.

I went back into the room with my computer and document. Sitting down in the chair across from the bed, I sat the computer and file on the table. I opened the computer and got to work, staying like this for over thirty minutes.

Almost after an hour, I shut the computer back, getting up and stretching my body that was full of aches by now with the position I stayed in while sitting.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, followed by Trevor's voice. "We should leave now," He called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I was planning on that anyway," I called back, getting out the room.

We walked to the elevator and went down to the first floor of the entire complex. It took us over five minutes because we were coming from the top and highest floor of the complex.

When the elevator stopped, we walked through a few doors followed by the lobby of the building, and walked out the doors.

We were met with a few cameras, but it didn't faze me at all. The same car from yesterday was waiting for me outside, and I slipped into the back of it. A few moments later, my driver started up the car and we left.

******

Around twenty-five minutes later, the limousine came to a stop and I knew we were here. I plastered a professional smile on my face, and got out of the car.

I was stopped, greeted, and congratulated by many people. Most of them were business partners that I knew, while others I was first-time meeting.

My smile stayed on my face the entire time. The appearance was more of a business party kind-of. No doubt there were drinks, but I avoided them. I was still recovering from last night.

There wasn't one moment when I was alone. I was kept busy speaking to people, which mostly led to business talks and setting up future meetings regarding my new company.

I had over hundreds of companies in my name, but this one was purely my dedicated work in which I gave so much time and effort in making.

Turner enterprises was a family business that I took over, but it felt good to accomplish and create something of your own. Something that is entirely yours and based on you.

A little while later, I got up and thanked everyone who took time out of their schedule to attend the launch party including my appearance. I spoke for a few extra minutes answering questions and explaining details about my new company.

Over hours later, the day was coming to an end and I could see how the outside was becoming dark. I stayed a little longer, but once another one or two hours passed, I was ready to leave.

I gave my thanks again to everyone and eventually left, as well as guests too. The moment the door of the limousine shut, I settled.

Even though the day was long and I could feel tiredness coming over my body, I wasn't even close to being ready to sleep. It took me long to realize that this entire time, I didn't cross any thoughts about Alina.

This was honestly a surprise because she would always unintentionally make a space in my head. Knowing that I spent over hours without a single thought about her while not under the charms of alcohol, relieved me a little.

I didn't really want to go back to the rented penthouse, but I had nowhere else to go. It didn't take that long to return, and when I did, I went straight towards the room.

It didn't dawn on me that I was hungry until my stomach rumbled out of hunger. I skipped breakfast and lunch, and if it weren't for my stomach, I probably would have skipped dinner.

None of the cooks were here, so I decided to get up and fix myself something. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and walked out the room to the kitchen.

Cooking was never something I did. I remember how I've done it a few times but that was in the past, almost close to my kid-teenage years.

Once I fixed myself a simple meal for tonight, I quickly ate and left back to the room. I still wasn't that tired, so I did what I was holding myself back from doing. 

I checked the cameras that were set up around the house. The mansion still looked neat just like it was left, though I know no one would dare to mess it up. My eyes roamed every camera, and finally landed on the one in her room.

Anyone who saw me at this moment would probably find me creepy or think I'm a stalker or some s**t, but I wouldn't give a damn.

It didn't surprise me much that she was asleep...After All, it was late. Even though it was, I knew she stayed up at late times in the night. Most of the time, she would be laying in bed staring at the ceiling with a face full of mixed emotions. Sometimes she would be sitting on the edge and staring out the window at nothing in particular.

I always found myself tortured by curiosity...always wanting to know what she was thinking. Whatever it was, it affected her and it mentally kills me not knowing what's hurting her so much.

If only things were different, maybe we wouldn't have so much distance between each other. I didn't know if she felt anything for me, because all I see in her eyes when she looks at me is pure disgust and hate. I don't like the way she sees me, but it was for the best that she didn't ever find herself loving me.

The way I see it, love is stupid and a waste of time. No matter what the unknown feeling inside me has to say, I could and would never love anyone. I was sure whatever I felt every moment I saw or thought about her was just a toxic attraction and infatuation of some weird sort.

I could notice changes in me, and they weren't for the better. Her mysterious ways had a grip on me so tight, I couldn't get myself free from it. That didn't mean I wouldn't try though.

I stared at her with adoration, which scared me to the fullest. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow. They say that sleep is a peaceful state of mind, and I couldn't agree more at this moment. For someone like her, it came as a shock to see her so calm.

The way Alina was sleeping made it look like nothing was wrong. I could stare at her all day, she was like the calm waters of the ocean and the beautiful sunset. That sounded so corny coming from a man like me....

I shook my head to rid the thoughts that flooded my mind. Nothing was the way it seemed. I inhaled sharply and ripped my eyes from the sight of her.

I rested my body in the bed, throwing my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes. It felt like endless thoughts of her flowed around freely in my head.

Finally after some time, sleep engulfed me and I was thankful to put myself to rest from the torture of constantly thinking about that mysterious girl that had me confused and out of my mind.

Love is like a wave that crashes down on you in the most unexpected way. It is unknown and blind, for you cannot see it or stop the feeling of it that engulfs your heart, mind, body and soul. It just happens at the most unexpected time with the person you'd least expect.....