The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 10

10

Sebastian was in the conference room attending some directors and stockbrokers conversing about the current economic crisis arising in Europe and its influence on the companies overall. Tristan, on the other hand, was finalising the report of the Montreal project so that his employees could take the lead to proceed with the foundation. The company was handling six mega projects under their belt and four of them were in operation while one faced a slight problem, which was the main reason he came to London, but now he believed fate had rendered a lame excuse just to bring his wish to fruition.

His mind kept going back and forth between her and his work. Tristan could barely take her out of his cells for even a second. The addiction had evaluated its status in his cognition and now making him grow more fanatical about her. A smile broke on his smile as he scrolled through his laptop. Her smile, her timidity, her nervousness, just everything about her had him wrapped up around her mercy.

Just like her name, she was pure.

Simply beautiful. He perceived her brown tresses were longer than he anticipated, those lips were exactly the same plump and pinkish he had dreamt of kissing multifold times and her petite body had perfect curves which he was dying to trace for hours. He was so hungry to see her natural skin.

He pressed send after completing his email and laid back on his office seat. Her eyes stormed back with the vehement effect on his body, making him jolt in ecstasy. "Why have you been this far from me?" Yet so close. He imagined her laying on his bed, naked, entwined with muscular body after a heated morning session.

"Why have you been doing this to me, baby?" He questioned her softly while cradling her cheek with his knuckle. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch only to have him draw her more into his body. Things he wanted and would do with her.

He jogged his memory of his sleepless nights when he used to be overburdened by her constant invasion.

No matter how many times he tried to search her in women he fucked, he just couldn't bring himself to the peace of having her. It almost fucked him as if he was spellbound, like a witch casted a petrifying spell on him for his sins. He had tried every way to gouge her out of his braincells when he couldn't find her after a stretched period. It was like she was embedded in his soul, as if she was a part of him that he could not detach. He knew there was some problem. He just knew.

But little by little, he had accepted her as his crazy infatuation. Someone who was there with him all the time without anyone having a clue of it. Someone whose voice helped him slithered through complications like a water-jog, who stuck by him through every thick and thin. She never betrayed her like many did. Her angelic voice sought out every hurdle that hit him. He tackled it with her advocacy.

He shot a stifled sigh. He had relived their meeting hundreds of times in the past few hours. He would lie if he'd say he didn't want to touch her. Hell, he wanted to haul her in his arms and have his way like every time when he thought of her. Her creamy skin called out to him so many times during their interplay and he was entranced to claim it with all his dynamism but on the same hand, he had no desire to come off as a philanderer.

She was his to take, his to be, his to keep forever. Today or tomorrow, she was coming and he was willing to hold his beast a bit more.

A knock on the door disrupted the torrent of thoughts. He pinched his glabella between his fingers and grunted to lean straight. He pressed the black button underneath his desk and the door unlocked. Smith poked inside with calculative gait and stopped a few feet before the desk. Tristan headed up with elbow resting on the desk and his fingers shoring up his chin.