Grace
“ Your home? What do you mean by your home, Mr. Roberto? ” My mouth dries.
“ My home means my home. The place where I live? ” He replies, with his eyes closed.
My jaw drops. Is he serious? Or is he being sarcastic?
For a few moments, I stare at him, completely confused and stunned out of my mind.
“ I don’t understand. ” I whisper, folding my arms across my chest.
“ You will be safer in my house than anywhere in the world. Ethan can’t come for you there like he came barging into the penthouse. ” He states as a matter of fact.
A lump forms in my throat. The memory of finding Ethan in the room flashes across my mind again. It was terrible, to know that I couldn’t fight him and he just took me with him so easily.
Closing my mouth, I turn away from Tristin and rest my forehead against the cold window. My fingers clench as I find myself at the crossroads again.
How can I trust a stranger?
What if he does something to me now that he knows no one will come to save me?
How can I be in a close space with him alone?
“ I am not taking you to some secluded island. ” Tristin says.
My eyes widen. Can he read my mind or what?
“ What is that supposed to mean? ” I murmur under my cold breath.
“ My mother and sister live with me. You should know if this information makes you feel at ease. You will not be alone with me. ” His voice is warm, for some reason.
And it puts my nerves at ease.
My taut muscles loosen. My heartbeat slows down. And my hands stop trembling.
I cast him a glance. He still has his eyes closed, but he looks alert. The muscles under that wet shirt are rigid and tense, and his lips are firmly pressed together.
“ I know…you… ” I whisper, before pausing.
“ You should finish what you start. ” He whispers hoarsely.
“ I know you want something else from me, Mr. Roberto. It can’t be just about getting me to work with you. I am no gem for you like you want me to believe. ” I tell him honestly.
The lazy corner of his mouth curls into a sinister smirk. My heart misses a beat as I tuck a strand of wet hair behind my ear.
“ But…I don’t care. You came for me when I couldn’t rely on anyone else. ” My eyes grow moist. “ …I will remember it forever. And if it helps…You can use me for whatever vengeance you seek. ”
The corners of his lips drop. I take in a deep breath and look at my hands.
“ Thank you…Tristin. ”
When I pick up my head, his eyes open and find mine. My cheeks warm up at the little eye contact before I look away to avoid him.
The side of my head burns under his scrutinizing stare, but I don’t look at him again. He makes me feel like I am exposed, like he is a person who knows everything about me—my flaws, my memories, my plans. It makes me uncomfortable.
The rest of the way I stay silent and keep my eyes on the road. The car drives into a luxurious neighborhood, the Platinum Hills. I am surprised to find the car rolling inside smoothly as the gates open.
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