A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20

A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20

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Adrian’s eyes moved from my face to my thlgh where Tristan’s hand laid. We were both quiet and didn’t pull away from each other.

Why did I keep feeling like an awful person? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

“I will be waiting for you in the living room.”
He said and walked away, there was a hint of anger in his voice.

I turned to look at Tristan, he pulled away and gave me some space, the warmth around me left with him but my body was still hot from our make out.

He grabbed his drink and took a sip, he sat down and watched me as I jumped down from the island. I adjusted the gown and raked my hair back with my fingers.

I met him in the living room. He stared at my face like he was searching for something, I crinkled my face at him giving him a questioning look.

“Tristan told me you were sick.”
He said and gave me a look like he wanted me to explain.

“Yeah, I was feeling nauseous.”
I said with a straight face. Why the he.ll was he here?

He stepped closer and sniffed the air around me, that was very embarrassing.

“Are you drunk?”
He looked very angry, I opened my mouth to answer but he cut me off.

“I swear if he was taking advantage of you I won’t let him off easily.”
He wanted to go to the kitchen but I got in the way, what was he planning to do? Walk-in there and beat him up?

“Leave Tristan out of this, I was the one that kssed him and I’m not drunk!”
I yelled.

“Do I look drunk to you? Do I sound drunk?”
I asked staring up at his face, something flickered in his eyes, it disappeared before I could tell what it was.

“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be with your fiancee?”

“Yeah, I should be with her but I decided to come here because I was worried about you.”
I tried not to laugh, was he expecting me to be fine after inviting me to watch him propose to his girlfriend?

“I’m fine.”

“I can see that.”
He took a glance at the kitchen and then at me.

“Goodnight”
He said and walked away.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, what an awful night. Tristan walked out of the kitchen when I turned around.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kssed you,” He apologized and ran his fingers through his hair

I ignored him and walked to the kitchen, I grabbed my shoe and purse and the remaining brandy.

Tristan was gone when I came out of the kitchen, that was fast.

A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20

It’s been a week since the night I kissed Tristan and the night Adrian proposed to Karen. We both acted like it never happened and never spoke about it. Nothing changed between us and I was glad it didn’t.

Adrian came to the house but we didn’t speak much, Tristan didn’t seem to care about anything going on.

I told Vina what happened and she was like,

“You bada$s! You weren’t drunk were you?”

“I was very sober.”

“Good thing he showed up, now it’s fair. I’m trying to imagine the look on his face when he walked in on you both kssing.”

“He was just worried about me.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”
She scoffed.

“How is school?” I changed the topic quickly.

“Good, no one is talking about you anymore.”

“What about Grey?”

“He is not over you, Chlo. He snaps at anyone that says awful things about you and he’s been distant, I haven’t spoken to him since the wedding.”
I smiled, I wasn’t sure about how I felt about Grey anymore but I still cared about him. We were close friends before we thought of dating.

He showed me that a broken heart can beat again. Our call ended quickly because her mom walked into her room.

A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20

It was Saturday night and I wanted to do something to keep myself occupied. I went to the kitchen and decided to make dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
Morris asked for the third time.

“Yes Morris, it’s not my first time cooking pasta.”
I smiled at him.

“You can leave now.”
He was reluctant but he still left.

“What are you doing?”
Tristan asked entering the kitchen with his laptop.

“Cooking?”

“Can you cook?”

“You’re about to find out,” I smirked.

“If you need help call me.”
He grabbed one bottle of water and sat at the island and got busy on his laptop.

“I won’t need your help.”
I said looking over my shoulder at him.

I played my favourite songs from my phone and hummed as I cooked, I would move my body to the beat when it gets to my best song.

So, the plan was to come here and know his reason for ruining my life and I have stayed with him for over a month; I miss my family but I can’t go back to them. I know Tristan had a lot going on and he wasn’t worth my kindness. I only hope he had a good reason for what he did.

I was very careful not to get the hot sauce on me since I was wearing black Nike shorts and a purple loosed Tee. I turned off the electronic cooktop and poured the spaghetti into a stainless steel sieve.

Oh baby, baby….look what you made me do…I’m with somebody new…

I screamed the lyrics using the spoon as my mic, I heard Tristan laugh but when I turned around he was so engrossed in his laptop.

I’m dancing with a stranger…dancing with a stranger.

I picked one knlfe and chopped the carrot, the knlfe slipped from my hand when I tried to dance to the ending of the song.

“Ouch!”
I groaned when it made contact with my right thigh leaving a cut.

