Auctioned to Him 7: The Contract

by Charlotte Byrd

  “It was going so well. My $5,000 investment became $10,000. I was going to take it out, but then I didn’t. I put it all back in, Alice,” he says.

  Whilst at first, words didn’t come at all, now they’re practically tumbling out of him. “Why did I do that?” he asks. “I’m so stupid.”

  “No, you’re not,” I whisper.

  “I made another $5,000 and then…then it all disappeared.”

  “How?” I ask.

  He takes a deep breath. Lets it out and then says, “The stock plummeted after the CFO of the pharmaceutical company was arrested for insider trading.”

  We sit in silence for a long time. I don’t know what to say and Tristan has nothing else to say. Eventually, and with a great deal of effort, I turn off the light and take the laptop from his lap. I pull the covers over him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

  “Where are you going?” he whispers.

  “I thought I’d give you some time to rest,” I say.

  “Can you stay? Please?”

  I climb into bed with him. Tristan wraps his arms around me. He presses himself against me. We spoon for some time. Minutes tick away. Sometime later, I turn to face him. I think that he’s asleep, but he’s wide awake. Still staring out in the distance.

  “You should get some sleep,” I say. “Things will be better in the morning.”

  Tristan looks at me. He disentangles his hand from the covers and brushes his index finger along my bottom lip. His fingertip feels soft like silk. Slowly, he pulls himself closer to me. I feel his breath on my lips. Our lips touch.

  His lips are effervescent. He parts my lips with his tongue. It feels familiar and strange at the same time. As we kiss, our bodies morph into one. I can no longer tell where he begins and I end.

  Suddenly, his kisses become more forceful. He presses his whole body into mine. Every last inch of it is hard and strong. He climbs on top of me and kisses me harder. So hard that it borders on painful. I try to keep up. I push back into him. He rises a little above me. I’m surprised at my own strength.

  We make out well into the night. It doesn’t go further than that. We don’t rip our clothes off. We simply make out. Like teenagers. Because, mainly, we still are. I don’t want to lie. It’s not like thoughts of pulling off his clothes don’t strike me. But I don’t initiate. And he doesn’t either. At this moment, this is enough. This is more than enough. Sometime later, after we’re both worn out, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  45

  It’s 3:37 am when I sneak out of bed to get something to drink. As I pour myself a cup of milk, Dylan comes in and flips on the lights. He startles me. I shield them as best as I can, but the bright lights still sting my eyes.

  “Hey, I’m so sorry. Didn’t know you were in here,” he says.

  Dylan’s dressed in a suit. The one he wears exclusively to clubs.

  “Shit, Alice, I’m not having a good day,” Dylan says.

  “Neither is Tristan,” I say.

  He looks away. Pours himself a cup of water. “Oh he heard? I was going to tell him in the morning.”

  “He lost 15 thousand dollars, Dylan,” I say, crossing my arms.

  “Oh shit, I didn’t know it was that much. I thought he’d only invested five.”

  “No, he invested his gains back into it.”

  “Ah, well, that’s what happens.” Dylan shrugs.

  “Is that all you’re going to say?” I ask. “That’s all his savings. He lost everything.”

  I’m so angry, I want to punch him.

  “Hey, if it’s any consolation, I lost twenty grand. Just about.” He shrugs.

  “Yeah, but he doesn’t have a rich dad to bail him out,” I say. “You can still afford to go party all night. He can’t.”

  Dylan shrugs. He doesn’t look like he cares much.

  “How could you let this happen?” I try again.

  I have to make him understand. I know I shouldn’t be doing this at three in the morning, after I didn’t get much sleep and he has been out all night. But I can’t stop myself.

  “Hey, listen, it was an investment. He knew what he was getting into.”

  “But it was your guy!”

  “So what? That guy made him $10,000! Would you be here yelling at me if he had pulled out?”

  “No, but he didn’t, did he? He lost all his money!”

  “I don’t want to hear this shit, Alice,” Dylan says. “I lost a lot of money, too. Tristan’s a big boy.”

