Her pajama

Strange, Liliana entered her room. How did he get to be in front of her so fast without her noticing? Was she that hurt by his unfriendly behavior that she wasn't able to realize when he was standing in front of her? Ah, she shook her head, thinking of puzzling and confusing things makes her dizzy, so she quit wondering.

Why was Tristan just so not nice to her? He acted like she begs to be in his life, no one had ever treated her that way, instead, they cherished her for her kindness, but he was radically different. Well, what should she expect from a man with tattoos and a rough, unpleasant voice?

Liliana had prepared her bed, ready to sleep when her doorbell rang, feeling reluctant, she went to open the door to see Tristan.

He gave her that evil smile of his that Liliana never finds suspicious. "Liliana," he called her name gently and his voice sounded pleasant and silvery. "I can't sleep, so I brought this," he lifted a bottle of strong alcohol named Bacardí rum, and she grimaced her face.

"I'm sorry Tristan, but I don't drink," she declined before he could ask.

"Won't you do it for your friend?" He asked and then she became silent. Tristan sighed, he knew she was battling on what to do. And he loved it, she can't refuse him because she was too nice for her own good. "Okay," he said and was about to leave, but she pulled him back. Victory!

It was the first time she touched his skin, she had only shaken hands with him.

"You can come in," she said and with that evil grin of his, he went into her spotless shiny and pure house. He found a chair and sat down, placing the bottle on the table.

Liliana went straight to the kitchen and came back with two glass cups before sitting on another chair.

Still, in silence, he poured both of them a glass, and he picked his to gulp it down at once.

"Why can't you sleep?" She asked, his dark eyes turned to her. Liliana was already perceiving the strong alcohol and wondered how he swallowed that at once. She wasn't going to drink this…drink, Alcohol!

"I don't know, I think I'm disturbed about something," he said. Well, the truth was that he couldn't sleep, but having to drink with her wasn't a good intention. He stared at her and noticed she didn't want to drink. "You really don't drink?" He asked, pouring himself another glass. She nodded.

"No, I don't."

"But why don't you try it… just once," he lifted the glass to her face. She stared at it and the smell was so strong that it might choke her. Liliana had to turn away. "Just once," he whispered, so she collected the glass. When she tasted it, sipping it, she had to swig the drink at once and grimaced her face, then, felt the heat from her tongue down to her throat and then down to her stomach, it was kind of refreshing.

Tristan poured her another and she drank that too with a grimaced face. The heat in her stomach sold her out, she loved the drink already, but the third time she refused and stared at him for a while.

Liliana was sitting casually but after drinking, she wasn't anymore. She leaned back against the chair and then peered at Tristan who was smiling evilly, he had succeeded, Liliana was drunk.

Now that, she was intoxicated, she didn't know what she was doing anymore all she knew was that she was ready to sleep. Still leaning back against the chair. Tristan stood up and went to her side. He took off his shirt and was left half-naked. He leaned closer to her and seeing that, with glazing eyes, Liliana leaned backwards until he was steadily on top of her.

Liliana was drunk, but she knew what was going on. With how close they were, he wanted something from her, and that was to...

When Tristan leaned closer, he kissed her lips as he caged her underneath him. "Why did you drink landlady when you know you can't control yourself after drinking, huh?"

Liliana would have given him a fitting reply, but she felt tongue-tied and frazzled. What had the drink done to her?!

When he leaned down on her trying to taste her lips again, she tried to avert it, but he was always getting the best part of her.

Tristan was also drunk but knew how to control himself.

"Please Tristan, don't do this, I beg you," she pleaded reluctantly, everything she saw was spinning, and her head was about to shut down. He wasn't listening to her, so he began to unbutton her shirt and rain her neck with kisses, he brushed his face on her sensitive skin, and she lost it but inside her, she didn't want it. She was crying as he took so many moves on her. "Please Tristan, don't do this," she pleaded in a whisper with her tears streaming down her face. "I don't want this," she said and shut her eyes closed, releasing the tears that bubbled in her eyes. Tristan stared at her for a while after she slept off. What was wrong with him?

The next morning, Liliana woke up to find herself on her bed and was beneath her bedsheet. She tried to recall all that happened last night but couldn't, so she sat up and took a deep breath and reversed her memory to when she returned from work. She made dinner and saw the food she preserved for Tristan.

