I find my princess in her favorite room, the library. She is dusting the shelves. As she leans over to move some books, her ass flashes me. No panties. How bold of her.
She is singing as she works, the way her hips move makes me hard just watching. She’d be fit as fuck in my club, but that will never happen. She will never dance for any other man, but she can be MY private dancer.
Sensing my presence, she turns to me with a scowl. Guess she is still pouting over last night.
“Get ready, Cyrus is going to take you to the store.” I pull out my wallet and give her one of my cards. “Buy whatever you need, and stock up on anything we might need to eat too.”
She takes the card and doesn’t utter a word. It pisses me off.
Grabbing her hand softly, I pull it to my mouth and kiss it. “We’ll talk when you get back. And wear your panties. Only one who gets to be around you without them is me.”
“Why? You afraid someone might actually do more than mindfuck me? You didn’t mind your buddies seeing me naked the other night. Why should it matter who sees what I have now?”
“Don’t test me today Isa. It wouldn’t be wise,” I warn as she walks away, flipping me the bird over her shoulder. Part of me wants to go after her and shove her against the wall and pound her smartass hard and fast, but that would set us back further.
I make a few calls and wait for Cy to arrive for Isa. Goldoni is already wanting to make dinner plans for his wife to meet Isabella, I don’t like it. Got a bad feeling about him. Have been feeling this way for a few months. Briggs is watching him and his crew but so far nothing. Might not hurt to pull him from them for a bit and have him keep watch on that Gabe fucker who thinks he can play with what’s mine.
I send him a text detailing what I need him to do. Briggs is a good brother. He never asks any questions he just falls in line and does what he is told. Unlike Isa who just breezed past me in the hall without any panties. I can see through the skirt of her dress, her tan ass shines right through the thin material. I don’t fucking think so.
“Isabella,” I call out. I stop her before she reaches the front door.
“Yeah,” she quips flippantly.
I run my hand up the skirt of her dress to find her pussy bare. “Wanna explain to me why you aren’t following orders.”
“What do you want from me Tristian? Because I seriously don’t get you.” She pokes me in the chest. “You make me feel like the only thing you wanna do is get lost with me, but when I let you in, you shut down and make me feel like maybe I am just crazy. Is this all a game to you? Play with your pet right, is that what this is?”
“Does this feel like a game princess?” I place her hand on my heart. “You feel that, that is the beating of my heart. It has beat for you since I was a boy and I thought I was going to die. But you don’t remember that shit.”
Her eyes widen. Guess she thought I wanted her to feel my throbbing cock.
“You don’t understand it now, but you will. Go put on some damn panties. Cy just pulled up and I’ll be damned if I let you go out unless you protect what belongs to me.” I pull her in close and kiss her lips quickly.
“Don’t Tristian,” she says somber. “You can’t keep doing this push and pull, it isn’t fair.”
“Life’s not fair Isa. It wasn’t fair when you forgot about me.”
“What are you talking about Tristian?” Confusion is written all over her face. I know she doesn’t remember but I can’t understand how she could forget.
“I’m ready to tell you everything, but there isn’t time to discuss this right now Isa.”
I can’t hold the truth in any longer, I can’t keep treating her this way even if I feel she deserves it. I love Isabella, nothing could ever change that as hard as I have tried. Being close to her, holding her, touching her in ways I never imagined I’d be able, it’s too much even for a man like me.
“Fine Tristian, but we will talk.”
I nod as she climbs into the truck with Cyrus after putting on some motherfucking panties. He gives me a chin lift before pulling out.
Back inside, I get the game room ready, clearing out what furniture I can for the dancers.
Rain comes in bringing three girls with her.
She takes her seat by me handing me their applications. I’ll get one of the guys to run through them and make sure they are fairly clean. I don’t want a girl working for one of my enemies slipping into my fold. The girls are getting their music ready while I look over their papers.
“You seem tense Tris. Let me fix you a drink,” Rain volunteers.
“Just got shit on my mind with the club being shut down for a few days. You can grab me a beer.”
She goes to the kitchen to grab my drink while the first girl, who says her name is Candy Brandi, stands waiting for her cue. I snort reading her about me section. My name is Brandi all the men tell me I am sweet as Candy.
“Okay sweetheart, show me what you got.”
She smiles flashing her pearly whites at me and hits play on the stereo.
Her choice is typical, Cherry Pie, Warrant. It is a staple in the business though. She is halfway through her song and dance by the time Rain brings me my beer. “Where you been?”
“Had a call from the plumber. He needed the go ahead to begin the work.” She smiles meekly.
Something feels off with her. I know I should apologize for doing that shit to her the other night, but Rain used to get wild with the boys in the past and it isn’t anything she hasn’t ever done willingly.
“She’s good,” she states coolly watching the second girl.
“She is,” I agree. But if you’ve seen one ass shake you’ve seen them all in the business. Only ass I wanna see is Isabella’s bent over in front of me while I take her. “Don’t get any ideas. You can’t have her too. Besides, what’s this shit with Ari?”
“It’s not what you think Tris. That girl has a lot of issues. I’m just being a friend.”
