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Chapter 2

Tristan

I headed back home. The events of today occupied my mind during the whole journey. But one corner of my mind was still thinking about Nikki and her message to Carrie.
Just how could she do this to me?

“Did you find my cell?”

Nikki was already sitting on the couch. She must have entered through the back window. I was shocked to see her in the late afternoon.

Looking in her sparkling blue eyes, I felt like being at the ocean, looking at my own life. It brought a calmness over my mind. “I did.”

She looked calm to me, but looking at her after we’d had sex changed many things for me. Definitely she wasn’t the fuck-and-forget type of girl. Actually, I was trying to avoid sleeping with her and I understood why.

Damn it, it’s getting so complicated. I want to ask her about the message and I’m drowning in her blue eyes again.

“Can I have it back?” she asked, smiling at me, her eyes clear of any confusion.

She was more than a one-night stand for me. I was searching for something deeper in her. I was looking forward to knowing her, understanding her. But then the message? It threatened to destroy everything between us.

I needed answers from her and I kept searching in her blue puppy eyes. But every time, I only found a hint of mystery, a deep pain, a secret which she was hiding from everyone. What it could be? A broken past? Family issues? Why did she want to learn fighting? And why did she sleep with me? I tried to find everything there, but her eyes remained calm as the middle of the ocean.

Her eyes flicked toward my hands. “Hey, Tristan, what happened to your hand?” she stood and came forward. ”What happened?” I thought saw some ripple of disturbance in her eyes; she was little unsettled by looking at my hand.

“Do you even care?” I asked, bringing as much rudeness as I could to my voice.

“Why are you saying that? I don’t want any complications between us, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you.” She came closer.“ Tell me what happened? How did you get injured in first the place?”

I opened her cell phone and opened the message she’d sent to Carrie. “Care to explain this first?” My head was at the boiling point. I wasn’t sure, though, who I was more frustrated with, myself or her?

Her seductive eyes closed and opened quickly as she read through the message. And then she looked at me and giggled hard.

“What so funny in that, Nikki?” I held her shoulder,” Is this a joke for you?”

“Are you worried because of this?” she said, without a single hiccup in her voice.

“What did she mean by a plan?...” I breathed hard. “I think you owe me an explanation here.”

“No plan, dear. She bet me that you wouldn’t train me. And I said I would do anything to train with you. Anything.....” She winked her eye.

“What do you mean by anything, Nikki?” My heart was on fire. I was feeling sick of her attitude.

“It’s not what you think.” She looked away. ”Just remember that you mess up sometime and say things you don’t intend to say. I don’t have any plan and I’m not evil, here.”

I held her by her shoulder and turned her face to look in her eyes.“By anything, did you mean sleeping with me?” I was hurt by her answer. The passion we had shared last night was all gone from her eyes. She stood there, her eyes a cold blue.

“No, I didn’t mean that. She just misinterpreted that. Please trust me on this one.” She sounded dull and lifeless.

“I don’t know, Nikki, what it was last night, but you are making things way more complicated than they should be.” I knew I wanted something more from her, but things were looking so messy.

“Let’s just clear up one thing. Sex doesn’t come between our training. I’m here to train with you, and sex is just an added bonus.” She looked determined. “Am I clear? We can start training…what happened to your hand, Tristan?” She quickly came forward and held my palm to look at it.

She was right, we didn’t sign up all this with sex in mind. I should help her train to her goal.”I don’t think I can help you with the training today.” I showed her my injured hand again.

“Don’t be crazy, training can wait. About that, how did you get hurt?” She again sounded worried.

Oh, God, why is she so complicated? Why am I so stuck on her.

Nikki

He showed me his injured hand. My heart felt a twitch. I didn’t know how he had gotten that one in the first place, but I didn’t feel neutral about it; my heart was actually worrying about him.

“About that, how did you get hurt?” I was worried about him. My voice lowered automatically, but I was trying hard to not show any concern in my voice. I didn’t want any more complications added to what we had going on.

“Do you remember Trisha from my bookstore?” He looked at me and then something happened—he stumbled back and fell straight to the couch, “Sorry, I’m feeling little weak. Must be the blood loss.”

Suddenly, my heart drowned as I saw him in pain.
What’s happening to me?
It was hard to see him suffering like that.
What am I thinking? Why am I worrying so much about him?
I couldn’t understand what was going inside my mind. It was strange, and I struggled to keep my thoughts straight. My mind was going back to him again and again.
Am I getting emotionally involved in him?
No, that can’t happen.

