In Love With The Enemy

Chapter 11

Tristan POV:

When I got in that car with her, I decided to fly her to my place in Denver. I contacted my assistants and made sure the jet was ready for this long adventure with this woman.

 Alina is the most insubordinate woman I've ever met. She acts confident and fierce, when she's really shattered and weak inside.

The entire drive to my private jet was almost complete silence. All she did was stare out the window, her beautiful but pained emotions showed on her face.

She seemed to be in another world, present but absent at the same time. It was as if whatever she was looking at caught her attention, and brought her back to some long lost memory.

When she wasn't looking outside, I could sense her eyes on me. She would sneak a glance at me a few times throughout the ride.

My attention was on my phone, typing now and then. I was furious with what she did back at my mansion, but I couldn't help but smile with the satisfaction of winning.

She is stubborn and hard to get to agree to anything. The only way I got her to listen to me was by force, something she obviously only listens to.

What the hell happened to me? What have I gotten myself into with her of all people.

Why is she so different from any other woman? I didn't have the answers to any of my questions, nor did anyone else.

Something inside me draws me to her though. It's probably just lust, there's no way I have started to fall for her in the last few hours.

Even if our problems with each other died down, there's still no way I'd ever allow myself to do anything with Alina.

I didn't expect myself to get lured in by her personality and beauty so fast. All the women I've spent more than 5 seconds with were dashingly beautiful, but somehow it's more to her that meets the eye.

Whatever it is about her, I don't understand it. And I don't think I ever will.

Peaking a glance at this complicated and unexplainable woman, she was still in her daze. I found myself wondering what she was thinking about.

I resumed my staring session, taking her in from head to toe. She didn't even notice, as whatever she was thinking about had completely taken over her head and concentration.

Eventually I went back to my computer and checked my Emails. Me being an important businessman meant a new notification every second.

I devote my everything in my work and companies, I had very few days off.

Correction, I never get days off. I am fine with this, as I take my business extremely serious.

This is why I shouldn't be wasting my time with Alina. My life never had breaks, I always was busy, busy, busy.

Things would've been easier if she truthfully told me what she was there for. She did say it wasn't her, not sure if I should go with that.

This wasn't the reason she was going to be flying with me to Denver though.

The way she was with me from the very beginning irked me, and I promised that I'd make sure she understands everything about me.

Never forgetting who I am, and never daring to disrespect me. Not only this, but she needed to be punished for her bad behavior.

Eventually she snapped back into reality, realizing what was happening. I saw how her face turned pale looking at my jet. I don't think this was because of the beauty, more like she understood she was going to be on it.

To make sure she was correct, she turned to me. "Wait...We are leaving cal-California?" She asked me, stammering her words.

I nodded towards her, confirming her doubts. With this, her eyes widened once again.

"N-no I can't leave here!" She said the next moment.

I was eyeing her with a raised brow. "And why's that again?"

"You do understand that I have responsibilities. I have a job, and I can't just up and leave my Abby at home all by herself!" She tried to explain herself.

Besides her not wanting to be around me, I already figured this much.

Even though I knew that I shouldn't have made her come with me, that everything she lives for is in California, I'm far from considerate and I do whatever I please.

"That's too bad sweetheart. Your still going, end of discussion" I told her emotionless.

"But..." I interrupted her efforts to change my mind.

"What did I just say? I don't care about any of that, you're going and that's final!"

She was dead silent, appearing to be in a deep argument with herself. If that even makes any damn sense.

I was impatient, and I didn't have all the time in the world. The way she acts half the time, I wouldn't mind comparing her to a freakin' sloth.

"Come on" I ordered without a single glance in her direction.

One thing I've noticed about her in these past hours was that she always seemed to be deep in thought.

It was like there was nothing else for her to do besides think. Almost everything she looks at puts her at a point where she is zoned out, inside her own head.

Every time I see her that way, It makes me wonder what she thinks about. Not that I actually care about it, but seeing her like that all the time is making me restless.

I was already half-way by the jet and where was Alina? She was still in the car, looking at nothing.

