Chapter 2

Tristian's POV

I was sitting around with my best friends after our annual meeting this Saturday night, and it took an unexpected turn when I noticed the woman in front of me. She was very attractive. She tried really hard to become one with the wall. It was laughable, as she was too beautiful to go unnoticed.

I couldn’t help but admire her, as everything about her was perfect: her ivory skin dotted with freckles, her brown, waist-length hair that suited her perfectly, and her supple, curvaceous figure.

Her long brown hair fell over the shoulders of a red dress, and I glanced down to see her curvy body being hugged by the short dress to her ivory complexion. She was facing away from me.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, and I felt the full impact of what was happening in that brief moment before Natasha irritated me with her presence by obscuring my heavenly view. No one seemed to notice or care. It was just the two of us in a sea of people. I was tracking every moment of her delicious body. I was struck by her beauty and captivated by her warm presence. I was staring openly at her, imagining every possible way of fucking her.

Not only that, but I could see it in her gaze, even from across the room; she, too, was thinking the same. I could smell her from ten feet away. She looked me in the eye as she paved her way in my general direction.

I am stunned. This woman is utterly stunning, and I wanted to make her mine. The way she speaks and laughs captivates me, and when she says hi adorably, I am speechless, and I am sure I would have stammered for the first time in my life if not for Aiden interjecting like the asshole he was.

However, I was thankful to him this time as he saved me from making a fool of myself in front of this divine beauty.

"Hello to you, too, darling," Aiden cooed, extending his hand to her.

"I am Aiden Salvatore, and I promise to make this night memorable for you," he said, flirting with her. Then she looked back at me and accepted his hand.

And this brooding guy over here is Tristian Wolfe, he pointed toward me, still holding her hand.

"I am Kyda," she said, smiling warmly. Aiden was still holding her hand as he introduced her to the rest of our friends, and I was seconds away from punching his face.

I narrowed my gaze at Kyda’s hand, which was still held by Aiden. Why is he still holding her hand?

I guess Zach realized my intention as he pulled Aiden away and introduced himself. Before it could go any further, I took her hand and pulled her away from my friends.

She met my gaze unwaveringly, a trait that intrigued me. She was straightforward and sincere, qualities I didn’t often encounter.

"Tristian Wolfe," I said, extending a hand. Her patchouli scent was divine.

"Kyda Woods," she replied, shaking my hand.  

As the server came with the drinks, we fell into an easy conversation. Adin, being Adin, started with jokes he thought were funny, according to him. But my finger was twitching to pull the trigger on the waste of space—my best friend, Aiden, said otherwise.

She was laughing. She looked ethereal—otherworldly beautiful. I was captivated, and there was this pesky, uncomfortable feeling in my heart that I didn’t understand. I wanted to keep that smile to myself. Likewise, I was hard since the moment I laid my eyes on her, and it was not helping that she looked ravishing in her short red dress.

Stop eye-fucking her and fuck her instead. Cillian murmured in a low voice meant only for my ear.

I took my phone, feigning not to have heard him. He let out a low chuckle.

I kept glancing at her. Zach whispered something in Aiden’s ear. Adin looked and smirked at me.

"I sadly have to leave," Aiden said as he bent and pressed a soft kiss on Kyda’s cheek, and I was ready to murder my friend for a woman I just met.

Aiden left with Zach and Cillian, and I was alone with Kyda. She opened her pretty mouth to speak, but she closed her mouth. She looked adorably nervous all of a sudden.

Kyda stood on her wobbly leg and almost face-planted herself on the floor. I caught her by her waist.

You need a ride home? " I asked as I finished my drink.

We walked to the car park in silence, side by side, the air thick with sexual tension. We arrived at a black car. I was about to open the door for her, but instead I swirled her around and pinned her body against the car.

"I'm sorry, but I've wanted to do this all night." I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to me, kissing hard. I could not stop; one kiss was not enough. I wanted more, so I went ahead and kissed her mouth and her neck. I pushed my body against hers; I knew she could feel my erection. She moaned as my hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer.

You are coming with me. I growled, kissing her again. She nodded her head, still looking dazzled.

I pushed her into the passenger seat and drove out of the parking lot. We reached my penthouse in the city. I opened the door for her before she could do it herself.

We rode the elevator up to my penthouse. The door swung shut behind us, and I pressed my lips to hers. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard before hoisting her up, her leg wrapped around my waist and my mouth still on her soft lips. I walked to my room. I pushed her back against the door and pinned her wrists.

My eyes move to her breasts, up her legs, and back to her face.

She looks so good in heels. They pull her calves tight. They make her long, slender legs look incredible