Chapter 11

He gave me a peck on the cheek and left. I leaned on the sofa for support, Adrian just left me for a date, he was going on a date.

I guess he didn’t feel the same way about me, but the way he looked at me, the smile and how much he cared about, there was no way Adrian wasn’t attracted to me.
I had decided to let Grey go, he still refused to talk to me and I thought of what Vina said. It was best to move on.

It was just a date right? It might end up disastrous. I knew we were never gonna work but I expected it to last a little longer.

My shoulders sagged, I took a glance at the movie we were watching and frowned.

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I grabbed one throw pillow and screamed into it. I turned off the TV and walked to the wine cellar, some alcohol would do me good right now.

I returned to the living room and sat on the floor, I poured myself some drink and played my favourite song on my phone.

I wasn’t sure of the amount of alcohol I had taken before someone came to sit next to me on the floor. I turned to look at Tristan with hazy eyes, his scent surrounded me.

I poured myself more drink and sang along to Pink’s song. I was waiting for him to say something but he was quiet, I wasn’t in a good state to engage in a conversation anyway.

I leaned back and placed my head on the seat behind me, the alcohol was working.

“Do you always drink like this?”
I heard him ask and I felt his eyes on me.

I obeyed my subconscious, I knew at this point I was vulnerable and he might decide to ask about what he saw on my back, that was if he saw it.

We were both quiet for a while and I was starting to enjoy it till he spoke again.

“I’m ready to tell you why I said all that in the church.”


“I’m ready to tell you why I said all that in the church.”

I turned to look at him but my head was acting funny, I closed my eyes and tried to listen to what he was about to say.

I was not sober and it didn’t seem like a good time but I wanted to know why I was here, my head was starting to spin as I took more drink.

“Well, it’s about time.”
I slurred trying to focus on one image of Tristan.

He reached for the bottle and took a big gulp then leaned back on the seat, I was drifting to sleep slowly and Tristan was already talking but I wasn’t hearing anything.

I stopped fighting it, I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness.


I hated hangovers, my stomach and my head made me stay in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got to my room.
I groaned gripping the sheets, I needed some painkillers or this agonizing pain would make me go crazy.

There was a knock on my door, I groaned before answering, Morris walked in with a small tray.

“Good morning Miss Simpson, I hope you slept well? I made you some hangover soup.”

“Hangover soup?”
I sat up and collected it.

“Please get me some painkillers.”
He nodded and left.

It was my first time taking a hangover soup and it surprisingly tasted good. After taking the soup and the pills, I went back to sleep.

When I woke up it was past one, the sun was extremely bright today. I took a long and soothing shower and dressed up in a floral summer dress.

I packed my hair up in a ponytail and left the room. Morris was making lunch and Tristan was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Tristan?”
I asked Morris.

“Why are you looking for me?”
I almost jumped from the sudden question from behind.

Tristan opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, he was wearing swim shorts and a grey towel hung on his left shoulder, his wet hair was swept back. I watched his Adam apple bob as he drank the water.

I tried not to let my eyes wander around the specs and crevices on his torso, man it was getting hot in here.

He was finally done drinking the water, my eyes didn’t miss the drop that slid down his lower lip till it reached the floor. I was still wondering how something so trivial he did without adding any effort looked so good.

I pretended to check my short nails when he turned to look at me.

“I was taking a swim, I never told you I needed a babysitter.”
He said and left the kitchen.

“I just wanted to say thank you for taking me to my room when I was wasted!”
I screamed after him.

I sighed and took a seat at the island, I couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“No, Miss Simpson and thanks for asking.”

“Come on, you look like you have so much to do, let me help, I have nothing to do.”

It took him a couple of seconds to agree.

“You can stir the sauce for me.”

I rushed to the electric cooker.

“How did you know I was having a hangover?”

“I saw you last night sleeping on the floor in the living room, I tried to wake you but you were too drunk to raise a hand. I picked you and took you to your room.”

I stopped stirring the sauce and looked at him.

“You were the one that took me to my room?”

“Yes Miss Simpson, you were all alone on the floor.”

I mumbled a bit embarrassed.

“Thank you, Morris.”
He gave me a warm smile, I returned it and went back to stirring the sauce.

“Why are you cooking all these dishes?”

“We are having guests.”


“Mr. Sanchester informed me this morning.”

I thought of who might be coming, do I have to play the girlfriend role? Please no, It was so exhausting the last time.

It didn’t take long for us to finish in the kitchen. I helped to set the food at the table in the garden where Tristan wanted it. It looked fancy as I stared at it from the porch.

“Well done Morris.”
I told him when he was done arranging the seats.

