I didn't want to open my eyes because I knew that Tristan was looking at me expecting me to do something because it was the first day of our deal. It was completely barbarick if you ask me but if this is what it took then so be it. I would ring Spence the first chance I got to tell him the news though.
I felt the pressure in the bed decrease and the room door open meaning Tristan had got up so opened my eyes only to find that he was staring at me from the doorway. His gaze was heated and his bare chest heaved up and down.
"Whats wrong?" I asked pushing myself up into a sitting position. I pushed my hair over my shoulder before crossing my arms over the duvet.
"I want this to work because if we're being honest..I need to fall for you again too." He said. I trailed my eyes away from him to the window.
"I don't know, Tris." I sighed.
"This isn't just about you, Bella, this is about us and our future together. This isn't an excuse to keep sleeping with whatever guy that you are without having to be so secretive about it." He stepped away from the door slamming it and getting my attention. He ran his fingers through his hair and the curls fell back around his face sexily.
"Then why tell me to continue the affair?" I threw the duvet back standing up and crossing my arms. The cold air hit my bare legs that stretched out of my cotton Pajama shorts.
"Because you need to choose who you want, do you want the time or do you want the happiness?" He asked.
"I don't know." I gritted out and he walked out of the room before I could say another word.
I facepalmed then picked up my phone turning it on and dialing Spencer's number. He picked up on the third ring answering with a incoherent hello.
"Hey so, he knows." I cut right to the chase.
"Are you on your way over here then?" He asked.
"No why would I be?" I furrows my eyebrows.
"Because your leaving him, right?" His voice held so much emotion.
"No he uh gave me an ultimatum." I said.
"And that is?" He said.
"If I don't fall in love with him by Valentines Day then we get a divorce." I explain. "Great right?"
"Is this supposed to make me jump for joy?!" He yelled after a long silence and I moved the phone away from my ear briefly.
"I thought you'd be a little happy. He said we can still frolick around to help me decide." I elaborated. He let out an angry laugh and I closed my eyes, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm not happy, Bella but he invited me to play poker tonight so I'm going." He replied.
"What? Why would you say yes to that?" This could only go one way and I could bare to see the betrayal he found out it was someone he knew.
"Because he's my friend." He said in a dull tone.
"You haven't seen him in a year." I stated.
"So what? Why are you so opposed to this?" He groaned.
"I don't want you to tell him about us." I plead.
"You might not realize this but I actually have a heart. Telling him would crush me too because you'd be hurt and I care about you." I stay silent and he sighs. "Go be with your husband, Bella."
He hung up before I could respond and I covered my face laying back on the bed. This is already complicated.
"Bell!" Tristan yelled from down the hall. Dragging myself out of bed I push the door open more and look out the door at him.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I need you to brush my hair." He sighed and I smiled nodding. He never liked brushing his hair because he would always end up brushing one side too much and it'd end up frizzy. But I loved this quirk about him because his hair was so soft.
I walked into the large bathroom and step behind him a little as he sits on the edge of the tub. I grab the brush and run it through his hair, he sighs closing his eyes.
"Have any plans tonight?" I asked after a while and he keeps his eyes closed as he answers. Sue me for asking.
"Just hanging out with an old friend." He muttered. I pull his hair into a low ponytail and tap his shoulder for a hair tie.
"I was thinking we could do something." I offer just as I tie his ponytail and put my hands on his shoulder.
"Like what?" He responds standing up and turning to me. His six foot frame towers over my small 5'4 body and I look up at him.
"I'm not sure." I chuckled.
"Think about it and we can do it tomorrow night. I've gotta get to the site and you need to get dressed and get there as well." Tristan walks out the bathroom and I sigh looking at the mirror, my olive skin and dark hair stand out against the blue tile on the wall of the tub. I bite my lip and look at my stomach, the pudge is visible in my red tank top.
I shower and get dressed in my tan slacks with a light pink blouse. I straighten my curls, put on some light makeup with clear lip gloss and then leave. Me and Tristan have worked together to three years, he was an architect and I was interior designer. The company we worked for, Better Homes Inc, had hired us as a pair because we had built and designed homes for a year on our own before getting into the actual money making.
As I parked my truck next to Tristan's I notice a very familiar black Mercedes in the visitor parking. I walk into the large black brick mansion and smile at the workers before stepping into the make shift office in the back of the house.
I stop in my tracks as I stare at my husband and my mistress, laughing together.
They both stop and look at me with prowling eyes.
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