  “He’s right,” Tristan says, coming out of his room. “He’s right, Alice. I knew about the risks.”

  “But don’t you think Dylan should’ve warned you—“

  “No,” Tristan cuts me off. “It’s fine, really. It’s not Dylan’s fault.”

  “It just sucks,” I say. “You lost so much money. I just wish I could help.”

  “I know, but you can’t. No one can. It’s fine,” he says.

  “No, it’s not.” I shake my head and open the door to my room.

  I leave Tristan and Dylan alone. If he’s not mad at him, why should I be? I rub my eyes. Juliet turns around in bed. She’s engulfed in her comforter and I can barely see her face. Only her eyes.

  “Sorry to wake you,” I whisper and close the door behind myself to block the light from the kitchen.

  “It’s okay,” she says. Her voice is raspy and uneven. “Dylan and I broke up.”

  “Oh I’m so sorry,” I say, changing into my pjs.

  “It’s okay,” she sighs. “He’s back with Peyton. Again. He’s obsessed with Peyton.”

  Though I can’t see very well, I can tell that her eyes are puffy. She has been crying.

  “Hey, weren’t you supposed to be away for the weekend?” she asks.

  I fill her in on the details. Simon. Tristan. Tristan and I making out. Tristan losing his money. Wow, this has been a ridiculously long day. Just going over it in a few sentences tires me out.

  She listens quietly, taking it all in. Doesn’t comment. I’m grateful for that. I couldn’t deal with a snarky remark right now without getting too emotional about it.

  “So how are you?” I ask. She doesn’t respond right away.

  “Eh, fine. You live and learn, I guess,” she says.

  I’ve always wondered what that expression meant. It’s as if it’s a way to just write off a huge part of life and not deal with it. It seems enlightening and worldly, but it sounds like an excuse. Like a statement that someone makes when they don’t want to make a statement at all.

  “So what did you learn?” I ask.

  She’s just trying to cope with this. I shouldn’t be putting her on the spot like that. I know that and I hate myself for doing it anyway.

  “What did I learn?” Juliet asks like she’s trying to buy time. “That I shouldn’t go out with assholes.”

  We both laugh.

  “That’s going to be a tough thing in this city,” I joke.

  * * *

  I don’t see Tristan until that afternoon. In the morning, he goes for a run and then I go out for brunch with Juliet. She’s still distraught over Dylan, but trying to put on as brave of a face as possible. That afternoon, she goes out to a matinée show of A Streetcar Named Desire with some of her acting friends. I’m invited too, but opt to stay home. The drizzle that started that morning has morphed into a full blown rainstorm, and I have a hard time braving the streets of New York in this kind of weather.

  The good thing about not going to the cabin for the weekend, one of many, is that I actually had time to edit my paper due on Monday. I was in a rush to finish it before the trip and now, for the first time this semester, I’m actually done two days before it’s due. The feeling is quite exhilarating, I can’t lie. There’s this heavy feeling of dread that lifts off me. I don’t have a dark cloud hanging around my head about a paper that I should be writing but I’m not. It feels so good, actually, that I decided to try to finish other papers early as well. It might be a pipe dream, but it’s go
od to have dreams, right?

  There’s a knock on my door just as I finish reading the last sentence of my paper.

  “Come in,” I say. I click save and close my laptop.

  When I turn around in my chair, I see Tristan standing awkwardly in the doorway, unsure about coming in.

  “Oh hey, how are you?” I ask.

  “Okay, I guess.” He hangs his head. “I went for a run this morning. To clear my head.”

  “And?” I ask hopefully.

  “I’m still finding it difficult to get over the fact that I lost 15 grand. But I guess I’m feeling better than last night.”

  I nod, ask him to come in. We both sit down on my bed together.

  “On the bright side,” I say. “At least, you had 15 grand to lose. I mean, that’s something, right?”

  That was my bad attempt at a joke. It backfires. He looks crushed. I feel like a massive idiot for even saying something like that. Something so insensitive.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. Too little, too late.