“You too, Miss Simpson.”

“Ohh it was nothing.”
I waved it off, the doorbell caught our attention.

“I will get it.”
I said quickly when he turned to leave.

“It’s my job Miss Simpson, please allow me.”
I hated when he spoke like that, I rolled my eyes in defeat.


Tristan walked down the stairs in black chino shorts and blue t-shirt, his hair was unbrushed making few strands fall across his right temple.

I was too busy staring at him to notice our guests, that familiar cologne filled my nose. I turned around and saw Adrian in khaki pants and a white polo shirt, my smile fell when I saw the lady in his arm.

Her envious ebony hair was almost reaching her waist, she wore a green dress that showed off her perfect curves and spotless legs.

Tristan and Adrian did their signature handshake while I stood four feet away staring.

Adrian’s voice moved my gaze away from the lady.

“Hi, Adrian.”
I tried my best not to show the pain in my voice, the fake smile on my face was starting to hurt my cheeks.

“Chloe, meet Karen, my girlfriend.”


“Hi, Karen.”
I forced a smile.

“Don’t be like that, come here.”
Her voice was sweet too, how could I compete against her for Adrian?

She withdrew from his arm and came to hug me, her perfume was too much it made my headache.

“Adrian told me a lot about you, your eyes are so pretty.”


“The food is probably getting cold, shall we?”
Tristan said and led the way, I walked behind Karen and Adrian who had his arm around her waist.

Jealousy was eating me up, my eyes drilled holes at where he touched her.
I watched as he pulled a seat for her, she smiled at him and sat down.

I took the seat in front of them, Tristan sat beside me. Morris started dishing out the food while my eyes were on Karen. She was beautiful and older than me, he’d definitely go for his type, not me.

Adrian and Tristan talked about work while Karen tried to make conversation with me, she would laugh at her own jokes while I just stare at her with a fake smile, I wasn’t good at faking my laugh.

She whispered his name and he turned to look at her, she fed him a shrimp, he smiled and fed her some lamb with his fork. Tristan was too busy with his phone and food to care about anything.

I sipped my wine trying to drown the growing anger in my body but it wasn’t working. I poured myself more wine and drank the whole content.

“Are you okay?”
Karen asked staring at my empty wine glass.


“Wow, your alcohol tolerance must be good.”

“You have no idea.”
Tristan mumbled still on his phone.

“I forgot something in the kitchen, I will be right back.”
I stood up and left the garden, I went to the yard and took a seat at the pool.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the long seat, the cool breeze calmed me and I almost forgot about the lunch at the garden.

“Is this what you forgot in the kitchen?”
I jolted from the voice, Adrian was looking down at my face with one brow up.

I sat up feeling angry again, he sipped the drink in his hand and took the other seat.

“This is so comfy.”
He leaned back, propping one knee up while the other laid flat on the seat.

“Why are you here?”
He asked taking a glance at me.

“Just felt like staring at the pool.”
I stood up to leave.

He called, stopping me.

I turned to look at him, he finished his drink and dropped the glass gently on the floor and sat upright.

“Come here.”
He pointed to the spot next to him, I gave him a questioning look not moving.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to sit next to him, he kept staring at my face as I sat there. I waited for him to say something and when he did I wished he never did.

“Your ears are cute, I have never seen you with your hair up.”
I didn’t say anything.

“Why aren’t you saying anything or looking at me?”
He sounded annoyed.

“I don’t know Adrian, what do you want me to say? Congrats?”
I asked staring at him.

“You look damn cute when you’re angry.”
He said with low laughter, I got more upset and stood up.

“What’s up with you?”

“You didn’t have to follow me here Adrian!” I snapped.

“I was worried, okay. You were acting weird.”

“Stop worrying about me, Goddamnit don’t call me cute!”

“What are you talking about?”
He stood up and I stepped back.

“Nothing, you should go back to Karen. We both know Tristan sucks at making conversations.”

“I have a girlfriend doesn’t change anything between us Chloe.”

“Well, I’m sorry it does, it changes a lot of things for me.”
I gave him one last look and stormed off with one question bouncing in my head.

What the hell did I just do?

“Chloe wait.”
I heard him say behind me but I didn’t stop.

Tristan stood at the door, staring at me as I walked toward him. I wondered how long he’s been standing there.

He stepped aside for me to pass, I ran into Karen on my way to the staircase.

“Have you seen Adrian?”

I pointed to the pool and made my way to the stairs.

“Is she okay?”
I heard her ask.

“She is drunk,” Tristan told her.

I walked to my room and slumped on my bed.

“What did you just do Chloe?”


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