“Looked like a lot more than that to me. I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it,” she snaps at me.
“Thanks girls that will be all, you can go now. Rain will set up your schedules with you later and finish up your paperwork.”
“I didn’t dance yet,” the third girl states.
“You’ll do,” I dismiss them, wave them out of the room, and tell them to wait in the entryway for Rain.
She starts to leave and I stop her.
“We’re friends but don’t forget that I am also your boss.”
“Then you should understand. You are drawn to your Isa just as I am her sister Ariala. I don’t like her. Her sister tells me she ran off and stuck her with taking care of their dad so she can work some job, but she’s here playing house with you. What’s up with that Tris? Isa told me she is working off a debt...shit don’t add up.”
“There is a lot of shit you don’t know about me or Isa.”
“Then make me understand Tristian. This is so unlike you. You never get caught up in chicks, ever. I don’t think I have ever seen you hook up with anyone since I’ve known you. To be honest I always wondered about you and Cyrus. You spend a lot of time with him,” she jokes.
Running my hands over my head, I know I need to tell Rain everything. I should be telling this to Isa instead though.
I tell Rain all about my childhood, my tumor and how Isa was there through the worst of it. I tell her how Isa didn’t even know who I was when I returned home. All I wanted was my best friend to hug my neck as she used to and tell me everything was going to be okay. I had survived the hell of my surgery and therapy, only to come home to another hell after losing my mother.
I needed her but she blew me off. Said she didn’t know me. I vowed that one day she would need me and I would treat her with the same courtesy she had me.
“So this thing between you and her. It’s all revenge because she hurt your feelings Tris. That’s fucked up and twisted even for you.”
“I th
ought it was but I love her. I always have. I just wish I knew why she doesn’t know me, why she doesn’t remember me. I was hers and she was mine.”
When I look up Isa is standing in the doorway with shock written all over her face.
“I’ll let the two of you…yeah, I’m going now.” Rain rushes from the room. I can hear her shooing the dancers out of the house.
Isa still hasn’t moved. I’m not sure how much she heard of what I just shared. The anguish on her face breaks me. I see how wrong I’ve been. I have to be honest with her about everything even if it means losing her.
Chapter 18
ISABELLA
Grocery shopping proves to be eventful when Cyrus and I run smack dab into Gabriele in line for the check out. Gabe eyes Cyrus and his six-foot-two, muscular, bearded and tattooed frame, next to his five-foot-eight skinny frame.
“This the guy you are seeing?”
“We gonna have a problem?” Cyrus questions towering over him.
“I’m talking to Isa pal.” He steps around Cyrus. “And what’s with you blocking my number? I thought we were going somewhere.”
“Gabe this really isn’t the place,” I interject sensing Cyrus’s patience wearing thin. “I told you I’m with someone let’s just leave it at that. I am sure you will meet the right girl soon.” I give him a brief hug and continue to pay for my items.
He pauses by the exit and watches me for a moment but eventually leaves. Cyrus is on his best behavior and loads the bags into the back of his truck for me without going after Gabe, I can see him scanning the lot looking for him. I’m ready to get back and find out what Tristian was talking about. But first I want to run by the Book Nook and make sure Ariala hasn’t run it into the ground already.
We are on our way to the family business when I get a call from my father. Gabe must have ratted me out. I can’t have Papi knowing about my real deal with Tristian he’ll never stand for it.
“Papi,” I greet cheerfully. “I was getting ready to pop into the store and check in on things.”
“The store is fine Mi hija. The only thing you need to concern yourself with is telling me what you are really doing and why am I hearing you are out and about with a gang member.”
“I already explained this to you Papi.”
“I don’t believe you Isabella. I don’t like this. I am used to the lies from Ariala, but not you. You’ve always been honest with me Isa, I expect no less than the truth now.”
I’ve never been able to keep things from my father unlike my sisters. I know he is upset with me but he will get over it eventually. “You’re right, I lied. But all you need to know is that I’m fine. I am doing what needs to be done, for all of us. I don’t want for anything but for you to be happy and healthy. I have to go Papi, I’ll call you again soon.”
“Isa, at least tell me where you are staying,” he pleads.
“I love you.” I end the call afraid to give away anything else. “I don’t need to go anywhere else just take me back,” I inform Cyrus.
When we arrive at the mansion there are some floozy looking chicks standing in the entryway. They must be from Tristian’s strip club. But why are they here? Annoyed I brush past them and help Cyrus get the bags into the kitchen. Eager to talk to Tristian and find out why he thinks I should know him I approach the trio of women and ask if they know where he is. They point me in the direction of the game room.
As I am walking down the hall, I hear his voice saying my name. He says he loves me. How can that be?
I stand in the doorway waiting to hear him say more.
Rain notices me and excuses herself.
I am in shock and don’t know what to say to that. I was his and he was mine…what does that even mean?
“You love me?” I ask unsure of my next move. “You don’t even know me Tristian. You say I should remember you but I don’t know what you mean by any of this? All the games, the hot and cold. Explain.”
“I’ll show you,” he says taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs.
We are standing outside of his bedroom door when we are interrupted by a text.
