7. Lydia Melton

After a year in the human world, Tristan did not believe he would finally see the woman with the glowing eyes. He began to look carefully at her from her red hair to her forehead then to her pointed nose, to her high proud cheek bone and then to her lips.

The moment his eyes landed on her lips, she parted them and he cursed mentally. He took his eyes off her lips and looked back at her eyes and it glowed again. 

It was just as the Moon goddess had told him. He would feel an instant connection the moment he saw her.

"Excuse you?" The lady voice snapped Tristan out of his thoughts with her calm and soothing tones that sent a jolt of electricity down his spine.

"Oh I'm sorry," Tristan said.

"It's fine. I get men can't take their eyes off me. It's normal but you were staring too much Tristan," she said, calling his name.

"How...how do you know my name?" He was surprised as he never introduced himself.

She let out a small laugh. "Everyone knows your name Tristan Stone," she said, making emphasis of his name and surname and then it dawned on  him the popularity of Tristan Stone.

Tristan Stone is a very successful and lovable mam and sometimes the love he receives from people amazes him too much as he has never felt that kind of love and attention before.

All he ever received was hate and scorn.

"I see," he nodded his head.

The bar man came back and gave the young lady her drink.

"What is your name and that is if you do not mind telling me," Tristan asked after a while. The joy he felt seeing the woman who would break his curse was great.

Months passed and yet he saw no one and every time a new month began, his heart would race faster than normal as he felt the moon goodness was punishing him.

"Lydia. Lydia Melton," she introduced herself, showing her pearly white teeth that made Tristan heart flip.

He sucked on his breath as he stared at her lips, they were attractive and the colour red suited them so perfectly.

"If you don't mind," Tristan stretched his hands forth to get her hand so he could kiss the back of her hand and she gave him without hesitation.

A smile formed on his face the moment he held her hands.

They were soft and delicate and he didn't feel like letting go of her hands. He placed a small lingering kiss at the back of her palm before letting them go.

"Nice knowing you Lydia Melton," he said to her.

"I'm quite famous myself but it's okay if you don't really know me," she let out a small laugh.

"Lydia Melton? So tell me, what do you do?" He asked.

Communication as Tristan Stone has never been a problem for Tristan before. In fact it was the easiest thing he could do.

"I am a super model. I don't really talk much about myself so why don't you g****e it and see for yourself?" Her brows rose up slightly.

Tristan curled his lips to the side, taken aback by her reply. He leaned closer to her, "Why don't you save me the stress and help me get to know you better, what do you think?" He asked.

Lydia snapped her finger for the attention of the barman. "Another shot please," she said, quickly downing the one in her cup and giving it back to the bar man.

"I must say, I am quite honoured to be speaking to Tristan Stone and not just that, he is literally asking to know me." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

She cleared and throat and adjusted herself on the stool so that she could be looking at him while she spoke. "Let's do it this way, I tell you about myself and you tell me about yourself in return? Deal?" She asked and a lopsided grin formed on his face as response.

"I'm a supermodel. I'm twenty six years old and I am an orphan," she shrugged. "That's all there is to know for now. So tell me Tristan, how about you?"

"I'm sure you know a lot about me but not wanting to be rude to a beautiful lady like you, I will tell you," he said and she rolled her eyes playfully.

"That's cheesy and I will take the compliment," she smiled.

Each time Tristan looked into her eyes, they glowed and shivers continuously ran down his spine. He could tell she was definitely different. He had met many females in the past but has never felt this much strong connection with them.

Just when he was starting to lose hope, she appeared right in front of him. He could bet she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and he didn't try hiding that he was ogling over her.

"I would love to skip the name part but I won't. My name is Tristan Stone, many know me as one of the most successful bachelors and also the biggest playful but I am definitely more than what they describe me," he said to her.

"So you are denying not being a playboy? You are seeing different women everyday and different hotel rooms so how do you defend that?" She asked.

The barman came back with Lydia's  shot and she shook her head as he took a long time to bring back her shot.

"Well, I cannot control what the people see and I'm sure you understand how the media works. Anything to keep them busy and fetch them money. They literally stalk me and as a businessman, it's inevitable. I won't be surprised if someone actually takes a picture of me talking to you and makes a serious headline about it tomorrow," Tristan said and Lydia nodded her head.

"That's the media for you but then again, if you are not a playboy as you say, prove it to me," she said, boring into his eyes.

"With pleasure," he replied.