Tristan's POV:

She gazed into my eyes in puzzlement.

"But you still hurt me," she said.

I let go of her arm and ran my hands into my hair.

"I regret it every day. I hope you forgive me," I told her while looking down at the floor in guilt.

I was ashamed for saying cruel things to her and forcing Nate to punch. Now, discovering about her dad has made me furious about my actions. I hadn't only hurt her physically but also mentally by bringing up the memories of her abusive childhood.

I felt a small hand on my shoulder and turned to find her smiling. I was blown away at how beautiful she looked with the wide grin on her face.

"I forgive you only for forcing Nate to punch me," she said.

I didn't know how but her words removed a heavy feeling from my heart.

She picked the bottle then took a mouthful gulp. I was impressed with the way she kept drinking despite making the disgusting faces after every sip.

I grasped her hand and kissed it.

"I promise I will not hurt you again," I told her, staring into her brown doe eyes.

She moved closer and touched my face.

I had never felt the goosebumps in my life when any female touched me. Her touch was like a fire, burning my skin with desire.

"Bella?" I called her name to stop her from caressing my cheek.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" She asked, gazing into my eyes.

My tongue felt heavy, I forgot how to speak.

I didn't know how to tell her that I might be falling in love with her. I had forgotten how to think straight when she was around. I had been worried sick all day and couldn't concentrate on anything except her face. I had been unable to fûçk any woman for months because she was always in my mind.

I never had a girlfriend. I had never fallen in love with any woman in my life. I always had prostitutes in my life, they know very well how to satisfy the needs of men and when their work is done, they leave my bed to warm another. After having sex with those women, I always felt this vague feeling in my heart—like I needed something more.

With Bella, I felt like I have found that. I didn't even want to have her physically but being near her give me the satisfaction which even sex couldn't give me.

I didn't know if it was the right time or choice to confess my feelings for her but the voice in my head was telling me to follow my heart because I might never get this chance again.

Her face looked flushed and her eyes were twinkling. I was drunk and she was too. I knew if I confessed something tonight she wouldn't probably remember in the morning.

"You haven't answered me yet," She said with a cute pout on her lips.

"Promise me, you will not tell a soul about what I am going to share with you," I said feeling my heart race inside my chest.

"Your secret is going to be safe with me if you give me another bottle of that goodness," she whispered, eyeing the beer bottle.

"I am not sure if you can handle more drink," I told her.

She began pouting. "I can handle it. I'm a tough girl."

She showed me her muscles and I laughed.

"Hey, stop laughing," she said punching my chest.

I grabbed the last bottle and opened it. I took a sip and smirked.

"There's no more beer for you, sadly," I said, placing the bottle on the table.

She looked at me in shock then glared at me folding her arms.

"You're so mean," she said.

Then she picked my beer bottle and drank from it until it's half empty. She cleaned her mouth the back of her hand while I just looked at her with my mouth agape.

"Now tell me, what were you saying?" She asked placing the bottle down on the table.

I stammered gazing at her cute face and sexy hair. She looked like a sinfully gorgeous goddess sitting in front of me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her flash on my chest.

She didn't attempt to pull away, just gave me the dazed look.

"What are you doing, Tristan?" She breathed out.

When my name rolled out of her tongue I lost all my sense. The beer didn't leave me as confounded as hearing my name from her soft voice did. Her voice tugged something in my heart.

"Say it again," I demanded, leaning my head closer.

"What?" She asked me confused.

"I want to hear you say my name again," I told her.

She raised her perfect eyebrows at me.

"What was your name? Yeah, I remember. It's badass Mafia boss," She said in a singsong voice.

She gave me a cheeky smile.

"That's not my name," I told her.

She pretended to think then shrugged.

"I don't remember now," she said with a pout.

"Oh, really? You don't remember my name."

She shook her head, placing her hand on my chest.

My heart stopped beating. Her action was so innocent yet so thrilling. I didn't know what was happening to me because in twenty-six years of my life I had never felt nervous yet excited for something.

Her hand moved upward to my jaw and she began caressing it. I shuddered and my hand slipped to her waist.

