In Love With The Enemy

Chapter 17

Tristan Pov:

Her pleas of me leaving her were irking me but at the same time, something in me felt guilty. Why the hell I would feel guilty because of a shattered and weak girl like her?

Alina was undeniably beautiful and any guy would lurk over her, trying to get her but she is seriously affecting my persona and she doesn't even know it.

Any other person who was to beg me for mercy upon them, I wouldn't have thought twice before going on with whatever I had planned for them. I couldn't believe I, Tristan Turner, had given her mercy.

Not that I would have done anything to her as far as force anything on her, I wasn't that type of person at all. Everything I do with women, they were equally as giving as I was.

I walked out of the room, and went back into my own room. Ruffling my hair with my hands, I sat on the bed and wondered if I was going crazy in any way?

My phone rang with an incoming call from Vincent, I picked up my phone and answered the call.

"You've finished your business?" I asked him the moment I answered.

"Something like that, right now i'm not in Colorado. We can meet back up and finish discussing when you get back from the appearance in London for your new launch." Vince announced.

"That's fine....did you get at least something new?" I asked.

"Not really, just another file on the Maddox guy, I'll share the information with you when we meet again. It's nothing important, just some extra details and all."

I held the phone tighter, my eyes gazing around the room.. "Everything about them are important to know when your enemy is right around the corner, waiting to do damage. I do not want any piece of information on them hidden..they're business is now mines," I deepened my tone and I'm sure he understood this well.

"Duly noted," He replied straightforward.

"Good, I will be ending the call now," I said before hanging up and placing my phone back on the table in the room.

My appearance for my new company launch was coming up soon, this week to be precise. I was to leave in the next 2 days but I have not said a thing to Alina yet.

Part of me wants to bring her, while the other part wants to leave her here. I somehow had a feeling she would try something, and I couldn't risk that at any cost.

I should resent her because of her brother, to some extent I do, and then another piece of me is affected and bothered by her causing me to feel things that made me feel less than I was.

The rest of the day, I busied myself with work and alone time. I didn't go to check up on her or look at her that day. This routine started to become daily, as we would barely encounter each other.

I knew she was a little happy that I was leaving her alone, and it made me want to bother her even for no reason at all, but something in me stopped that.

I decided not to take her with me after all. I would be gone for no longer than a week or less, and I knew she would care less about my absence. I could imagine her now, enjoying my leave as much as she could in her circumstances.

A foreign feeling inside me that I hated, started to form as I thought of that. Her presence around me is unsettling for some reason, maybe her absence around me is what I need to see things clearly. Everytime I'm around her, it feels like I'm blurred or blinded by her in some weird ass way.

Before I left, I made sure every staff and employee that worked for me understood not to let her out of their sight, not even for one moment. I also got a few new cameras installed in the home. This was mostly to make sure she didn't try and escape, but I felt like watching her every second.

I left her at the mansion without saying a word or even informing her about my leave for a few days. She wouldn't care anyway. For the moment she walked out and noticed I wasn't there, it wouldn't affect or bother her one bit. If anything, she'd call my absence a small blessing.

The hopes of mines to get my attention off of her were crushed the moment I walked onto my jet. I had many more than I could count, but for some reason, I chose the jet I used when I took Alina with me unwillingly.

How stupid this was, because it reminded me of everything. Not one moment I didn't think about her, and I was getting worried for myself. It wasn't healthy for me to think about a girl like her all day and every day. Eerily silence filled the entire flight besides my continuous sighs and fingers typing on my computer.

I was the most successful and powerful man known, and that meant I was extremely busy. Sometimes it felt I was slacking around ever since I brought Alina with me. She had no idea about what I feel, neither did I.

Finishing most of my business work, I needed a break. Usually, I wouldn't care about how tired I was for I knew that success didn't come for free. I would work constantly without many breaks, but I felt as of now that I was taking way too many.

I exited my work files and emails, about to shut the computer when the camera in the room showed Alina. Just looking at her makes me restless. I poured a drink for me, and let the burning feeling take over while my eyes never left the screen. 

Alina was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window in the room. Her eyes were dull and she looked exhausted. I never found happiness in her, and this alone made me wonder how she'd be if she was happy.

Her mouth seemed to be moving, but her voice was too low for me to hear what she was saying. I watched her the entire time, and saw how a tear escaped her eyes and ran down her face. She had been at my mansion for almost 2 weeks. There hasn't been not one day she hasn't cried.

