THALIA'S POV.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Tristan's cold voice asked when I went to take off my shirt, causing my hands to freeze on the bottom of my shirt as I frowned in confusion
"What? I want to show elder Alfonso the mark, why? What's wrong?"
I asked and Tristan rolled his eyes.
"Put that back down, Thalia. Now."
He ordered, sounding anoyed I felt my frown deepen.
"Seriously, Tristan, you can't ju___"
My words were cut short and I let out a small telp as I suddenly found myself being pulled out of the office and into the hallway by Tristan's grip on my wrist.
"Tristan __"
"You will not take off your clothes in front of another man, Thalia, I could care less how old he is. I will not allow it."
Tristan said coldly, the expression on his face causing me to almost burst