I wanted his help to get Stephen back, and I didn’t want any emotional attachment to him, but after last night things were turning bizarre. Yes, it was some of the best sex I had had in my life, but these overwhelming emotions? Where were they coming from?

“You’d better get some rest, Tristan...” I looked at him as he relaxed his head on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.  “Have you eaten anything? I don’t think you have..Let me cook something for you.”

Without waiting for his answer, I went ahead to his kitchen. But hell, the refrigerator was empty. I walked out of his house to a nearby shop and bought some bread, cheese and eggs. That was the easiest and quickest option I had at that time. I didn’t know why I did all those things, but a fire was burning in my heart, a fire to ease his pain.

After fifteen minutes, I placed the dish with scrambled eggs and cheese in front of him.

“Come on...” I shook his shoulder.“Eat something, you’ll feel better.”

“Thanks...” he said, slowly opening his eyes.

“First eat something, then we will talk.” I watched him finishing the food like a hungry animal. “When did you eat last?”

“L...last night.” He sounded funny as he tried to talk while eating.

”Relax. Eat first, then tell me the story.” His arm was bandaged properly so he must have gotten medical attention.

“Do you remember Trisha from my bookstore?” he asked, after finishing the water I had given him along with the food.

A petite, sweet blonde came live in front of my eyes, but I couldn't remember her face completely. “In fact, only somewhat.”

“She was in trouble. Her mother is in the hospital and her cousin beat her for money. This had been going on for couple of weeks so I went there to teach him a lesson and this happened. Just a gash from kitchen knife, nothing to worry about.”He took a breath and sipped some water.” We called the cops.”

“And you get stabbed in the process.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was telling me everything like nothing big had happened. It was so frustrating. He was stabbed in his arm and he was saying it was nothing to worry about.
Cool down, Nikki, cook down.
I breathed hard to control myself. “How deep is the cut?”

“It’s not much, just some blood loss. I think we can start training again tomorrow.” He looked in my eyes; his deep, black eyes had pain buried in them. I felt like the pain was touching my core, something flowing through his eyes into mine.

“I’m not starting until you get well. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why didn’t you help me when we first met? I was desperate for your help.”

He looked away. “It wasn’t like I didn’t want to help you. But I learned a long time ago that every battle is not my battle.”

“Then why did you help Trisha?” He was making no sense to me.

“Because she is family.”

“Family … as in?”

“She and other people working in my book store chain are like family to me, the only family I have. And I’ll protect them as much as I can.” He sounded determined. Another layer of him opened in front of me. “Does it matter to you? Are you angry at me for not helping you that day?”

“No...nothing like that. Let’s not bring our personal matters into this. I hope you can do that.” I

“Yes, I can and I will. You can be fully assured of that from my side,” he said.

I wondered if he really meant what he said.

Chapter 3

Nikki

“Errr, Where have you been for the last week? No calls, no meet-ups,” Carrie asked in annoyance the moment she entered my room.

“I was busy with some important work,” I replied. I knew she was going to tear my reply down soon.

“By something you mean entertaining Tristan?” She gave me a malicious smile to make it sound more dirty. She opened my refrigerator to take out the wine I always had there. She prepared one glass for herself and gave another to me. “I bet he must be over-satisfied by your moves by now.”

I threw a pillow at her. “You jerk. I wasn’t giving him lap dance. I was working my ass off in training.”

“And after that? Did you work it more? For your toy?” She winked, still with a dirty smile.

“He is not my toy, Carrie.” I clenched my teeth together. It was three days ago I’d slept with him, but we were not training because of his injury.

“You can’t fool me, Nikki,” Carrie said and suddenly, she became serious.“I know how painful it is to be away from your own son. And I appreciate what you are doing to get him back. And it’s a good plan.” Carrie took a sip from her glass.

“Thanks for being there, but it’s not the plan I’m concerned about. It’s something else.” I stared at the glass in my hand.

“Can you elaborate?”

“You know I slept with him.”

“And that was your plan.”

“That was, but now it’s turning into a nightmare for me.”

“Why?” Her eyebrows raised quickly. “Is he forcing you into something else? Is he a jerk we hadn’t anticipated?”

“No,” I forced myself to say. “He is a very gentle man, the most gentle I’ve seen in my life. He is caring and has a very good heart.”

“Hmm, but you’ve only known him for the last few weeks and you are already praising for him.” She gave me a smirk, one eyebrow raised.

I ignored it. “I think there is something going on in his mind. He didn’t say anything, but his actions are more sensual.”

“What do you mean by sensual? Don’t tell me he is asking for more than this. You can’t get involved emotionally.”

