Chapter 59: 59

When we landed, I wasn't allowed to see where we were. Tristan told me to just trust him and I did. So now, as he drives me to I don't know where, I keep my attention on a book I'm reading and avoid looking out the window.

The drive was about a half hour long, and wherever we are, it was cold outside.

"We're here." Tristan grunts, sliding out of the car and coming to my side. As always, he helps me down and as soon as we get out of the car, he squeezes my hand tightly. As if he wants to assure me because he knows, he knows I'm about to get really emotional.

My heart starts racing and I'm unable to breathe. Out of all the places in the world, this is where I never thought I'd come.

My eyes circle the place and I look back at Tristan who's staring at me with a slight apologetic look.

"H-How did you..." I choke up but soon feel him rub on my hand. That feels nice.

"I've been told you wanted to come here." He states in a blank tone, his rough voice void of any playfulness.

I wasn't physically nor emotionally prepared to come here. But this was somewhere I always wanted to come to, no matter how hard it can be. But due to my financial situation throughout my entire life, I was never able to.

"I'm sorry, love. Let's just go back if you don't want to be here." Tristan says beside me but I'm not focused on him, I'm focused on where I am. The brown leaves falling down on us, the loud wind invading the chilling silence, some birds flying and landing on thombstones.

He's brought me to my mother's grave.

I shake my head at Tristan to which he purses his lips and starts walking, holding my hand. "Watch your step." He softens his tone and turns around to check on me, motioning me to be careful of some rocks that line the grass pathway.

My memory of this place is very blurry, but hell if I ever forget where my mom was buried. When my dad used to kick me out of the house, I sometimes came here to sleep beside her, to remind myself that she's still with me. So many cold nights I've spend curled up beside her grave.

As we arrive, I swallow and look down at her grave. Her name engraved on the faded stone, flowers growing on the grass and twigs growing and surrounding her thombstone. I can feel tears in my eyes but I hold them back.

I don't know if I can handle this.

"I'll give you a moment alone." He says, starting to walk away but I hold him back.

"Can you- can you please stay with me?" I plead, sniffling and no longer holding back my tears.

"Yeah, I got you." He says, squinting his eyes and softening his eyes at me.

There was a long eternal silence where I just kneeled there, soothing my fingers on my mother's thombstone. I shed a tear on her grave and continued to stare at it, dazed, like it was the last thing I'm going to do.

"You want to tell me about her?" Tristan asks, unexpectedly and out of the blue.

I take a deep breath then start "She was my best friend. And she was so nice to me. She always pretended to be happy but she wasn't. M-My dad, he used to hit her but s-she stayed with him for me. When she died, h-he forced me to work and kicked me out whenever I didn't bring any money. I-I ran away when I was fifteen." I open up to him and pour my heart out, hoping I won't regret it later.

"Why?" Tristan asks blankly, intrigued to know more about me. Should I tell him?

In some weird way, Tristan has really been there for me. He protects me, cares for me and tries to get through to me but I never allowed him to. I was always on edge and on the guard around him. But for some reason, right here, right now, I wasn't scared to tear down my walls and let him in. Because I just feel that he won't judge me, he never has.

"He wanted money, so he got payed by a few men in exchange for....In excha-" I gather my strength to finish my sentence. I feel safe around him enough to tell him. "In exchange for my virginity."

As soon as those words escape my mouth, I feel Tristan tense beside me. His fists balled up and his jaw gritted with a hard frown on his face. Although, he manages to maintain his composure.

"Do you know where he is?" He whispers and I shake my head. I consider my dad dead, it's easier than dreading that someday I'll bump into him.

"It made me feel like no one wants me. Even my dad didn't." I cry, embarrassed that I'm admiting this yet somehow safe that it's Tristan I'm confiding in.

"I want you." He casually declares, making my heart burst. He knows exactly what to say.

"Really?" I ask, my voice cracking, wiping my eyes and staring up at him with teary eyes. He nods at me, his hand going under my jaw and his thumb collecting the tears that wet my face.

"Mhm, I always will." He assures me and I nuzzle into his hand. "You have no fucking idea how perfect you are."

If it was any other guy, he would've realized how messed up my life was and left. But Tristan, he stayed with me and consoled me, he listened to me and selflessly lent me his attention.

My heart flutters to his statement and my stomach churns with the overwhelming amount of emotions I'm feeling. And it was at that moment when I realized that I was starting to have feelings for him.

My mind wraps around my recent realization. I can't believe I have feelings for him. There have been so many opportunities where I could've escaped, where I could've left all of this behind but I didn't. Because in the back of my head, I didn't want to leave him. He casted a spell on me and it worked.

"I didnt even say goodbye to her." I shake my head and sniffle, taking my attention back to my mom. I'll always regret that I never got to tell her how much I loved her for the last time.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. I bet she's really proud of you." He assures me, pulling me in his embrace and shushing my cries that sound like wheezes.

"Do you want to go home?" He asks, looking me straight in the eye as I nod at him.

I want to thank him for doing this. It wasn't anywhere near expensive but it means so much to me. It holds a special place in my heart.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here. I always wanted to visit her." I hug him again and mutter softly in his chest as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

"You're welcome, angel." He says, stroking my hair and softening his tone. "It's getting cold, let's get you in the car." He ushers, pulling me out of his warm embrace and tugging on my hand. I place a kiss on her thombstone and mutter "Goodbye mom. I love you." before going back to Tristan and making our way towards the car.

***

Shutting the door behind him, Tristan pulls me into the house and locks it behind him. Apparently, he had other plans for us once we got back but I kindly asked him if I can just go back to the house. And as expected, he said yes.

I notice, upon my arrival, that Claire is gone. I make my way up to the bedroom with Tristan and start preparing for a night in.

He locks the door behind him and takes off his shoes, eyeing me with lust. He starts taking off his jacket off and stalking closer to me.

Without wasting any second, he claims my lips and starts moving his with mine in a passionate kiss. "Let me undress you." He pants against my lips as I shyly nod at him.

He makes it his mission to take off my clothes ever so slowly, not forgetting to slip in a compliment here and there.

Minutes later, I'm fully undressed and so is he. I stand there with my cheeks flushed and my hair draped across my body, covering my entire back along with my breasts and waist.

Tristan picks me up, entering me without any warning as I hold on to him and wrap my legs around him. His arms find the small of my back and he suffocates his body with mine. He takes me to the bed where he semi lays down with his back against the headboard and with me sitting on top of him, straddling him, his manhood so deep inside of me.

We stare at eachother and he moves my hair behind my back. I hesitantly soothe my hand on his face and he watches me do so, his eyes piercing into mine. His hands rest on my thighs as we continue to gaze at each other as the skin on my palm grazes over his stubble.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, raising his brow and I slowly nod. I know that now.

He grips on my hips and pulls me closer to him as my hand rests on his torso and explores his toned body.

Tristan tugs on my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. He tilts my head and starts kissing on my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and let him kiss on my neck as I lay my chin on his shoulder and let my fingers go to his hair.

He catches me off guard when he pulls his hips up and thrusts into me, making me bounce and I grip tighter on him. "Fuck" he grunts, repeating the process in a very slow manner. I moan into him which only makes him thrust harder into me and continuing to passionately have sex with me.

We stayed up till sunrise, wrapped up in each other's arms, our writhing bodies intertwined and our sounds of pleasure filling the room.