I did nothing but watch her the entire time, even after she ended up falling asleep. I inhaled deeply, closing the computer. The flight was to take my mind off of her, but this flight was the opposite. Practically loneliness and silence left me with so many thoughts. If it wasn't for my work, I was sure that I'd have gone mad already.

One minute I feel as if I hate her, and then the next, I just don't anymore. At this very moment, I didn't know what I felt, but it wasn't hate.

I needed a distraction from her, I just don't know what that is. She appears anywhere I am, and I need to forget her. If I make this a habit, I might end up becoming a lovesick puppy.

My face wrinkled up just imagining it. I don't ever want to fall in love, especially not with her. Love is just a nightmare, a tragedy. She is already a nightmare, and I didn't need to add anything else to that.

I stayed awake the whole flight, but I dozed off in my own world where nothing existed but her of cos. 'Such a shame', I shook my head with this thought.

When I got off my jet, I was instantly met with a few flashing cameras and a limousine waiting for me. I kept up the figure everyone loved, and made my way towards the car, followed by my bodyguards.

I checked my watch, and straightened my suit before saying my 'see you laters' to the journalists. I stepped into the car and my driver almost immediately drove off.

My mind constantly went to her, and I needed to get her out of my head. Even if it's a small damn second, I'd take it. My appearance wasn't until tomorrow afternoon, so I spent half of the day drinking and eyeing a few women.

The alcohol lessened the tension I had, causing me to think less. I could see her slowly fading out my mind as my head started to become fuzzy from all the alcohol. I didn't even know what I was doing at this point, I was just happy she was out of my mind.

Alina Pov:

When I woke up from my nap, I decided to stay in bed for half of the day. After a few hours of doing nothing, I got bored and got up. I ate a small breakfast, only because I was ordered to. I met a few maids around the house, some older than me and some around my age.

I wasn't one to talk, especially not in this environment, but I shockingly let a small smile come onto my mouth as I held a conversation with one of the staff. She was nice and looked so pure, how could she work for someone like him.

A lot of things didn't make any sense to me, but none of it had anything to do with me. I watched some tv and even spent a little time outside by the pool.

The entire time I was up, I never once heard of or saw Tristan. No one said much about his whereabouts except for some business trip, but I could honestly didn't give a flying f**k.

When I returned to the room a little later, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the beautiful view. It reminded me a little of my childhood home. Despite the fact I didn't care much for luxury, I used to be a fascinated kid.

I would admire the beauty of the house, and look out the window of my room. The small me always had a feeling that her future would be bright and all her dreams would come true. Now that I'm actually the future me and living the future, I wished to still be a kid.

My life was simple then, it wasn't easy but it wasn't crazy as it is now. I had my family, more importantly my father and my happiness. I had what mattered to me, and now I don't.

Every kid has that dream to be something or do something in life, and how heartbreaking it is to find that it's nothing like you'd imagine it.

If I could go back into the past, I would try and change what I was living at this moment. I know I couldn't though, I could only reminisce on the good times while letting my fate sink in.

"What a life to life..." I mumbled softly.

I felt a tear fall down onto my face, and I wiped it off. Trying my best not to cry, I didn't want to forget good times of my life but they were only taunts now. Good times I used to have, and now I have nothing but darkness and pain.

I bagged the tears that threatened to fall, and continued to look at the beautiful view outside. How come this place is so bright but so dark at the same time. It was like a heaven where the devil lived and made it hell.

'Beauty was nothing if it didn't come with happiness. That is what makes it so special, when you're happy. Now that I am no longer happy, then it's beauty has no purpose or meaning', I reminded myself in my head.

I took one more look outside before looking back at the bed I was on. I scooted towards the headboard and pictured I was someone else. Pictured I was someone with something, instead of what I am.

Sleep took over my body, and even though I slept a lot, I was still weak as if I hadn't slept in years. If i'm honest, I haven't actually slept since my father. Sleep is peaceful, while my closed eyes drifted off to any bad dream or memory that it could.

Today won't be any different than any other day either....for I still will never sleep again. My open eyes were better than my closed ones. What I see in them haunts my soul, craves and feasts on my weakness. My life was nothing I thought it would be.

So much for dreaming though. I guess all dreams don't come true for some, or maybe just not in the way we would all hope.....