“No, he isn’t. But...”I couldn’t explain it in words. A different vibe of emotions had occupied my mind from last few days and I didn’t like that.

She stood and held my shoulders in disbelief. “Is it you, then? Don’t tell me, girl, that it’s you who wants more from this relationship?”

“I don’t know. I am definitely not looking for anything complex out of this...” I sighed,” but it’s this strange feeling I’m getting after seeing him injured. It’s different, I started caring for him. I just don’t understand what is happening with me.“I held my head in my palms. “My focus is Stephen and I will do whatever it takes to get him back.”

Carrie half-hugged me.“Focus on your goal, Nikki. It’s been a long time since you had such a close physical contact with anyone. I know it’s just the affection, don’t give in to it. Get trained, make him help you in your mission and live happily with Stephen.”

“I’m hoping only for that.” I looked outside of the window. The future held many answers I wanted, but they all looked impossible from there.

***

Few days had passed, and I was again standing in front of Tristan’s house. Due to his injury and some tax work, we couldn’t meet or do the training. Finally, he got some time and we agreed to meet again. The only positive thing that had happened was that I continued training myself at home, and now I could do fifty push-ups without taking a break. It was a big achievement for me, and I was very proud of myself, after all.

He opened the door without needing me to ring the bell.

“Good evening.” He greeted me with a smile, his long hair tied with into pony tail, his eyes smiling with stars. And then I noticed how much more handsome he looked. He’d shaved his beard. His scar was a little more visible, but that added to his raw, handsome look. On top of that, he was bare-chested. His muscles were popping out, calling for my touch. I remembered the moments we’d spent together.
That was the best sex, for sure.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, “Could you see through the door?”

“What?” His face radiated the question.

“You're looking beautiful today and you can see through the door. Are you a fairy?”

“Beautiful? Did you mean handsome?” His face twisted.

“No, I mean beautiful. Your long hair, clean-shaved look. You are looking so beautiful. And above that, you could see me through the closed door.” I giggled.

“You moron.”He gave me a fake angry look and then chuckled. “Anyway, I don’t think I’m ready for training yet. But you can use my training room and I’ll watch you while enjoying whiskey.” He gave me a wicked smile.

“You jerk. You want to see me moving my ass in front of you, right?” I was actually excited to see him getting seduced by my ass.

He walked a few feet backward. “I can’t deny it.” He winked. “It’s a beautiful asset, round and cushy.” He chuckled.

I ran to him and hit him on his chest. He caught my hand and pulled me in his embrace.

“What’s your plan?” I asked, the male scent of his bare body arousing me.

“To watch you moving...” He grinned.

“I won’t allow you to. I’m going to enjoy the whiskey with you.” I knew what I wanted; seeing him close crushed my desire to train; the only desire I had alive was to have him, enjoy him, touch him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and I wasn’t going to miss the chance.

“I’m fine with that.” He went inside the kitchen and came back with a tray with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, half filled. “How do you like it? Soda or just ice?”

“Neat” I pushed my hair back and put a clip on it.

“Let’s go pool side.” He walked outside of the house; I followed him, watching him move like a Greek god.

His house had a small pool; even my bedroom was bigger than that one, but he had a great view from there. The backside of the house was different, free from any concrete jungle. A dense pack of trees covered the whole area. I couldn’t identify what was there at the end of those trees. A path was going through his patio to somewhere between the trees.

“Where does this path go?”

“To heaven?”

“What would it take for you to give me a straight answer,” I asked, a little annoyed.

“I mean it. I’ll take you there someday if you want.”

I looked at the glasses and sighed, “Okay, maybe some other day.”

We enjoyed four glasses of whiskey, silently looking at the trees. I could see myself as a child playing with a doll around a tree. That brought up many memories from deep down in my heart. After four glasses and two silent hours, I looked back at him.

“What did you find in the trees?” he asked, still looking at the trees.

“Old...” Emotions flooded my throat and I couldn’t complete my sentence.” Old me. What did you find there?”

“A journey of struggle.” He sighed.

"I want to swim in your little tank." I looked at the pool and an idea struck my mind.

"It's not as little as you think," he replied, while smiling mischievously.

"Are you sure about your wound, though?"

"Yes, I'm doing fine and they have provided me waterproof bandages, so no issue in doing some freestyle stretching." His eyes were studying my body and kissing all the curves. And I liked it. It had been almost a year since someone gazed at me like that, we had sex last week, but we didn't have much time to look at each other like that.

"Skinny-dipping, then." I pointed towards the back of his house. I was exited to enter the water and the most attractive thing was him; he was going to dive with me.