"Bella?" I called her name to catch her attention.

"Oh, you were telling me something," she said blinking her eyes.

"I...I think. I...I'm in love with you," I confessed.

She gazed with the frown.

I knew it was stupid to confess my feelings to her because the next morning she would hate me for everything that I had done to her and Gabriel. But I still took the risk of expressing the feelings of my soul.

"Why would you love me?" She asked, looking puzzled.

With my other hand, I stroked her cheek and she shuddered.

"Your skin feels soft like silk. Your chocolate brown eyes are mesmerizing. No matter what you say and do, you always look cute. Your lips look like rose petals, pink and soft. You're a beautiful girl but that's not why I have fallen for you," I said.

She gulped looking nervous.

"Then why?" She asked innocently.

"You have a beautiful heart, Bella. Your kind and loving heart make you the most appealing girl in my eyes. Your sweet and sarcastic nature is what makes me want to enjoy your company. You came like a breath of fresh air in my life. My heart never felt so fragile but when you're close it wants to jump out of my chest," I told her.

She placed her head on my chest then looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's beating really fast," she mumbled.

"It's your entire fault," I told her.

She sat up and glanced at me with a puzzled look on her face then her eyes flickered to my lips. She moved closer to me and said, "Kiss me."

I stared at her in shock.

"W...what?" I asked, stammering.

She circled her arms around my neck and gazed into my eyes.

"Kiss me," her voice came out huskier than before.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing her to me and capturing her lips in a kiss. I  moved my lips slowly yet sensually, not rushing her into anything. I took my time nibbling on the softest rosebuds. She climbed on my lap, following my actions.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but she proved me wrong and began to nibble on my lower lip. I was stunned and unintentionally tightened my grip on her waist. She gasped and I took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Her hands fisted my hair when I started to explore her sweet mouth, tasting the most addictive flavor mixed with beer. She battled with my tongue, copying me. Her actions were sloppy but I didn't care because it was still the best feeling in life being with her.

Finally, we pulled away breathing hard. She gazed into my eyes with a shy grin on her face.

I placed a kiss on her nose and she scrunched it.

"You're awfully cute," I whispered.

"And I am sleepy," she said yawning like a baby.

I chuckled at how innocent yet incredibly sexy she looks with the swollen lips and ruffled hair.

"Let's take you to your bed then," I said.

I picked her in my arms and carried her to the guest room. I placed her on the bed and covered her with a quilt but she grabbed my wrist.

"Don't go, please," she pleaded, batting her long lashes.

I cursed myself for getting enchanted by her innocence.

"You and I both will regret this night if I stayed here," I told her.

She sat up and began to remove my suit jacket. I shook my head and removed my jacket throwing it on the floor.

She pointed her fingers at my shoes and said, "No shoes on my bed."

"The drunk you is quite demanding," I mumbled removing my shoes.

She pulled me on the bed then covered us with a quilt.

I didn't know why I was being so stupid but maybe that's what you do when you are in love.

She placed her head on my shoulder, draping her arm over me.

"Switch off the lights," she whispered.

I turned off the lamp and started to stroke her head.

"Probably in the morning you won't remember anything, Bella. But I will always remember this night. You've given me something to cherish for as long as I am alive which wouldn't be for long because my fate isn't any better from my father's fate. Someday someone would betray me, murder me and then take over this business. However, a small part of my heart wishes to keep you here all my life with me. I want to live with you and get old with you but I know keeping you here with me wouldn't be a wise move. My dad did everything to keep my mother save but he still failed. She was killed brutally by his enemies," I told her, sighing as the memories of her lifeless body came into my mind.

"I don't want the same fate for you as my mother. I really hate Gabriel, even his whole family, but for your sake, I will not kill him. After I will get the chip, I will let you leave with him. He can give you the happiness you deserve and a beautiful future that I would never be able to give you. It doesn't mean that I would stop loving you ever," I said looking down at her to notice that she had fallen asleep.

I got out of the bed and kissed her head one last time.

"I will always love you, Bella. Always," I whispered into her ear before leaving her room.

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Published: 21-Feb-2017