His Darling

Chapter Seven

WILLOW

I cannot believe that just happened. The level of mortified I feel cannot be measured. I like how I was worried about someone finding out that Tristan and slept together but I was the one who told everyone. How fucking ironic is that??

Where did Tristan get the audacity of questioning who I hung out with? We weren't exclusive so he didn't have any room to comment on who I spent my time with. I had a life before I slept with, and I will continue to have one afterwards. I might be pregnant with his kid but he didn't have any claim on me, or any say in how I live my life.

Truthfully, with how possessive he seemed I was now hesitant to tell him about the baby. He wasn't my boyfriend, and there was no reason why if I was hanging out with a male friend, he had to act psychotic. Henry and I have been friends since college and just because Tristan thought he had some non-exist claim on me, doesn't mean I was going to stop spending time with him.

It was Saturday and Henry asked if we could get lunch – I nearly agreed just to spite Tristan. I don't know how he got those photos or knew who I was spending my time with. I didn't care either way and I wasn't going to let him dictate my life. We had sex once, he wasn't the love of my life.

Everyone knew that Tristan was a fuckboy and has never really had a serous girlfriend; so, I have no idea where he came off being possessive of me. If anything, you would think it was the other way around.

"Willow, hey! How have you been?" Henry asked me as he finally got to the café we were meeting for lunch.

Henry was the one constant I had in college, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He was my favorite person because he didn't care about what anyone said about him. He had tattoos, all over but was the most successful businessman I have ever met. He went into finance and worked for some big Brokerage Firm in New York City. Even though he was tatted that didn't matter because they care more about the success rate and his work product than his appearance.

"Fine, boys are stupid." I told him and he just laughed and agreed.

"We really just don't know when to stop. It's all human nature." He told me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Yeah, well I am sick of it. Like pick an emotion." I answered annoyed. I didn't regret sleeping with Tristan, but I really didn't like how he was acting lately. Like he can't tell me what to do – and he needs to understand that.

"What's been going on? A new boyfriend?" He asked.

"Not even a boyfriend. This guy I slept with, he's acting all possessive and I am getting tired of it." I told him.

"Slept with? You were a virgin all through college?? What are you doing in these streets?" he joked – I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, well not anymore. It kind of just happened. With this guy my brother is friends with. I don't regret anything, but like could he would calm the fuck down." I told him – as I continued his mouth fell open in shock.

"Damn, Willow. All the shock. You slept with your brother's best friend. Not you making the boldest moves."

"It's not even like that. I have liked him since forever, but he somehow saw you and I together and now he's flipped his shit. Like we aren't together, how can he be possessive of something that isn't even his?" I asked Henry.

"How did he see us together?" he asked – fuck if I know.

"You know, that's a great question. We had family dinner at my parents, and he came up to me with these pictures. I have no idea who took them or how he got them. Then I somehow announced to the whole house that we had sex, so that was embarrassing." I told him and he couldn't help but laugh.