The first time that Tristan felt that he had made a mistake by sending the car back was when he saw that Eleanor’s house was covered in darkness. There were not even guards outside to get a message from him inside, and he had no phone to call Eleanor. He started walking towards a nearby phone booth to call her from there, when a black vigo stopped just before him. The window rolled down to reveal the face of a man in sunglasses and a black hat on top, “Hey, are you okay?” Tristan obviously looked peculiar walking to the phone booth in an expensive looking dress, everything on him telling on his richness. Under different conditions, Tristan would have wondered why that man was wearing sunglasses long after the sun had gone down, and a hat on his head, but right now, his mind was fogged up by a lot of thoughts. He leaned near the window and said, “Yeah, can I borrow your phone? I forgot mine at home and I need to call -” His sentence was cut midway as he felt a very strong smell ent
She squirmed, raising her arms over her head while Roth began thrusting up and up beneath her. She held on tightly with her thighs, laughing at the wildness rising in them both. She felt her eyes roll back in her head. Her hands, fluttering frantically about for anything to hold, found his shoulders and gripped with all their strength. Her orgasm was not the pleasant shivering she had experienced earlier, but a powerful, convulsive clenching and unclenching that wrenched a cry of joy from her throat. For a moment, the world went red. When her vision cleared, she looked down to see his brow knit as in concentration. He gasped for air, his eyes closed tightly. Then, as his back stiffened beneath her, he opened his eyes and a deep, throaty groan answered her cry. She got off him and fell on the bed, burrowing her face in the sheets, as Roth threw a cover on her. She dozed off after a while, but sleep could not be farther away from Roth’s eyes. His mind was now much after having sex,
The man was dressed in a turtle green dress robe, looking like he had just splashed water on his face, looking confusedly at Roth, “But I don’t understand, Eleanor was with us the whole day yesterday, she could not have harmed your friend.”“I have evidence to prove that she did, can you please just call her?” Roth himself was clad in a T-shirt and trousers, probably the roughest attire Roth Dimitri could throw on, however still well-dressed enough. “I did, she’ll be coming along shortly.” The man looked slightly concerned. Had it been someone else, he would have kicked them out by now for accusing his daughter like that, but this was Roth Dimitri. He had a reputation as one of the top business tycoons of America. Eleanor entered the room, looking obviously annoyed at being woken up at this hour of the night, clad in a purple camisole and shorts. Her expression turned to a scowl at the sight of Roth. Roth stood up more out of agony than as a form of respect for her. She overlooked
“Hello Penny! I am so sorry for disturbing you this late at night. I just had to ask, can I go inside your cafe for a while? It’s an emergency.” Eleanor said cheerfully on the phone as Roth frowned. She nodded her head a couple times, and then let out a light chuckle, “Thank you, Penny. You are the best - and oh again, sorry for waking your son up.” She ended the sentence in a cheeky tone. Paying no attention to Roth, she walked out of the living room, leaving him staring at her back in confusion. It was evident at that dinner that she hated him, and after knowing that she was Veronica’s sister, he did not need to know the reason. She was back soon with a coat on and some keys in her hand, looking more fresh, “Let’s go.” He obediently followed her. Soon they were inside the cafe, her checking the computer by the cash counter for the camera footage, while he examined the cafe, it seemed like a nice cozy place. “So, how do you happen to have the keys?” He asked out of sheer curiosi
“Unfortunately, the door lock will not be scared of you, Miss Eleanor the great. How does the commissioner idea seem about now?” She continued to ignore his existence, as she fished for something on her head, retrieving two bobby pins from her bun. Roth watched in confusion, and it wasn’t until she bent the head of one pin using her teeth and inserted it in the door lock that he realized what she was doing, his eyes widening. “You’re picking the lock?” His voice unconsciously dropped to a furious whisper. “Yes,” She replied to him this time, not bothering to look up even now, “I don’t take a no from anyone, not even door locks.” Roth forcefully removed her hands from the lock, sending one of the pins flying, and pinned her against the walls opposite to the office, “Are you crazy? I don’t know about you but I have a name out there in the world. Do you have any idea what will become of my reputation if someone ever finds out I was involved in some kind of breaking in because of the
It had been three days since they had not heard from Tristan. Today, Roth had decided to go out, still waiting for an update on Tristan from the officials he was acquainted with. The number of calls from Eleanor had way over surpassed triple digits, but Roth still picked every time because she gave him a new idea. Yet, nothing seemed to work, perhaps because Roth’s brain was not working. Ever since he had found out who that piece of cheque belonged to, his thinking abilities had been numbed. He was driving around mindlessly, having taken the car from the chauffeur. Tristan not being there was impacting everything in his life. Never had he thought that Tristan had become this important to him. For the first time in his life, Roth Dimitri had spent an entire weekend at home, alone. And for the first time he had called a day off from his work. He knew, with a sinking feeling inside his chest, that he would not be able to function until he had received any news about Tristan. The weig
“Hello, Roth Dimitri speaking,” His business voice came out, making him sound like an entirely different person than who had been sitting there with Eleanor for the past hour. Whatever he heard on the other end of the line made him sit right up, his eyes opening wide, as he squealed, snapping out of his usual etiquette, “Really? Oh, Thank God!” Eleanor waited for him to finish the call, her heart beating fast. After he hung up, she looked at him questioningly, her ears eager to hear the words come out of his mouth, and he didn’t disappoint. Unable to speak for a minute, he nodded frantically, biting his lower lip to hold back happy tears. She made no such attempt however and broke into tears, letting out a heavy relieved sigh, “Take me to him.” She pleaded. “They have just retrieved him, he would not be in the best shape. Why don’t you go back to your class and meet him tomorrow?” Having lost all interest in Eleanor and the conversation, he just seemed eager to drive off now. She
“If you ever dare to do that again, I will kill you before those kidnappers do,” Roth sat on his other side, saying furiously. “And I will help him do that,” Eleanor said just as furiously, holding up a warning finger. Tristan tried to look scared, “No, no, I was just saying how happy I am to see both of my best friends get along.” Eleanor folded back her finger and Roth sunk back into his place, with a grin, “Just wait till you hear what a little rascal your sophisticated little Miss Eleanor Psychology is.” Tristan watched both of them with a peaceful smile, listening to Roth tell him Eleanor’s lock-picking and Eleanor telling him about how Roth had been scared of getting caught. x - x - xRoth had taken the doctor’s advice for Tristan’s bed-rest pretty seriously, so now everything from his meal to tissue papers were delivered to him on bed. Tristan had rolled his eyes the last time his nurse had handed him the tissue paper from his nightstand when he had as much as made a face l