CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
POPPY
Laying in Tristan's bed with my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest I stretch my well fucked body. The man is by far one of the most attentive lovers I’ve ever had in my life. He never stops until he knows I've had my fill. I could slip into a sex coma right now I'm so satisfied.
He runs his hand on the side of my shoulder as I cuddle into his side. He's looking up but I notice his eyebrows are furrowed in like they are when he's in deep thought.
"Hey, where are you?" I run my hand over his chest to get him to feel me. Sometimes when he's quiet he ends up reminiscing about the horrible things that Dimitri did to him, I do my best to make sure that I catch him before he gets too deep any time I can.
"Hmm, no I'm here. I was just thinking about something, but I don't know how you're going to feel about it."
I sit up and wait for him to tell me what's on his mind. When he doesn't start talking right away of course my mind instantly thinks it's something bad.
"Tristan, just tell me because my imagination is running away and I'm starting to get anxious."
"No, it's nothing bad, I promise." He sits up letting the sheet drape along his lap. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to come with me to Desiree's engagement party? It's super last minute I know but I'd like you to come, as my girlfriend."
Understanding blossoms in my mind when I hear what he's telling me. He wants to announce their relationship so to speak. Since Tristan and I have been spending so much time together, ew rarely come out of our bubble unless it's time for me to work or if he needs to visit someone in his family. Most of our time is spent in either my bed or his. No one knows that the relationship has taken this turn between him and I.
"Of course, I'd love to go. But... I need to go get something to wear. Which means you're going to have to do something I don't think you want to." I wrinkle up my nose as I know most men have a depo aversion to what I'm going to ask him to do.
"What?"
"You need to come with me shopping."
He groans and falls back on the bed.
"Come on, no time to waste, doesn't it start in like an hour?" Tristan turns in the bed and looks at the clock.
"Shit, your right. I need to get something to wear too. Fuck, come on, I know of a small shop that might have something for both of us to wear."
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Tristan was finished shopping within ten minutes of us coming in the store. He changed and has been sitting there patiently as I go through all the dresses I've pulled of the wrack. I Had my eye set on a muted pink off the shoulder dress but something about it just didn't feel right.
I know that we only have a few more minutes before the car comes to pick us up and take us to the party.
I reach for the one dress I'm sure I'm not going to like it's a bone beige color with a very embellished bodice. There is a high split that would show a ton of my leg, but I don't know if it's too much for the party that we're going to.
"There's no harm in trying it on. " I mutter to myself as I quickly strip out of the dress I had on and slip on the jeweled number.
I stand in the small dressing room for a minute just observing myself in the mirror. It's amazing how different something can look on a hanger than it does on my body. I was sure that it would look too middle school prom, but this dress is hugging every one of my curves just right.
I don't have to wear any jewelry and my hair looks absolutely stunning even with it messy waves. The dress just makes everything look so much better.
Just to make sure I walk out of the dressing room to see what Tristan will say. If he thinks, it's too extravagant I'll go with the pink one.
""So? What do you think?" I twirl slowly showing him the entire dress and when I get back in the position to face him his face is stuck in a her scowl.
Fuck, I don't know what I did but he doesn't look happy.
He stands up and makes his way toward me without saying a word.
"Tristan? What's wrong, I can change if you don't like it." I'm even more confused when he pushes me into the dressing room and shuts the door behind us.
"What the hell are you trying to do to me Poppy." He grunts before he attacks my lips and presses his hard dick against my midsection.
He's turned on, which means he must like the dress. I don't have time to think about someone coming in and hearing us or about getting ready for the party when he slides his hands under the dress through the slit and rips my panties clear off my body.