She went to his doorstep to give it to him, but he declined, he eventually accepted the meal, but she was still wondering how he ended up in front of her in a flash. She was in her room when she heard her bell rang, and she opened the door to see Tristan. He suggested they drink, and they did. They drank and…and…and what else? How on Earth did she get into her room if they were drinking?! She looked at herself and saw she was in her pajama, the one she likes to wear. Wait…wait, she needed to calm herself down. What did Tristan do to her? Last night she was in her formal dress, and now she was in her pajama!

Did he do something to her? And if she was in her pajama, that means he took off her clothes and saw her naked body! Aaah! That can't be possible, if he saw her nakedness then did he…

She stood up and ran to her bathroom, she slightly inserted her index and middle finger inside her vagina to see if she'd feel that much pain but didn't. Oh, thank goodness! She was a doctor, so she must know how a girl feels after sex. She'd feel pain and soreness down her. He didn't do anything to her, that was such a total relief.

Liliana wore her clothes and went to his house. She wanted more details about what happened, and she wished he'd tell her the truth.

She rang and rang his doorbell but got no response, she tried opening the door, but it was locked, he might not be at home. So, she went back to her house and got ready for work before leaving.

When she was driving down the street back home, she saw Tristan, and then, she sensed something bad was going to happen. Liliana looked forward and saw an old man about to cross the road and a bus coming, the driver wasn't focused on the road and there was a big possibility that the old man might…

She parked her car and ran to the old man, Liliana stopped him exactly when the bus drove by. Then she looked back at the bus in horror and also had a vivid thought of the old man on the floor looking lifeless, she shook off those thoughts. Liliana heaved a deep sigh of relief and stared at the old man. "Are you okay, sir?" She asked.

The old man was also in shock, he would have died if this beautiful young lady didn't come to save him. Oh, God! He took Liliana's hand and pulled her for a hug. "Oh, thank you… Thank you, child," he appreciated, and she smiled as a fitting gesture stroking his back.

"Oh no… it's nothing," she said and pulled out of his enfold, Liliana took his hand to help him cross the road. He thanked her again and she offered that sweet smile. "It's okay sir… Take care of yourself," said Liliana, she waved at the man before going back to her car, she looked around but couldn't find Tristan anymore.

Tristan was surprised when he turned around expecting to see the old man lying on the ground, but he saw him hugging a lady and that lady was his Landlady. Damn it! The old man was alive!

He was furious at himself, because of the accident that didn't happen and the chance he lost with her last night. He couldn't believe he listened to her pleas and left her all alone.

Well, he was able to see her ripe cherry-like body, and she was really so hot. She looked really pure. And with being so pure, she was so much sexier than every other girl he had slept with. Every part of her was just so clean and no dark spot on her body. Her white skin was just so perfect, and somehow he liked the fact that she was clean, if he didn't miss the opportunity last night, he'd have stained her pureness, but another time will come when he wouldn't listen to her pleas and make her surrender to him. So, he wore a pajama he found in her wardrobe before taking her to her bed. She hadn't offended him, so he meant no harm to her. He teleported back to his room and saw the bag still on the floor. He took the bag, opened it, took the food inside and trashed them before returning the plates to the bag.

When Tristan got home, he was about to enter his house when heard the noise caused by a working engine. He turned to see his sexy, annoying Landlady driving in.

Tristan couldn't avoid her, and he knew she had so many questions to ask about last night. And he was willing to reply to her questions and add some lies to frighten her. He waited for her to come to him and when she was walking his way. He sat on the short stairs to his house. "Good evening, Tristan" she greeted, looking down at him. Tristan patted the space next to him, and she sat down as he insisted. Looks like he knew why she approached him. Well, that was better. She thought.

"I'm guessing you know why I'm here," she started and he nodded once. She stared at him for a while and was really embarrassed, he had seen her naked. Naked! No...wait, it might not be what she assumed it to be. She shouldn't jump to conclusions yet.

She looked away and sighed, Liliana didn't know how to say it or ask because it was somewhat ridiculous to ask but...

"Last night…" She cleared her throat. "... Were you the one to put on my pajama for me?"

A/N; What will be her reaction?

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