My driver still had the door open for her, while she was just sitting there.

I pulled my hair in frustration.

Whatever it is that she is thinking about all the time is seriously affecting me at this point. Call me crazy, but she really needs to snap out of her trance.

Any time I have on my hands doesn't last long, and all she ever does is waste it with her disobedience.

"Alina, get out of the damn car already!" My words were rough, but it didn't matter because it got her back to reality.

She looked around bewildered. I was becoming more and more impatient every second, and I'm sure she understood that too by taking one look at me.

She quickly got up and started to walk behind me. She was moving, but it was still as if she wasn't moving at all.

When she stepped foot into the jet, she acted like a girl who hasn't seen one before. Alina was surely astonished by the interior of it.

This confused me though.

Her mother is a doctor, her father was a millionaire, she lived in a mansion for christ sake. Her reaction towards this is unearthly.

The moment I saw her, she was a mystery to me. I can never understand her point of view on anything.

How does she live the way she does?

I looked at her strange expression.

"This one is my favorite," I don't know why I said this, but it didn't matter.

Her attention was on the interior, taking everything in. Her head was somewhere else and she didn't listen to a word I just said.

"Come, sit down." I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the seat next to mine. She looked back at me, it was obvious she didn't want to be around me.

The way she was playing with her fingers and pulling on her hair confirmed that. She was uncomfortable around me and I'm sure she found me intimidating, not that I blame her though.

"Where are you taking me, and where is my phone?" She then asked me.

She was looking all around, as if she was looking for it. Her eyes met mines once she heard my voice.

"You'll see when we land, and as far as your phone, you'll get it back soon." I told her.

When she was being handed over to one of my guards, her purse with her phone was confiscated. She didn't notice this, as she was too busy screaming and resisting.

"But I need to call my boss, and make sure Abby's alright!" Alina exclaimed with worry.

My face twisted in confusion, clearly not understanding what she's saying.

"Abigail, my beautiful puppy," She elucidated to me.

"Don't worry about any of that. Both of them will be fine, and you'll get your phone back soon." I assured her.

She let out a long breath, averting from me and looking out the window of the jet.

"Hello Sir, would you like anything?" Raya came and asked.

Raya Ramirez was one one of my hookups in the past. Times when I would go out and party, I would bring her and a few other girls with me.

She was a beauty, her auburn hair and light brown eyes. I barely go out anymore, mostly because of my busy days with work.

The more I spent time with my business, the less I saw Raya or any of the others. I would see her sometimes when I went to different places that included flying.

Besides that, I barely see her but when I do, it's either because of work or a night of pleasure.

Remembering her question she asked, I replied casual and professionally.

"Bottle of wine, and my computer." I requested.

The bottle of wine was needed for the day I had.

Since I met Alina, she has been an absolute pain in the ass.

My day was pure overwhelming.

From her beauty, to her attitudes, personality, emotions, and misbehavior. She was obviously not disciplined, a total hurricane.

The only one who could put her back in place was me. Something I would definitely take care of soon.

A few moments later, Raya returned with a bottle of wine and my Mac book. I noticed she was also holding two glasses, intended for me and Alina.

Alina looked up at her, and noticed it too. She didn't even take a blink before she spoke up.

"No, Thank you," She rejected with a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Raya responded with a smile as well, before walking away with the other glass.

Either she didn't drink, or she just didn't want to drink around me. Again, I don't blame her.

She knew not to take any chances or let her guards down when I was close to her.

Of cos she didn't trust herself around me, which was far from shocking. If I was her, I wouldn't either.

I poured me a glass of wine, and gulped half of it down in less than 5 seconds. I already knew she was looking at me with shock, but I decided to ignore it.

After opening my computer, I dived straight into the documents Trevor sent me about one of my companies.

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I was deep into my work for hours, almost forgetting I had company. I looked up, and at this point, I wasn't surprised seeing her the same way I left her.

Alina was gazing out the window, with an unreadable expression.

She was so abnormal. I can't understand her half the time, she was such a strange woman. I have encountered ones like her a few times, but damn, she has it bad.

