Page 43 of Lost in Her
As I start to look around the room, I see there are candles lit everywhere, a floor-to-ceiling window looking out at the city, and the floor is black marble, keeping with the theme of the ceiling.
I slowly sit up and rest my back against the bed frame.
I feel my heart racing as I continue to look around.I look down at my body and see that my clothes have been changed.I’m wearing a black silk nightgown.The black silk sheets are covering me up to my waist.
“You have been out for a few hours,” a man states from the corner of the room.
My eyes lock on him.He is sitting back in a chair, his leg resting across his other leg, hands on the chair arms.His breathing is steady and even.I can tell from here that is wearing all black.
His eyes are dark blue and locked on me as I take another deep breath.I would know those eyes anywhere.“Tristan,” I whisper in a shaking voice.
He leans forward allowing me to finally see his face.His hair is slicked back.showing off his beautiful face.
His shirt sleeves are rolled up past his elbows to show some of his tattoos.
“Hey, babe.”
I watch him get up from the chair and quickly close the distance between us.He is confident as he makes his way across the room.
I want to move so fucking badly, but I can’t—my body is not letting me.All I can do is lay here and watch him take a seat next to me on the edge of the bed.
I can see the side of his face as he looks at the wall.“I never wanted it to be like this, babe.”He is whispering so softly I forget for a moment who I am talking to.
“What are you going to do to me?”I have been underneath him.I have felt what his hands can do.The only thing this man has ever done is make me scream in pain.And he has enjoyed every minute of it.
Tristan has come to my father’s studio for years, putting his hands on me, whispering things into my ear, making me scream and bleed.And now that he has me, I have no idea what he’s going to do to me because whatever it is, now that there are no rules, I can tell that it is going to hurt.
This man doesn’t know any different.Pain and pleasure is what he wants to give me, even if I don’t want it.He doesn’t care.He has made that clear over the years.
He slowly turns and looks at me.He lifts his hand and gently places it on the side of my face.I can feel my entire body stiffen underneath his touch.He keeps his eyes locked on me, keeping me frozen in place
“I am going to love you,” he whispers in a pained soft voice.
His words make my heart sink.His words take me off guard and confuse me.I think to him that word means different things.I have felt his love.And I don’t want it.I don’t want to be his plaything.
“You hurt me,” I say softly, feeling the tears start to build in my eyes.
“I know.And for that I am sorry.Just ...with you, it’s hard controlling myself.”He speaks with regret and remorse, which I have never heard from him before.
“Where is Ethan?” I ask and as soon as I do I regret asking.
He drops his hand from my face and takes a deep breath.There is no rage in his eyes with my question, only irritation.
“I don’t know.”His voice is soft, a lot softer than I thought it would be.My mentioning Ethan’s name doesn’t even seem to affect him.
“But Oliver—” I stop as his words sink in.What does he mean he doesn’t know?
He drops his hand from my face, the warmth leaving with him.He has always had his warm moments, but most of our time together has been ice cold.He has a temper that I don’t want to see again.He has possessive and controlling behaviors I have seen firsthand.What he wants I can’t give him.And, honestly, I don’t even completely know what he wants from me.“Oliver works for me, babe.He was my inside man the whole time.”Tristan’s eyes are looking right through me.
I feel even more naked and vulnerable beneath his stare.
“What?”I ask, feeling my heart drop into my stomach.
He slowly nods, allowing a smile to form across his face.
“I planted him right where I needed him.It was all a game.And your boy Ethan didn’t stand a chance against me,” Tristan whispers, making chills go down my spine.
I shake my head and close my eyes.This is a dream, just a bad dream.I need to wake up.I need to wake up.
