Risk it, Lose it (Remington Series 3)

Epilogue

Tristan's POV

It was a Friday night, and the air was charged with excitement as the music reverberated through the bar. The night was still young, yet the scene before me felt all too familiar and infuriating. There she was, dancing with another man, kissing him like he was the most delectable dessert she had ever tasted.

How could such a beauty carry herself in such an intimate manner with just anyone? A goddess like her should not be entwined with a mortal like that. But who was I to judge? In this game, we were all equals—seeking pleasure, hiding desires, and masking vulnerabilities behind masks of seduction.

Every time I stepped into a bar, my eyes would instinctively search for her. She possessed a radiant charm, a shine that exuded ethereal beauty. Yet, each time I spotted her, she was always with a different man. And every time that happened, a surge of jealousy and possessiveness would ignite within me.

I didn't understand why, but one thing was clear—I was captivated by her. She had an inexplicable effect on me, even before we exchanged a single word. Sino siya para iparamdam sa akin ang bagay na 'yon?

There was a sense of familiarity about her, like I had seen her somewhere before, like I had gazed upon that beauty for a lifetime without realizing when or where.

Then, one night, she walked into the bar with her friend, and our eyes met. At that moment, I resolved not to let her slip away again. I wouldn't allow those captivating eyes to wander to anyone else.

"I'm Rylee."

Just when I thought she couldn't be more enchanting, her voice washed over me like a sultry melody. It fit her perfectly, a bedroom voice that sent shivers down my spine. I took a sip of my drink to quell the nerves that threatened to overtake me.

"Are you new here? Ngayon lang kita nakita," I lied smoothly.

The truth was, I had been frequenting this bar for months, always on the lookout for her. Despite the other girls who would flock around us, my eyes sought only her. But she never noticed me amidst her flirtations and dalliances with other men.

"I've been going here for months. Pero ngayon lang din kita nakita," she said.

I smirked, hiding my true feelings behind a facade of confidence. Of course, she wouldn't have noticed me. She was always preoccupied with her boy toys, never sparing me a glance like the other girls did.

But now, she was looking straight at me, her gaze unwavering as she unbuttoned my shirt, her breath coming in gasps of anticipation. All I wanted was to show her what I could offer—to pleasure her in a way that surpassed all the others she had been with. I wanted to be the best she had ever experienced.

"Oh, Tristan!"

Her whispered exclamation sent a thrill through me. I craved that voice, wanted to hear it every night, calling out my name in ecstasy. It would become my lullaby, the sweetest sound I could imagine.

"Fuck, Rylee! You're a virgin?!" I blurted out in horror, feeling her tremble atop me.

A rush of self-loathing washed over me. How dare I hurt a goddess like her? How dare I tarnish her with my own impurities? I didn't know what to do. I don't sleep with virgins. It wasn't my thing.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, I knew I had to approach this with the utmost gentleness. This was her first time, and I wanted it to be memorable for all the right reasons. I wanted her to feel special, cherished.

I gave in to my desires, allowing myself to worship my own goddess. Every touch, every caress was an act of reverence. Despite her stunning appearance, her words were sharp, her mouth spewing hurtful things. But I chose to focus on the beauty before me, to drown out the rest with my own whispers of adoration.