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"It's very simple son. I thought you were smarter than this."

Tristan glared at his dad who was in his robe. He had wanted to see him the whole day but Calvin shunned him. Tristan didn't want to expose himself so he stayed put and waited until dusk. Now, he was in his father's room as he had a bathrobe on.

The country people adores him a lot because he was a president at the age of Thirty-five which was a terrible lie. His age wasn't thirty-five, his look was. Tristan was shattered that it detained his anger and rage.

"You killed the innocent boy and every other innocent child in that orphanage because of some stupid revenge?" Tristan pointed out.

"You've been harping about this ever since you entered this room. It's Yes. I don't want anyone to love you and whosoever makes a mistake of loving you is dead. He will be a goner," Calvin stated clearly to Tristan with hanging brows even though the boy knew.

His anger and hurt arose and his eyes turned red in black, his fangs stuck out as he glared at his father. Tristan swiftly pushed him to the wall and hung him up with his sharp claws entering his neck. "Who do you think you are to make such a decision?" Tristan's voice was louder than the sound of a passing train.

Calvin groaned and pushed his son off before turning to the demon he was too. "Your father. My blood runs in your veins," he glared back and they had a competition on glaring.

Tristan screamed out the moment the little boy's burnt body flashed in his mind and his claws flashed through his father's face. Tristan pushed him to the wall but Calvin stopped him before hitting the wall and tossed the boy down the next second.

Tristan groaned and stood up to attack his father again but received a hit on the face by his opened palm. "You think you can beat me?"

Tristan wanted to fight back and kill his father but then, Liliana called him. His heart that was hammering and racing calmed down as he glared at his Dad. "I'm not fighting you, not now. Just wait and watch what I'll do to you in two days. Please buy yourself some packs of tissues so you can cry your eyes in them." Tristan uttered before vanishing from his sight.

Calvin stared into space as his dark eyes came back to normal with the wounds his son offered him healing slowly. He also was breathing heavily but then sat in bed. Liliana had brought failure to him gradually. He had Tristan to himself. He controlled his son, he made him do whatever he wanted. Tristan was under his control, he was evil, remorseless, ruthless, and stonehearted until this Liliana...

Who was she? How dare she? Who does she think she is? Oh, well. Soon, that girl's head would be his and Tristan would be back to being the demon he was and he'd get his revenge on Tristan once he gets the girl's head. Calvin went to get himself a glass of wine so he could wine in the bathtub as he buries himself in his thoughts.

***

Tristan landed in Liliana's living room but she wasn't there then, he went further to her bedroom to find her bareback, bringing that wild thought to his mind, she was dressing, and called him? Doesn't she think before acting?

Her back was seducing him big time, he bit his lips and groaned. Tristan grimaced his face and his heart reacted in a way he didn't understand! His face turned red and he couldn't swallow, he felt this feeling in his stomach as he watched her. Liliana's hot body had woken his sensitive part and had filled him with need.

In fact, she just wanted to put on her trousers and only her pant covered her lower part. Her white skin looked so delicious and soft. He wanted to explore her the moment she bent to wear her trouser.

Why didn't she dress in her bathroom? Why here?

Tristan groaned and now that his heart was going to explode, he turned around to leave but his hand hit her parent's frame that was on a drawer by the door. Liliana turned around when she was about to wear her shirt without a bra.

Tristan's eyes widened as if it was the first time he saw her naked, saw a woman naked and his eyes didn't look at her face. It went straight to her breast and then...

"Ahh!" Liliana was shocked. She pulled the shirt down immediately and turned away before zipping her trouser and buttoning it. "Tristan!" She yelled and couldn't face him. "Don't you know how to knock?! You. . .you. . . pervert!"

Tristan bit his lower lip and stared at her back feeling sorry, the image of her pink lollipop-like nipples appeared in his head and he groaned again. Liliana didn't know how much he was holding back touching her and grabbing her and exploring her and devouring her and tasting her. If she knew she wouldn't stand a second next to him.

"I didn't expect you to be dressing up in the bedroom."

"Is it your room? I decide where to dress, why are you here?"

"You called me,"

Liliana was about to say something about it but then she remembered when she dropped her clothes on the bed to dress, the bathroom had no fan or AC so it was hot in there. She was thinking of Tristan because she hadn't seen him and wanted to know what he wanted to tell her. So she said out his name. She didn't know he'd hear her.

"I...How did you. . ."

"I also don't know Liliana," he replied. "Will you stop acting like a child now? I've seen you before so don't. . .feel embarrassed."

Liliana realized that but she was still, not embarrassed but she felt unapproving of him seeing her naked. She turned around. "Next time you knock. It's bad invading a lady's privacy," she told him with a big frown and a swollen face.

Tristan found her cute that he had forgotten his misery. He found himself smiling. "I know you don't need to teach me that."

"Still you saw my...how long have you been standing there anyway?" Liliana slowly felt unembarrassed about it. She wasn't embarrassed was what she told herself.

"Umm, when you were wearing your pants." Tristan tried hard not to smile but he failed.

Liliana was dumbstruck, she cursed him in her head as her lips were parted in astonishment. Why? Why then?

"I've told you, I've seen that hot body before, so forget about it. Because I'll see it often."

Liliana didn't believe her ear as it burns after hearing his statement. Often? What did he mean by often? Then, she recalled Raquel's words. He was interested in her, she felt that now. "Tristan," she called his name in that tone that told him she had a question. "What do you mean by often? You mean you've been spying on me anytime I'm making use of my privacy?" She yelled.

Tristan sighed, now she got it wrong. He lowered his head and scratched his forehead before walking closer to her. Before he could grab her hand, she jerked it off and pushed him by the chest. She should stop doing that.

"I'm disappointed, you. . . You"

"I don't. . . don't accuse me falsely," he told her as he hate the way she pushed his chest.

"What about often?" Liliana asked.

"If you keep dressing in the room and I keep entering without knocking."

Liliana hushed and lowered her gaze. Silence rented her room and then it struck her mind about what he promised to tell her. Liliana lifted her gaze. "Have you eaten?" She asked.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"I can cook. . ."

"No, if you drink with me, I'll like that instead," Tristan requested.