"It's a little deeper than you think, so be careful." His eyes still roamed around my body like a lion watching every movement of his prey.

"Don't worry, I was champion of my school in swimming."

"I'm watching out for you," he replied, "And I wouldn't restrain you." His eyes glistered in the light.

"That sounds a little kinky."

"I don't mind if you are into that kind of thing," he grinned.

"I don't know what kinds of things I'm into." I walked to him, body humming, desire flowing through my veins as my fingers trailed down Tristan's rock-hard chest, feeling the outline of his muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. "What about bondage?" I pressed my hand on his pectoral muscle, sighing as I dug my fingers into his hot flesh.

"I think you are drunk and you should go home," he said, looking at my cleavage.

"I want to play with you right now," I said without hesitation. Whiskey was working on my brain.

"You play with me." His hand covered mine, pressing my hand closer to his heart, sending the awareness through my veins, "You played nice last time." His eyes sparkled with a dark lust. "You know what I mean." He came closer; his hands dropped to my hips, pulling me closer to him.

I felt dizzy with more intense waves of desire. I could feel my nipples pulled tight inside my bra and my entire body ached for Tristan to touch me, hold me, squeeze me tight. I wanted his mouth on me, his hands everywhere and anywhere. I walked away with an overwhelming sensation of desire.

"Where are you going?"

"Skinning deep in your pool."

"Don't … you are drunk. You’ll drown."

"I swim like a fish, Mr. Scott. You don't have to worry so much about me." I giggled at his image of me drowning in his little pool.

"At least you drink like one." His smile widened as he flashed his teeth's to me.

"Believe it," I said as my hands reach for the bottom of my t-shirt to pull it off. A thrill rushed through my body as I tossed it at him.

He caught it and threw it away.

"Nice catch," I said.

"I don't believe I'm saying this, but stop taking your clothes off. Tomorrow I don't want you saying that I took advantage of a drunk girl." His voice was a little naughty and his eyes full of desire.

"I see." I stepped out of my shorts and then unhooked my bra. "Now you have to take advantage of me." I tossed by bra on a chair.

I looked deep in his endless eyes as I tossed my bra on the chair. It was almost dark, but still I could read the hunger in his eyes. He was set for my adventure in the pool. "Come on and swim with me, I dare you." I teased him more. I turned and strolled into the water, hoping that Tristan would follow.

Tristan

I was paralyzed by the sight of Nikki dropping into the water in nothing but a G-string. I'd seen her naked once before, but looking at the curves entering the water was like seeing a sex goddess. My already aching body throbbed to go and wrap her against me.
Damn, she is driving me crazy with her body.

You are beautiful, nah, mesmerizing. I
couldn't find the words to describe her perfectly. I stripped my t-shirt and shorts and went in behind her. I could feel the hunger pumping through my veins as I entered the cold water. For a second, the chilly water defused the situation, but then Nikki turned to me and my flagging erection rallied with the enthusiasm of a long-benched football player being called on the field.

She was wading in the pool, deep enough that water was lapping to her breasts, making it impossible for me to keep my eyes off her round orbs.
Who the hell wants to look away, anyways?
She was a D cup or may be double D, and I knew she'd feel perfectly full and heavy in my hands. I was already imagining squeezing them in my palms, her nipples tightening as I brush my thumb across her tips, making her moan my name.

But then she wanted to keep this all formal and out of the training. What if I wanted more from her? She would just break my heart. Smartest was to stay away from her and forget about her full, lush lips, her sparkling blue eyes, and irresistible, lovely breasts.

"You are drunk, Nikki, and I might just kiss you if you keep looking at me like that," I said while melting in her ocean eyes.

"Then why don't you try one?" She stepped closer to me, lifting her damp finger to trace an imaginary line over my shoulder to the center of my chest. My nipples prickled with her touch.“I'm practically naked .Oh, wait a second." She bent down in the water and after a second she raised her hand with her soaking wet g-string, "Now I'm completely naked," she said in a voice so sexy that I felt like her tongue licked all the way to my cock from my belly. "And willingly ready for you," she whispered in my ear while brushing her lips over it.

I swallowed hard, keeping myself in control, though. It was getting more impossible moment by moment.
Fuck you, Nikki Jordan.
Damn, wasn't that I wanted at that moment?

She moved away from me and I sighed in relief.

"I expected a lot more from you, considering what you did with me a couple of days ago." Her eyes pierced my heart, putting it on fire. "Geez, don't you want to touch me here?" She pushed her hands way down, starting from her firm breasts to her soft wet belly and further down.