Tristan arrived at Craig’s party just by the hour. The crowded room had people everywhere sporting expensive looking suits or dresses that would most probably be discarded after the night would be past. Greetings were offered out near the entrance but Tristan managed to dodge that. Adding his nicely wrapped perfume to the pile of presents, Tristan spotted empty bottles of wine underneath the table, probably put there by the waiters.As for the people in that crowded area, they reminded him of the beer bottles: empty and useless. As he stepped over the god-awful mess, he noticed the music playing in the background. At least the melody drifting through the busy atmosphere was good. He weaved his way through the crowds of champagne-bearing waiters and extra loud people, he finally spotted what he was looking for: a quiet space by the corner. As Tristan let the waiter fill up his glass of wine the third time, his eyes scanned the room for Roth, but there was not a sign of him to be seen
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of h
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of h
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of hi
Not paying head to his expression having gone blank, she turned to look at him and asked, “Say, why don’t you party like him?” Tristan did not meet her eye, and kept looking straight at Roth, he said, “Because I am not him.”“But you want to be.” She said suggestively.Tristan merely shook his head. That was all he had to express for the enormous feelings he had about Roth. They were too complicated to be put into words, and would especially go over that pretty little brunette’s head. “Then why have you been looking at him longingly for hours too?” She leaned in with a sly smile playing on her lips. Tristan was caught off-guard as he jolted up and turned to meet her eye, his face masking a look between shock and horror. He suddenly felt scared of her, she was seconds away from uncovering the biggest secret of his life. Even though he quickly recovered, his initial shock had not escaped Eeanor’s notice, as she calmly stood, drawing circles along the edge of her wine glass, looking
“You joked!” She softly said, still under the impression of shock, “Wow, oh gosh, I didn’t think you could say anything other than yes, no, or pure profanity.”Tristan rolled his eyes and swatted at her arm, as she laughed away. That was true though, it was very unlike Tristan to loosen up this quickly around someone, but it was just something about Eleanor that made him want to trust her. It was a little past midnight when Eleanor's car pulled up in front of Tristan's mansion. Both of them looked at each other for a brief moment before she said, "Are you expecting me to get out and open the door for you? Because I'm not going to do it." Tristan shook his head and laughed lightly, hanging his head for a while before looking up into her eyes, “I had a good time tonight, Eleanor.” He genuinely meant it, it had been ages since he had hung out with someone other than Roth, and as much as he thought he would not feel good, he felt good. This girl reminded him a lot of Roth, but she also
Now, the tip of his dick was pointing up to her chin. Her motions became exaggerated, elongated, and it was exactly what made Tristan wish it was him in her place. “Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the strokes slowing to an agonizing yet tantalizing rhythm.With a drawn-out moan, Roth came, the cum spurting up onto the smooth skin of her chest. She took his cock in her hand, trailing the tip between her breasts before running the pad of her thumb over it seductively. As Tristan swallowed gulps on saliva, his own cock fully erect inside his tight pants. Tristan felt like someone was clenching his chest tightly as he saw Roth grab Veronica and kiss her passionately. Unable to withhold any more, he dragged his feet to his room with a heavy feeling inside him. Would Roth ever kiss him that passionately, he doubted that. Roth would never be his, he was certain of that. x - x - xNext morning, they were in the kitchen - Roth in an unusually cheery mood. As Tristan was beating the eggs to
Roth had indeliberately been avoiding Tristan since after his confession, that he didn't know Roth had heard, but the change in Roth's behavior had not escaped Tristan's notice, and he told Roth as much later that night when Roth returned from his shenanigans. Tristan had stayed up, waiting for Roth, although Roth returned early on Sunday evenings. Roth took his work very seriously, and despite all of his activities, he always prioritized work during the week. Roth dismissed Tristan’s concerns blaming it on the busy weekend, claiming that nothing had changed between them and perhaps Tristan was just overthinking it. x - x - xTristan was in his office when his secretary informed him that there was a call for him from some Eleanor. Slightly taken aback, he asked her to pass the call along to him. He was not surprised at her having found his number, his company number was easily discoverable. “Miss Eleanor, say how may I serve you?” Tristan chuckled amusedly. “I believe I am callin