All she ever did was stare at nothing in particular, and I have no idea why. If she continued to do this, I don't know how I would be able to remain calm around her.

I wasn't letting her go anytime soon, but she will not make me restive because of her actions.

Why can't she just be a chill woman?

This probably might be a lot coming from me, but she acts so demented.

I have only known her for a little over 4 hours, and she was already making me insane.

I couldn't see her face all the way, but I was sure that she was exhausted.

All the features of her face were tired and it was very obvious.

And all the crying she didn't help her cause either. I know she is sleepy, but it's evident she doesn't want to go to sleep around me.

"Rest your eyes, Alina" I ordered her.

She was tired, and no matter how uncomfortable and uneasy I made her, I had no time to hear her complain later about being tired when she purposefully tortured herself.

My order for her to sleep was nothing in her eyes. She turned, and blankly stared at me.

I wonder if it's just me or if she is normally like this. I don't even want to know what Arthur had to do to make her accompany him.

"If you don't know already, I don't like repeating myself" I warned her with my eyes intensely boring into hers.

She closed her eyes but I knew she wasn't sleeping. Her movements and expressions all confirmed this.

She probably thought that I would believe she is actually asleep.

I closed my mac book, and put my full attention on Alina.

She stayed like this for over an hour before she actually went to sleep. I could tell she fell into a deep slumber.

Her breaths were slow, her face was a little tense from all the scrunching but she was calm. For some time, I watched her sleep without her knowing.

She looked like an angel that fell straight from heaven.

I took her in for the umpteenth time today, warily raking my eyes over every inch of her body.

Looking closely, I noticed a few things I didn't before.

She had a small beauty mark on her neck and one under her lower lip. They only added to her beauty, making her even more beautiful.

If only she listened, she would be perfection.

My sighs filled the quiet space.

Alina's body looked very uncomfortable sunk into the seat. I picked her weightless body and strolled to one of the rooms on my jet.

She was soft and warm in my arms, unaware of everything around her. I opened the door and sat her on the bed.

I left her in her dress, but took her painful heels off and put the covers over her before backing up to look at her.

She stirred a little in her sleep, although she didn't wake up.

As I was observing her, I decided that her peaceful state of mind was my favorite. I could just sit here all day and watch this beauty in peace.

She was special in a way I had no idea. The more she wants to be away from me, the more I want to be closer to her.

She was the magnet, attracting me to her in a way neither of us wanted. I wouldn't do anything to hurt this woman in a way she couldn't handle, for one day I might just claim her as mine and mine only.

For now, she'll stay with me and face the punishments of disobedience. This is just the beginning of everything, but once i'm done with her, I have no idea what I want to do with her.

Should I keep her at my mansion with me, or do I let her go?

This is a question I don't have the answer to just yet.

She was one of the strangest women I have met, but I still want her. Is that even possible?

When I look at her tears, my chest tightens. I haven't seen her smile, but I already know that if she was to smile, she would shine bright like the stars in the sky.

I took one more look at her before I turned around and walked out the room. I closed the door, got my computer and went to the room besides hers.

I practically threw myself on the bed before I took my shoes off. I looked through a few more work related topics on my computer, before I shut it again and closed my eyes.

When I did this, the first thing I saw was Alina's angel-like face. She was affecting me in a way she doesn't even know.

I have no idea what's happening to me.

How does a man like me get like this because of a woman they just met? I shouldn't even look at her with compassion.

I was getting distracted, no matter how much I tried not to.

How could a woman like her have the power to take over me in this way? I hate that I am becoming vulnerable.

Even if she hasn't seen it yet, it will only be a matter of time before I start getting soft on her and forget what's important.

I grew up to be a strong, powerful man. No woman or anyone for that matter should be controlling me.

My mind was clouded with her, and It was affecting my thoughts. I shook my head, desperately trying to get her out of my brain.

Eventually after my mind was cleared, I dozed off into a drowse.

I plan on spending my hours like this until it's time for the game to really start.