“Sht!”
I stared at the blood that slid down my skin, thank God it wasn’t a deep cut.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“It was an accident.”
He searched the cabinet and brought out the first aid kit.

“Let me take a look at it.”
He took my hand and led me to the living room.

I sat on the sofa and he knelt down between my legs, he brought out the cotton wool and a small bottle.

“This is what you get for being clumsy.”

“I’m not clumsy, the knlfe slipped from my hand while I was dancing.”
I defended myself.

I closed my legs when he brought the soaked cotton wool to the wound.

“Stay still.”
He gripped my thigh with his free hand and pushed my legs apart, I held my breath and closed my eyes ready to welcome the pain.

I winced immediately it made contact with the cut, the pain shot through every part of my body. I tried to close my legs but he increased his hold on my thigh.

I threw my head back in pain biting on my lower lip, I groaned and bit my lip harder like it could stop the pain.

The pain subsided as I felt the warm air on my skin. I opened my eyes and saw him blowing warm air on the cut, the way his lips formed a circle and how dangerously close it was to my skin sent a weird sensation through my body.

The only thing I could think about was his hand on my thigh and his lips close to my skin, the kss from last time replayed in my head. I shouldn’t be thinking about this, he was the reason I was thrown out of my house and dumped by my boyfriend.

But I couldn’t help the urge to feel his lips and hands on me, I looked away when he withdrew. He applied an ointment that made the wound hurt more, I groaned biting on my lower lip.

He stopped and I looked at him only to find him staring at my lip that I still had between my teeth, his Adam apple bobbed and he had the same look in his eyes from our last kss.

“Are you done?”
I asked almost breathlessly, the tension here was killing me.

“Yeah, let me put the band-aid.”
I nodded, he put it gently and stood upright on his knees. He eyes stared at my face then raked down to my lips and to my neck, that only set flre in my bo dy.

He drew closer between my legs running his hand smoothly up my thlgh to the hem of my shorts.

My heart was thumping against my chest as he drew closer, he wrapped his hands around the back of my knees and pulled me closer till I was at the end of the seat.

He leaned closer to my lips, I gasped immediately our lips touched, it started softly but got intense as he found his way into my mouth.

I gripped the seat tightly returning every kss, he ran his fingers through my hair. My legs curled on the floor from the sweet feeling.

Suddenly he pulled away like I burned him, I saw fear in his eyes. He stepped away from me like I had some kind of contagious disease, he shook his head frantically as he sat on the floor.

“Tristan?”
I called crawling slowly to where he was, he gripped his front hair and buried his face in his palms.

“Tristan, what’s wrong?”

“Call Adrian.”
He was sweating.

“Can I help?”

“I said call Adrian!!!”
I flinched from his tone, I stood up and ran to get my phone. Adrian picked on the second ring.

“Hey, Chloe.”

“Adrian, you need to come here quickly, something is wrong with Tristan.”

“Okay, stay calm and keep an eye on him, I will be there in five minutes.”

“Please hurry.”
I sat next to him on the floor, he was quiet but he was sweating and his hands were shaking, I didn’t know what to do to help.

Adrian arrived with an older man, he was wearing a turtleneck shirt and black pants, his dark hair was brushed back.

They both walked to where he was and helped him up then took him upstairs to his room. Adrian stopped me when I tried to enter the room.

“Stay in your room, the Doctor will make sure he is ok.”

“No, I want to know what’s wrong with him!”
I tried to force my way in but he held me back.

“He will be fine, Chloe.”

“I want to know what’s going on?”
I almost yelled.

“You’re not helping the situation right now, just wait in your room!”

“When will all this be over? I’m sick of you guys keeping things from me.”

“Please Chloe, wait in your room.”
I glared at him before walking away.

I waited for hours but I didn’t see Adrian, I left my room and paced the front of Tristan’s room.

I got tired and sat on the stairs, I yawned as I felt sleepy, I never got to cook my pasta. I stood up immediately the door opened, Adrian walked out alone.

“How is he?”

“He is sleeping and he is okay now.”

“What about the Doctor?”

“He left an hour ago.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now or till I throw a tantrum?”

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to tell you this, Tristan has PTSD. He has been fighting it for years, that’s all you need to know.”

PTSD-post-traumatic stress disorder.

I was still taking in what he said, I wondered what traumatic event he went through.

“You should go to bed, it’s almost 2 am. Call me if anything comes up.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I was tempted to open his room and peep, I fought it and went to my room.
I went to sleep quicker than I expected

A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20

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