He pulls his phone up, and his face has grown cold as ice.
His dark eyes narrow on me with anger seeping from his menacing appearance. “Explain this shit to me Isa.” He shoves his phone into my hand, showing a picture of Gabe hugging me at the store.
“Were you spying on me?” I ask growing angry myself.
“I told you to cut him out of your life,” Tristian snaps, getting in my face, snatching his phone back. “You know what happens when you don’t obey me.”
“He’s a friend and you are being way out of line right now.” I fold my arms across my chest. “He wanted to know why I was acting so weird. What was I supposed to do, shove him away? He’s part of my sister’s family. I can’t be rude!”
He jerks my hands away from my body and grabs my pussy with possession. “This belongs to me Isa, along with the rest of you. No man should be touching what is mine.”
“I’m not your property Tristian.” My body begs to differ though as I grow wetter with the longer his invasive touch holds me prisoner.
“You belong to me princess, I know it, your body knows it and soon your heart will too,” he promises.
“I belong to no one but myself Tristian,” I lie knowing he owns me, and somehow I get the feeling he always has. “You said you would explain, so get on with it.”
“Not that easy Isa, you will earn the answers you seek.”
I gulp. I wonder if this time it will be pleasure or pain he inflicts on me?
**
I’m sitting in my room, completely naked just as I was told. Tristian has had me waiting for him for over an hour. Finally, I hear the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. Even though I am waiting for him I nearly jump out of my skin when he throws my door open, banging it roughly against the wall.
His face seems to have softened now that we have had some time apart. He crosses the room to where I sit by the fireplace. A black velvet box rests in his hands. He sits it on the side table and brushes my hair away from my neck, gathering it in his hands. I sit mindlessly as he braids my hair and secures it with a hair tie.
The last time he did this, I got paddled with my brush. Heat flames in my womb remembering the way it felt when he punished me. I squeeze my thighs together, praying I don’t leave a wet spot on the chair.
“Why are you squirming in your seat Isa?” he asks yanking my head back by the braid.
“My hair was tickling my back,” I lie, not wanting to admit I am anxious for him to touch me.
“Mhmmm,” is all he says in response taking the box from the table.
“Close your eyes,” he instructs. “No peeking.” He really has a hard on for control.
I do as I am told, the anticipation of what is to come is enough to kill a person.
Tristian’s lips brush against my neck. “You always said you wanted to have a necklace like your grandmother’s,” he whispers into my ear.
Something cool and weighted touches my skin around my neck, but quickly begins to warm. Instantly, I reach up to touch a pearl necklace. I know it’s real by the way the pearls feel. My grandma used to wear a pearl necklace, she always said it was the only thing of worth my grandpa had ever given her other than her children of course. Wait...where did that come from? I’ve never recollected anything about my grandma, but I can hear her voice, and see her face in my head so clearly.
Her hair was dark brown, streaked with grey and she wore it in a tight bun. And her pearl necklace, I can see it vividly resting around her neck, she never took it off. So peculiar.
“Do you remember anything Isa?”
“Yes,” I answer shocked as I can remember driving up to the mansion in a loud car. Closing my eyes, I strain hard to see more but I can’t.
“Do you want to remember more?” He asks as he kisses down my neck, running his hands over my heavy breasts.
“Please.”
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br /> “Good girl.” He stands taking my hands in his, bringing me up from the chair.
“You came here before with your grandma Iris. She worked for my family for many years. Can you remember coming here with her?”
“I’m trying Tristian,” I answer leaning in to kiss him.
“Not good enough,” he responds turning away from me.”
“Tristian, please, don’t be cruel.”
“You want to talk about cruel Isa. My father made me crawl to him, dragging my useless legs behind me for my dinner.” My heart sinks. How could a father do that to his child? “I want you to crawl to me wearing the pearls, and only the pearls.” He drops my hands going to the doorway.
“And if I refuse.” I smile deviously.
“You. Will. Do. It. Because. You. Are. Mine.” He stresses each word gritting his teeth.
I do as he wants, going down on all fours. “Like this Tristian?” I ask peering up from under my lashes at him.
His eyes smolder with lust.
“Just like that princess, crawl to me.”
The stone floor is rough, uneven and cold under my knees. The short distance to where he is standing is agonizing as my skin begins to break open.
Tristian watches me, the hunger of his desire warms me and urges me forward.
I no longer only want him, I need him. Whatever this is that we are doing, I crave it. The power he has over me, I can no longer fight it. I surrender to Tristian and give in to my feelings completely.
I can’t get to him fast enough. I reach his feet and he leans down grabbing the pearls in his hand and pulling me to my feet.
“I don’t ever want to see you in any other man’s arms. You get me?”
“I get you,” I choke out, dying to kiss him.
Sharing my need, he lets go of the pearls and brings his mouth to mine. Kissing him is like discovering heaven on earth. I can’t even imagine what sex with him would be like. But I want to find out.
Chapter 19
TRISTIAN
Isa seemed to have a moment of recognition with the pearls, but she doesn’t understand the depths of what she has forgotten. I hope when she learns the truth of the lengths I have gone to for her, she can accept it all.
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