In Love With The Enemy: A Love and Hate Story Book #1

50. Drama at the Party

Author POV:

The week had passed fast and it was now the day for the party.

Alina didn't get much information about it, but she trusted him. She had her doubts, though she set them aside.

He informed her of the time and date, but not the attendees or host. It crossed her mind and she wondered why he wanted her to go so bad. It couldn't be just about her safety.

She lingered on the thought for a while, but decided to let it go.

The day had came and Tristan went to her room to wake her up early.

She groaned and got up groggily. Her face had drool on it and her hair was like a birds nest.

Alina looked up at Tristan to find him trying to hold back his laughed as he saw her disheveled morning state once again. Though she got pretty comfortable, she looked even worse than that other time.

"Don't comment on it, or I swear I will hurt you." She playfully flared at him and slowly got up off the bed.

She stretched out her limbs and muscles as he examined her body from a distance.

Looking up to find him staring, she gave him a questionable look and left her spot.

She grabbed a towel and went to the shower, giving him a piece sign as she shut and locked the door to the bathroom.

He laughed again and closed the door. Going back to his room, he had took a shower and dressed up into a beige colored tux.

It was 1:45 by the time he finished, and went to go check back up on her.

He brought to her room a beautiful beige dress that was strapless and backless. It was more of a gown with sequin design and it matched his tux.

She came out of the bathroom to find him in the room. He quickly looked away with a blush when he found her body wrapped in the towel. It was wrapped around her body so tight, he could practically see all her curves and the outline of her boobs.

Alina tried to cover herself, even though she wasn't actually naked. He laughed at her attempt.

"No need to do that now. I'm sure you understand I've seen you this way many times. It's nothing new." He said, trying to seem unaffected, though he was very much affected by her.

"Well, don't wanna make it another. So...privacy, please?" Alina asked him to leave and he refused to.

She groaned, rolling her eyes at his stubbornness. "But Tristan..." Her face scrunched up into a frown.

"I...need...privacy!" Alina said slowly, hoping he'd understand what the word "Privacy," meant.

But he obviously didn't. "Nope, you don't really need it. You want it." He propped his arms on the bed and got comfortable as he looked at her face, not daring to scrutinize her body.

"No! I need, privacy. Not want. I neeeeed it!" She said the word need with longing.

Coming up with an idea, she crossed her arms over her chest and smirk.

Due to that, her upper breasts became more visible to his eye. As much as he resisted himself from looking at her, he just couldn't. He wet his lips and reverted his gaze back to her face, before he got too carried away with the site of her luscious breasts.

"If you don't leave now...I won't go to the party." Alina said at last, catching his attention.

Immediately, he frowned and groaned out with unpleasantry. "But you're not playing fair..."