All Chapters of His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

All through work, I could not stop fuming at my computer, my face set in a perpetual scowl so that when a coworker came to ask if I could help her work on something, she turned back abruptly and said that she was sorry to have bothered.I hated the way that Tristan made me feel. He was able to, in the single moment, turn me from his most prized possession in the universe into the very bane of his existence.He made it so difficult for me—made it difficult for me to love him. And I hated most of all, the fact that I was sometimes unable to do anything about it. Tristan was strong—impressively so. And beautiful and had a savage grace about him that I could neither compare nor compete with. Not that I wanted to, anyway. I was more than fine with him being the big bad wolf in our relationship, but sometimes…I furrowed my brows and stared at my computer like I could murder it. I stayed this way until the close of work.I waited until I was sure that everyone else had left, hoping that Adr

Tristan was silent all through the ride.His body was a tightly-contained ball of energy that I didn’t want to mess with in my wildest imaginations, and yet, I saw myself moving closer to him, inching to be near him… wanting to feel his heat.“Tristan—” I started, but he looked straight on ahead, the direct fierceness of his gaze shutting me up.Adam was driving steadily, his speed not dipping or exceeding. I pushed myself back in my chair, hoping I could get sucked in and maybe disappear.At some point, I muttered under my breath, “I’d like to get off, please.”Adam continued driving as though he hadn’t heard me. I knew that he only took orders directly from Tristan himself, but a part of me still hoped. “Adam, I’d like to get off, please. Can you stop the car?”Adam sighed and looked me in the rearview mirror. His gaze shifted to Tristan’s impassive face and saying nothing, Adam continued driving.I reached out a hand for the lock, but it was immediately seized by Tristan, the crush

The minute I woke up, I knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t because of the many times that my phone buzzed before I picked it up. It wasn’t because of the fact that Tristan had gotten out of bed with all of the composure of a mad man, nor was it because he left, scowling at me.No, it was because of the deadly chill that pervaded every single area of the room where I was, seeping into my bones with even far greater potency than the shock I had experienced yesterday.I got out of bed. It had happened again.The first thing I saw when I unlocked my phone was the pop-up glaring from the top of my screen.I swallowed my apprehension and clicked on the thread and a site popped up immediately. There was another picture of Tristan and I, splayed across the entire screen. I gaped, because we were kissing in the picture. Except…It was more recent—it was a picture taken from the party that Tristan had invited me to last night. I stared with wide-eyed shock at the picture of Tristan and I k

There was barely any time for lunch at all. By the time I got down to ground floor and looked at my watch, I saw that I had only thirty minutes left. That was barely going to be enough to stay and eat and mull over things like I really wanted to, so I simply took a walk to a deli nearby and hovered at the desk.“Welcome to Yoroshiku!” piped an eager attendant. “Can I take your order?”I stared up at him. I wasn’t sure why I did it, but it couldn’t have been because he had an easy smile. He was dressed in a smart T-shirt that properly encircled his arms, showing off bulging muscles and boasting an impressive gym time, and he had on a baseball cap.“Hey, buddy,” he said to snap me out of my fugue. “You making an order? This is rush hour for us.”“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stumbled over my words. “I’ll get a… whatever you’re having.”“I don’t eat on the job.” He folded his arms.“Oh, right. Uh… what’s on the house?”The man looked at me like I had gone out of my mind, something mixed in there wi

I looked to Tristan, saw the sincerity in his eyes and just how much emotion had been wrapped in his words, and I felt something in my chest for this man. I gave him a gentle smile and stepped away from the door, moving to his side.“Of course.”Dinner was brought up to us, and I was glad that the house staff had taken into consideration the fact that I had also not eaten. It was a light dinner, but a full spread nonetheless, and I found myself digging into the food with such hearty lightness that I had not felt in a few days now.“Don’t leave,” Tristan murmured after a spoonful of soup.I looked up at him. We were seated on the bed, beside each other as we ate from the singular table before us.“I know you want to,” Tristan continued. “Don’t. Stay here tonight. Stay here every night.”“Tristan—”“Don’t argue. You’ve got nowhere else to go, and you’d be plain out of your mind if you think I’m going to let you go back to that ratty motel.”I hadn’t even been thinking of going back to t