  “No, that’s true, I guess. Just a little too soon, I think.”

  I nod, grateful that he doesn’t take it personally.

  “So I mainly wanted to come here and talk to you about Dylan,” he says.

  “Dylan?”

  “I don’t want you to talk to him about this anymore. You shouldn’t have lectured him about this.”

  “I was just trying to help you,” I say defensively.

  “I know, but I don’t need it,” he shakes his head. “It’s not Dylan’s fault. I don’t think he scammed me. He lost a lot of money, too.”

  “I know, but—“ I start to say.

  “No buts, Alice,” he cuts me off.

  I feel this incessant need to make Tristan understand that I was coming from a good place. I don’t know why. I don’t think for a second that he might already know that.

  “It was an investment. That’s what happens to bad investments,” he adds. His voice is forceful, certain. I look up at him. There are flames of anger in his eyes.

  “What’s wrong? Why are you mad?” I ask.

  “Why? Because you are butting into my business. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

  “I was just trying to help.”

  “Alice, I don’t need you to—“ he yells. Then stops short at the end of the sentence. He doesn’t finish it. It’s like he’s afraid of finishing it.

  “You don’t need me,” I say. “I get it.”

  I get off the bed. I don’t want to see his face. Yesterday was like a dream. Not necessarily a bad dream, just a dream. It doesn’t feel real. I walk over to the window and look out at the pouring rain outside. The whole city is crying.

  “That’s not what I meant,” Tristan says.

  I wait for him to put his arm around me. But he doesn’t. He simply walks to the door and leaves.

  46

  I don’t know whether it’s from lack of sleep and general exhaustion, but I suddenly break down sobbing. This is the first time I’ve cried like that since our actual breakup. I feel like I’ve been holding it all in for so long and now it’s finally out.

  “No, I can’t do this anymore,” I whisper to myself through the tears.

  An hour passes. My tears dry up. I open a textbook to try to get some studying in before finals next week. A knock at the door breaks my concentration.

  “Can I come in?” Tristan asks.

  “No.” I shake my head. “I’m busy.”

  He sits down next to me anyway. Takes my hand. I try to push him away, but he doesn’t let me. I look into his eyes. There’s a hint of hope and a whole lot of regret in them.

  Tristan leans towards me and takes away my books. He drops everything on the floor. I let him.

  He leans closer to me. Presses his soft lips onto mine. Breathes me in. As we kiss, his hands start to slide down my body. Eventually, they find where my sweater ends. He finds his way underneath. With one swift motion, I’m on my back and he’s laying halfway across me. This feels so good. I can’t stop him even if I wanted to. He traces the curves of my hips and pulls on the strings of my pajama pants. He pulls my pants down a bit, until my hipbones are exposed. Then he pulls away from my mouth and kisses my hips. One. Then another. His fingers tease my belly button. I sigh, close my eyes and let it all happen. Tristan’s always been an expert with his hands and lips.

  My body rises and falls with each kiss. Slowly, I pull off my shirt and take off his. He unbuckles his pants. I drop my bra to the floor. He wiggles out of his pants. Helps me out of mine.

  “I’ve missed this, Alice,” he says in my ear.

  I love the way he says my name. I’ve missed this too. Laying naked next to him with our bodies intertwined, I feel at home. Like I’ve never belonged with anyone else. His breath matches mine. Our hearts beating at the same pace.

  He climbs on top of me, draping me with his whole body. I’m in a cocoon. I’m safe. I grab onto his shoulders for leverage. His muscles are hard and strong, but the skin is as soft as silk. We move in unison. We moan in unison. And when it comes, I look into his eyes and see stars.

  * * *

  “Well, that was good,” Tristan says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and snuggling next to me. “Thank you.”

  “No, thank you,” I whisper.

  When we were together, we started a quirky tradition of thanking each other after sex, if we were both left satisfied. I’d completely forgotten about it until he said those words. They make me smile. We lay in bed for sometime as darkness starts to fall. It’s not even 5 pm, but twilight comes quickly especially on rainy and cloudy days. I know that Juliet will be getting back soon, so I start to get dressed.

