The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 16

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Tristan's eyes were heavy when he woke up, it took him minutes to realise he slept on the couch after passing out due to excessive shots of tequila and rum. A shot of pain erupted from the back of his spine when he tried to move to sit straight. After some time when his mind giddily collected back focus, he rotated back his neck to glance at the clock that struck seven in the morning. He sighed and went to the bathroom to take up a shower.

After getting ready and having his breakfast, he left for the office. While on the way, he checked his news feed to know the current situation as he was aware a bunch of reporters would be waiting for him outside the building. Surprisingly, many news channels, sites and blog posts came out in his favour more than Lillian's. It was the least he expected, considering women tend to win in the victim game often. It was then he stumbled upon a post that was released anonymously last night. The video showed a drunk Lillian in a club with her friends who were seducing men nearly his age. She swirled her hips graciously against the pole while men hooted at the sight.

Tristan batted his eyebrows in amusement as if he wasn't expecting it either. He checked the tsunami of messages he received in the meantime. After replying to many, he opened a chat of an unknown number. A frown sat on his feature reading the message. 'Keep your courtesies ready for me, daddy. I need a good fuck in exchange for that video,' - Kasey xx

Oh, so it was her. Lillian's childhood best friend. He met her twice in family gatherings. Never thought a girl like her could throw her friend in hot waters. Tristan sighed and tossed his tablet aside, closing his eyes.

He opened them once the yelling of reporters crossed his ears. His car was surrounded by them, people often knocking his door while chanting questions.

'Sir, we want to know your view. Will you spare your fiancé or stand up for yourself?'

'Sir, have you seen the video?'

'Your companies have faced a major loss, how are you keeping up with the current downfall?'

'Is it true your acquaintances bailed on you overnight?'

'Sir...please, tell us about the woman who was accompanying you. Could she be the reason for Miss. Di Mauro's vengeance?'

'Are you planning on breaking up with Miss. Di Mauro for the woman?'

So many questions were thrown at him in a split-second but his ears specifically picked up on those that mentioned her. Those questions didn't irk him, in fact, he felt like answering them so he barely rolled down his window, mikes made it closer to his mouth. Questions after question.

"The accusations are false and I won't back down until it's proven. My team is immediately sending Miss. Di Mauro a legal notice and we will fight back for her audacious play," He replied to settle down the uproar which stirred many other questions.

"Sir, we want to know about that woman. Please elaborate," A female reporter requested.

"She is one of my good friends, that's all I can say for now. Maybe you should wait a little more for the right answer," He retorted, puzzling the journalists with a riddle. He slid the window up once the crowd started to get out of hand. His chauffeur managed to dodge people and after fifteen minutes, he safely parked the car in his private parking lot.

He sauntered to his office and attended the workload. In the evening, the team of his lawyers made an appearance. They discussed the controversy. Tristan ordered them to issue a notice on her name and sue her for defaming him. They agreed and left once the meeting was dismissed by him. He leaned back on his chair, fiddling with pen between his fingers while thinking about her. He wondered what she would be doing right now.