Chapter Thirteen
Tristan
Jesus Christ…
What the hell did I just do?
Holy fucking hell.
I walk down the corridor and stop at the end near the window where I can get some air.
Since it’s only cracked, I swing it all the way open and press my hands on the ledge.
I hang my head down in shame. I’m a fucking asshole. Just now I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. The way I took Isabella, with that ruthless savagery, was exactly how I wanted to take her and when it came to it, I never even tried to resist.
She told me I thought of her as nothing, a thing, and it made me snap.
She can call me whatever she wants and tell me she hates me, but I couldn’t allow her to think I thought of her as nothing.
It’s a juxtapose of shit I can’t explain. How the fuck would I begin to explain that to anybody if they found out I had sex with her?
Thank fuck only I have access to the camera in her room.
Just like when I changed her clothes in the back of the truck, I didn’t want anybody else to see her.
I bring my hand to my head and breathe out a ragged breath. No one could have seen me, but I know I slept with her. How could I do that? She’s my enemy’s daughter.
If I were a different type of monster, the kind she accused me of being, I would have taken her body as payment and killed her already.
“Hey, you okay?” Candace asks.
The sound of her voice catches me by surprise, and I snap around to face her, hoping I don’t look guilty.
“Yeah fine.”
“What was she like today?” she asks glancing down the hall.
“The same. Not cooperative.”
“Maybe I could bring her food sometime?” she offers.
“Yeah. I’ll let you know when the time is right.” I don’t think it’s now. I’m running out of ideas and losing my focus. I need to think of something that will work. Something that doesn’t involve fucking.
“Okay cool. I’m gonna go for a walk. It’s a nice day. Let me know if you need me,” she says.
“Sure.”
I watch her go and I glance back down the corridor wondering what my little captive is thinking now.
I wonder if she’s as confused as me.
It doesn’t matter. What happened just now can’t happen again.
I need to get my act together. Next time I see her I have to reestablish that fear.
I mustn’t let her know how much I want her. That is a weakness I can’t afford. Especially when I still think she’ll lie to me about the whereabouts of her father.
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