The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 11

11

Tristan's phone's alarm screeched at six in the morning. His senses gradually came back to awakening, and the next he felt was a severe headache welcoming him. Felt like last night's drinking mania was still punishing him. He squeezed his eyes to subdue the throb, putting a hand on his temple. He blinked his eyes as he grunted while groping for the device to turn it down. Once done, he stayed in bed for a few moments and tossed the duvet before getting off the bed.

He followed his morning ritual which was exercise, bath, donning formals for office and striding down to have his breakfast.

What he wasn't expecting was Sebastian on the dining table and that too, this early. "What are you doing here?" Tristan asked, handling his cufflinks as he made his way toward the head seat.

Sebastian occupying the next on his right, replied, "Forgot to tell you, that asshole director regathered the team to finalise the Brazilian's fate with us so I thought to share a plate with you before he fucks that deal," Tristan nodded thoughtfully and turned to grab the pitcher containing orange juice while the butler began serving the breakfast.

"Keep me abreast of the final decision, I'd review it," He murmured while checking his mailbox on his tablet.

"Of course, nothing will happen without your approval, sir," He stated coolly, grabbing his cutleries to slice the vegetable omelette. Tristan cocked his head to find him dedicated to finish his course. Sebastian failed to notice the tiredness lingering on his friend's face. He bit his lower lip and chose to strike the topic that was irking him.

"Lillian came here last night..." He stated, drinking down the juice. Sebastian spared him a glance with a scoff.

"Told you, she was crazy about giving you a head," He jibed, grabbing one avocado toast.

"She came to confront about Sasha," He hinted heedlessly, chewing a morsel and turning his gaze to catch his reaction.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he tried to recall the name Sasha, after pondering enough, his eyes glimmered in recognition, "Ohhh, that little bee back in college," He pointed behind his shoulder. Tristan nodded. "She was your first one, right?" He pointed his knife at him, teasing.

"I was young and dumb," Tristan rolled his eyes. The fact he lost his virginity to someone other than the girl he wanted was vexing him. He was guilt-ridden now.

"No, you were not dumb then but now, throwing away your youth like a rot fuck."

"Because I realised I was only making a fool out of me. Fucking other girls to get rid of a surreal face wasn't a solution, it was only stoning my conscience and you know how it affected me," Tristan retaliated back. This time with pain brewing on his face. He recalled those dark times when he was turning into a manwhore, just to find her in someone. Now, she's here and he couldn't stop himself from feeling ashamed.

"I wish I had held myself back. I wanted her to be my first in everything," He added.

Sebastian chuckled, "Your last fuck is like ages ago, so technically, you're a revived virgin," He sneered, a grin hitting his face.

Tristan scoffed at his remarks, "And you're an irrevocable asshole," He muttered under his breath and resumed consuming his meal. A few moments into silence and a feminine voice crossed their eardrums. They turned to the door's direction as the voice heightened. The next minute, revealing Alisa making a way in.

Tristan stood from his seat and stepped aside to side-hug her. She gave a kiss on his cheek. Sebastian greeted with a nod. "Mother, it's a pleasant surprise to see you here," He stated, stepping ahead to give her the head seat.