  “I’ve missed you, Alice,” Tristan says, propping up his head with his hand.

  “I’ve missed you too,” I say, tossing him his underwear and jeans. “Juliet will be home soon.”

  When we are both dressed, I remake the bed.

  “I want you back, Alice,” Tristan says.

  I’ve been wanting to hear those words a long time. Since the summer. But now that I’m actually hearing them, I don’t feel the way I had thought I would. Making love was wonderful, but I don’t want him back. We shared a good moment, but maybe that is all it’s supposed to be.

  “No, I can’t Tristan,” I turn to him.

  This is not what he had expected to hear. I see the fire and hope in his eyes disappear. Disappointment sets in.

  “What do you mean?” he asks.

  “Tristan, this was nice. Really nice.”

  “Nice? Are you crazy? This was amazing.”

  “Okay, yes, it was.” I give him that. “But I don’t think it’s right for us to get back together. Not now.”

  “Not now?” he asks. I see that I’ve given him hope. That’s not what I meant to do.

  “Not ever,” I say definitively.

  “Why?” Tristan asks. He puts his arms around me, but I push him away.

  I don’t know why. It doesn’t feel right. I try to figure out why.

  “You’re in a tough spot now, Tristan. I get it. And I’ll be there for you as a friend. A really really good friend. But you just want to get together because you’re lonely or anxious about the future. You don’t have to be, I’m here for you. But I can’t be your girlfriend again just because you’re going through a tough time.”

  Disappointed, he walks away. But stops at the door.

  “I don’t want to be with you because of the money. It has nothing to do with that. You asked me why I came to the cabin. It was because I was worried about you with Simon, but that wasn’t all of it. And I didn’t come up because Tea and I broke up. I came to see you because I missed you. And I want you back. I made a mistake, Alice.”

  I nod. Take a breath. But I don’t go to him.

  “Alice, I was a real jerk. I shouldn’t have ever broken up with you. There was nothing wrong with us. I just did it because I didn’t think that we should be so serious in college. I thought we
were too happy. Like it couldn’t possibly last because we were too happy. I was so stupid, Alice. Childish. I wanted to date other people. But when it came right to it, I couldn’t. Not really.”

  “Thank you,” I say after a while. “I understand now.”

  I am grateful for the explanation. I didn’t know it, but I’ve waited for the truth about why we broke up for a long time. And now, it was out there. I had closure.

  He’s waiting for me to come to him. To forgive him and say that I love him and that everything’s going to be okay. His arms are to his sides. He’s shown me all of his cards. I know that he’s telling the truth. But something’s holding me back.

  “I love you, Alice,” he says. It’s his last attempt.

  “I love you too,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry. But I just can’t.”

  Tears cloud my eyes. One large one breaks free and rolls down my cheek. My throat aches from sorrow.

  47

  It’s finals week. Where did the time go? Halloween and Thanksgiving were a blur. I went home for Thanksgiving, but I hardly remember any of it. Thankfully, my finals are spread out and aren’t stacked up like Dylan’s and Tristan’s. I don’t have any double final days and have at least a day to study for the next one. It could be worse, of course. But it could also be better. I look at Juliet. She’s practicing breathing for her breathing class. I wish I had a breathing test instead of three final papers.

  I haven’t talked to Tristan for a couple days except for a brief “hello, how are you?” The more time goes by, the stronger I feel that my decision is the right one. I can’t even begin to express how nice it was to be with him again. But life isn’t just about what happens in bed. It’s more than that. And despite what he says, I’m not entirely sure this isn’t some sort of freaking out moment for him. Maybe he took the break up with Tea harder than he’d thought. Maybe he’s upset about losing all that money. Either way, he’s not in the right state of mind to make a decision as big as this one. I’m sure he’s just confused. I’m pretty sure. But then that voice in the back of my head stirs up. I don’t want to hear it. But it’s there. What if he’s right? What if he just wants to be with me? And all those other things just happened to happen at the same time?