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Florence had trouble sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. It was too hard and so she somehow ended up having a stiff back . She groaned a little when she heard noise of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was hardly up. It was probably six in the morning. She pulled the blanket over her head as she tried to get back to sleep. She would really love to get her precious sleep back and so she squinted her eyes tightly. She heard loud footsteps followed by loud noise of door opening and falling shut. She then heard the sound of gurgling followed by the sound of water running in the background. She groaned as she heard the door of the bathroom opening before falling shut. She groaned as she pulled the blanket down from her face and look at the culprit who took away her sleep. Before she could even say a word, she felt as if the air was knocked from her lungs. Her gaze unknowingly went further into the depth .There stood Tristan in front of the mirror, dressed in
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Well, realisation hit her pretty late. She stood behind the door of the bathroom, holding a towel to her naked self. She cursed herself for being this stupid. Her used clothes were already thrown on the floor which were now pretty wet from the shower and she can't possibly wear them. Never in a million years had she thought that she would call for Tristan by practically being naked but she was desperate. She closed her eyes bracing herself for what was about to come. She knew it was a bad idea but what can she do other than this. She can't walk naked around the house and to the other room to get herself some clothes. Once she was done preparing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door." Tristan…" she called, voice low because she was extremely embarrassed that she was doing this. She got no reply." Tristan. " She tried again, this time a little firm.She waited for a few seconds but still no reply. By the noise coming from the room it was clear that her husband was st
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Six weeks later, Florence sat by the library room, reading one of the classic novels. She wore black leggings paired up with Black thirty and oversized red Sweater. The outfit was not one of her best but it was super comfortable and that was what matters after all. She tried to ignore how the housekeeper, who was currently dusting off the bookshelf , was looking at her.Florence squirmed in her seat as she tried to read the book but she felt as if Lisa , the housekeeper, was judging her.Well, how could anyone not? Everyone knew that this marriage was not out of love including the staff in the house. Lisa had hardly seen Florence and Tristan talking together and the old lady must be pitying the young soul that was trapped in this penthouse. Florence does nothing except sitting in the library or cooking in the kitchen. The lady would often give her looks filled with sympathy and Florence didn't know how to tell her that she didn't need her pity , so she just let her be.Lisa would
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Florence sat in the cafeteria of her university. The area was filled with students trying to finish their meal in their lunch time , while Florence was busy with her laptop as she tried to write a report on a museum she visited a few days ago.It has been a week since she joined her studies again. She didn't think that she would be accepted back in the university after she had left for almost three months but the principal accepted her almost immediately. Later she discovered that Tristan was the one of the sponsors of this university and if they had not accepted her back then they would have lost a couple of thousands of dollars, they can't risk that. It was weird, especially when her professors began to treat her differently. They were much more friendly and polite to her than they have ever been. It didn't settle well with her but she had to take it for the next month or so and after that she was done with her studies.She never thought that marrying Tristan would make such a d
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Florence walked downstairs after waking up at eight in the morning. It was Saturday, the most awaited day of the week for the students. Florence was bone tired from all the work she had to do this week and hence she was looking forward to a nice weekend. She wanted to relax a little. As much as she loves to attend the university, she loves to be at her new home and do whatever she wants. She had a lot to do today with all the assignments piling up. She thought that this morning was similar to all the mornings she had for the last couple of days.But what she saw in the kitchen was not what she had ever expected. Tristan in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The man may be a jerk but he was a gorgeous jerk and Florence hate it to admit that." Are you awake yet or should I flaunt my beauty some more?" Tristan said before he looked up at his wife who was stuck on the stairs looking at him as if he had grown two pairs of horns. Her hair was wet from the shower and her long legs were
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"Sean? Have you seen my file?" Florence asked as she walked towards Sean who sat on one of the benches in front of the university. He stopped sketching as he turned to look at her. Florence looked like a disaster at the moment. Her white pants were soiled at the bottom from mud and her long hair were tied up in a messy bun. She looked completely different from what she did when she arrived at the university. Looking how divested she looked, Sean immediately stood up and marched towards her. Beads of sweat were sticking over her forehead, her chest was heaving up and down as she frantically looked around to find her portfolio. She had brought it when she came this morning. She can't remember where she left it though." What do you mean? You had your file when we met this afternoon for lunch." Sean said and Florence looked as if she was close to crying. Her bandage was now a disaster too." I know… " Florence said her voice came out wavering. " I had it with me all the time but
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Tristan was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he glanced at the digital clock on the table in front of him. It blinked nine. Tristan frowned at the clock because as far as he knew, Florence is usually done with her classes before six in the evening and in extreme cases by seven. He hadn't had his dinner yet and he was looking at the door far too often. He didn't know why he was acting protective towards her , maybe because she was his responsibility or maybe because she is too young to be in his world. Not to forget that she would be an easy target for his enemies . He didn't even want to think about the circumstances. Just as he was about to call Florence, the door of his penthouse opened and in came Florence, who looked as if she was about to faint any second. A bile raised in Tristan's throat as he immediately stood from his place and threw the book carelessly on the sofa. "Where were you?" Tristan asked as he walked towards he
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Florence began to work on her assignments all over again. The professor refused to extend the deadlines as it was against the rule to do so. She had cursed at the professor for being so strict but deep down she knew that no professor would help her out . It was going against the rule. She straightened her black blouse as she sat on the stairs right in front of a beautiful lake. It was one of the most amazing spots to paint and today Florence was painting a landscape which was also her assignment. This was her second time drawing the same drawing.Past few days have been a disaster. She wasn't able to sleep for even a second and now her eye lids were getting heavy. She could really use some sleep.She brought her black coffee to her , trying her best to remain calm . Past few days, she had not seen Tristan much . The said guy would always be busy with his work. Truth to be told, Tristan kind of gave off a vibe of a playboy and Florence had no idea whether her husband was really bu
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