Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
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Jane automatically shifted her attention to the watch on her wrist, trying not to cry. Ten minutes to eleven. She still had two hours on her shift. Her were aching as she poured what feels like his hundredth glass of champagne for the night. Usually, she wouldn’t be complaining, but there was only two of them on the shift. It meant both of them to have to share the load.Her eyes moved towards Krista, who was batting her eyelashes and chatting up with the customer. She wouldn’t blame her because as the employees of the elite ‘Floral Liquor’ are supposed to be polite no matter what. Most of the clauses in the contract said the same thing over and over again. It should be concerning actually.Working at Floral Liquor felt like a dream because of how exclusive and posh it was. She had no idea that her application would be sele
Jane was not sure how their conversation moved to questions about her relationship. Those alluring eyes were so entrancing that she let him get away with it. Who can blame her? It was not every day that someone like Tristan walks into the bar and starts talking with her. It’s a miracle.Tristan was slurring his words now, having one too many to drink. All thanks to her dear friend, Krista. While Jane was serving the rich brats and topping their champagne drinks, Tristan was getting drunk on vodka and sweet lime. A perfect blend of Krista's signature ‘Ice breeze’. Whatever happened to himhating citrus juices?! Guess everyone will eventually have to give up when it’s Krista serving drinks.Jane wanted to stop him because he already had two Red Affair and three Ice breeze. His vision looked unfocused and
Part 3Jane was the one to push their faces together. Her soft, warm lips met against his chapped ones. The scruff of his lips brushed against her upper lip, and it drove her mad with desire. She couldn't believe that Tristan was letting her kiss him, trailing her fingers towards the mop of his luscious hair."Oh, Tristan" She breathed against his desperate mouth. Her eyes narrowed at his flawless skin, noticing the way he was staring at her through hooded eyes.She coyly licked her lips, batting her thick eyelashes to entice him. "Your lips feel so good against mine. Please don't stop."Tristan let out a feral growl at her demand and nodded his head. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he inched forward and gripped the back of her legs.
Jane felt her body give up as she cleaned the corners of the bar. It was tedious and difficult. Her fingers felt numb by the time she was done with the ice machine. Chuck had asked her to make sure the bar was spotless because, of course, the celebrity party. She did not understand why he was taking so many offers when they were all tired. Business, he said. She almost scoffed at that.“So...” Krista cleared her throat, standing beside Jane with a coy smile on her face.Jane huffed, “What?”“Nothing” Krista shrugged, trying to pay attention to her glasses. She was purposely drawing out everything.Jane rolled her eyes, neatly placing the tulip glasses behind the rack. &ldquo
Jane couldn’t help but stare at him, her fingers clutched in his own over the centre console, glancing at him during stoplights. It felt unbelievable that he was interested to come back to her place. Her eyes followed his every moment, every swallow and the way he licked his lips.Within a few minutes, they managed to reach to her flat. As soon as he parked his expensive car, she guided him towards her flat, her breath in her throat. Tristan’s arm quickly came around her waist as she unlocked the door.As soon as they stepped inside, Tristan grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Jane squealed, locking her legs around his waist. To get a better grip, she wound her arms around his neck tightly; mouth parted open as he met her eyes.&n