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TRISTAN
After the bastard left, we took our seats. But I noticed how quiet Stella went. Her expression was sullen, and she looked like she was going to cry.
Pathetic.
It was one reason why I hated emotional connections. In the end, one person's heart was always getting broken, and it was always the one who gave the most.
Over the years, I had dated the prettiest and most intelligent women, but I had made up my mind never to chase anything serious. Love was nasty. Love was everything I didn't want.
Love makes you weak.
I had a personal experience of how painful love could be, and I had seen my parents experience it too. I had watched how broken they became when they kept hurting each other over and over again. I didn't want that.
"Stop crying over that fool," I scoffed and glanced at her. "Look at you. You're too pretty to be sulking over that good for nothing piece of trash. You know that, right?"
She nodded and wiped the tear that ran down her cheek. "I know that. But it's not so easy to get over someone you've loved for over so long."
I leaned back into my seat. "That's why falling in love is never an option."
She glanced at me. "What do you even mean?"
I shrugged. "Two strangers meet, fall in love, kiss under the mistletoe, and in the end, they become strangers again. It's even worse if you get cheated on." I laughed. "Not my style."
"I wish I could argue against what you said, but you're right. Love, as beautiful as it is, is fickle." She replied. "It was beautiful while it lasted, but I wish I never met him."
Silence prevailed for a while, and I studied her. She was a really beautiful woman, and the moment she walked into the bar, I knew she was what I wanted. Her wavy blonde hair cascaded down her waist, a beautiful contrast against her flawless skin. She was an epitome of a blond bombshell that drew attention wherever she went and last night, when I caught sight of her, something stirred in me and I knew I had to have this woman in my bed.
And there she was, heartbroken, vulnerable, desperate to get over the bastard who cheated on her. Although I believed cheaters were the weakest link in the masculine chain, I thanked him for doing that to her because she wouldn't have appeared to me that night.
And we wouldn't be seated here, pretending to be in love with each other.
"You'll be fine, alright?" I leaned towards her. "We would be so carried away by this faux relationship that you wouldn't even remember he exists again."
"And that's what I am scared of," She glanced at me and smiled softly. "How am I to get used to the fame you have?"
I shrugged. "You'll like it."
She laughed. "I don't like being in the spotlight. If anything, I prefer going unnoticed."
I gave her a thorough look. "You're literally a Greek goddess. You are a fantasy come to life, and you think you'll never not be noticed? Oh, c'mon. The moment you stepped foot into the bar, I saw you before I caught a whiff of your perfume. Everyone else had their eyes on you."
Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. "Women like me are always dangerous. Behind the beauty is something ugly."
"And why do you say so?" I asked.
"Never mind," She smiled and rose to her feet. "Why don't we give everyone around us something to look at? Corey just walked in and he's prancing around with the lady I caught him fucking."
I rose to my feet and took her hand in mine, planting a soft kiss on the back of her palm. "Your skin is so soft. I wouldn't dare break your heart if you dated me."
"You're not interested in commitment, and neither am I," She replied as she waltzed skillfully. I watched her waist shimmy from side to side and there and then, I knew I wanted to f**k this woman for a long time. "Why don't we enjoy the moment and stop flirting?"
"I have a thing for flirting without thinking," I replied, bringing my arms around her waist. "So you'll have to get used to it or risk falling for me."
She let out a loud cackle that drew Corey's attention. He glared hard at me, and I winked in return. But just as I was about to tear my gaze away, my eyes narrowed in on the woman he was dancing with.
Griselda?
I stiffened. What the hell was she doing here?
My heart began to thump against my chest as memories came flooding back. Was it a coincidence or was the universe slapping me right in the f*****g face?
"What's wrong?" Stella asked. "You're suddenly pale. Did you see a ghost?"
I chuckled. "Maybe there's a siren standing before me, and I can barely believe she is dancing in my arms."
Stella rolled her eyes. "Okay, that's enough. If this is what women fall for, then you're really bad at flirting."
Once we were done dancing, we made our way towards the bar area, and I made sure my arm was tightly wrapped around Stella's waist.
"Two shots of tequila, please!" I called out.
"Tequila?" Stella gave me a funny look. "We're not trying to get drunk here. Why don't we try red wine?"
"Tristan has always loved strong drinks. Wines aren't his forte."
Shit. She was here.
I slowly turned and yanked a surprised Stella to my side. "I now drink wine, all thanks to my beautiful girlfriend." Then I turned to the bartender. "Two glasses of chardonnay, please."
"Fancy seeing you here, Tristan," Griselda smiled. "Shouldn't you be on a private cruise or something?"
"I am surprised you are able to afford this place too." I replied. "Who paid for it?"
Griselda glanced at Stella, who had gone pale. She was the bane of our existence. How funny.
"Who else? Corey, is that right?" She asked Stella. "Your ex-boyfriend."
Stella laughed. "How has it been with him so far?"
"Nice, I must say," She replied seductively. "Oh, he f***s me so good. I'm surprised you let a good man like him go."
Stella was becoming territorial and I f*****g loved it. She leaned into me and placed a hand on my chest. "I'm not the type to hold onto a piece of s**t like him. Let's hope he doesn't find someone more exciting than you, honey."
Griselda's face reddened. Stella had struck a chord. "He can't leave me. We're not the same people. While you are boring him in bed, I know how to keep him wanting more. You didn't give him that for a long time, and that's why he left you."
Griselda stalked away, and Stella let out an annoyed huff. "Who does that b***h think she is?"
I turned to her. "We need to make their lives miserable."
She nodded. "Of course. Though, do you mind explaining the familiar energy I just received? Do you know her?"
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "That is none of your business, Stella." I turned to her and grabbed her chin. "We're going to make this tour unbearable for them both, and I have a lot of ideas."
The wicked grin on her face was enough motivation to cause terrible damage.
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