His Darling

Chapter Three

WILLOW

It was Saturday and I was awake at 8am, why? Also, my body felt like I was ran over by a mack truck, six times. Jesus, and not to mention the ache between my legs – wine never have me this reaction. I went to the bathroom, maybe a hot bath would do some wonders. First thing I noticed was that I slept nude – I never did that. I wasn't secure enough about my body to exhibit those behaviors. When I stood in the mirror I nearly screamed in horror – I had bite marks and hickeys everywhere. Then I remembered, Tristan. His body on mine, touching mine – inside mine. Then I understood the aches and pains. Well, I guess I could say I'm no longer a virgin – that also explains the hint of blood on my white sheets.

         Part of me was slightly disappointed that he didn't say anything, but also, I didn't want him to see me like this. Would I call him and tell him how amazing it was – even though he was a little rough? Or would I ignore him and pretend it never happened? I took a bath and decided I would let him call the shots – he's the one who left. I didn't love the guy; he was and great to look at but after Levi, I wouldn't push myself onto anyone. He was friends with James, and I didn't want to make it weird for them – I'd let Tristan decide.

         The weekend came and went and I didn't hear a word from Tristan – not even on Monday during lunchtime. I'd be lying to myself if I said if I wasn't a little let down. He seemed to find me desirable – but maybe that was the wine clouding my judgment. I wasn't going to force him to have feelings for me; I wouldn't want someone to guilt me into caring for them just because we've seen each other naked. I obviously liked him, if not I wouldn't have agreed to sleep with him. I was drunk and sad, but I was still in control of my actions. But, in the end I wouldn't be the sad and desperate girl that Levi and Sarah thought I was.

         It had been a full work week and still no word from Tristan. When I got to work, I saw his car parked across the street at Copeland Technologies, when I went home, he was still parked in the same spot. I knew if he wanted to see me, he could. I could see into his office from the street, so I'm sure he could also see down at me. He knew where I lived – evidence of our night together.

         Wednesday morning, nearly a week and half since I was with Tristan, my brother called me. He usually checked in with me every so often, this call was not wanted.

"Willow! How's my baby sister doing?" he asked immediately as I answered the phone.

"Fine, James. I'm at work, what can I help you with?" I asked annoyed – simply because I was.

"I'm coming into town tonight; I would love to have dinner with you! Ginny can't wait to see you." He told me.

Gwen, or Ginny as my brother has nicknamed her, has been dating my brother since well forever. They've had their ups and downs, massive breakups but heartfelt forgiveness. Gwen was like a sister to me. Although if it wasn't for James, I probably would've never talked to her. She was everything I never could've been. Blonde bombshell with just the right curves for someone with her petite frame. She always reminds me how beautiful I am – it helped a ton in highschool.

"I guess I could squeeze you in tonight." I joked with him, knowing well enough that I had no other pressing matters to attend to.

"You guess? He asked hurt. "How's seven, tonight?" I would always make time for him – if he was making the trip from New York, I would make the time for him and girlfriend, no question.

"Sounds perfect, how's the Chinese place on Madison?" I was hopeful he would say.

"Only for you." He agreed – the Chinese place was my favorite; it formally went by Mr. Wok's Garden.