You're My Errand Boy.

Jade's POV

Still boiling with anger, I led Tristan out of the company and into the sleek, black Lamborghini waiting outside. The car purred to life as we drove out of the company compound in complete silence. My hands clenched into fists on my lap. I despised when people poked into my business, when they got excessively curious about what I was doing or, worse, about my relationships. It was downright infuriating.

I knew my new family was the reason why reporters hadn't yet swarmed my mansion or workplace. They were doing everything in their power to suppress the news, the Sinclair heiress married to not one, but three men. To me, it was amusing. To others, it was insane.

Of course, they couldn't stop me from announcing it to the world when I decided the time was right. But for now, I was content with letting them handle things. They'd make sure no information slipped before I was ready. And when that moment came, I would personally deliver the news. Then, those insufferable busybodies would have something real to talk about.

The car remained silent as both Tristan and I were preoccupied with our phones. That was until the Lamborghini rolled to a smooth stop, signaling that we had arrived.

The chauffeur, a middle-aged man in a crisp black suit, quickly stepped out and opened my door. Without acknowledging him, I stepped out, smoothing down the hem of my sleek designer dress. Tristan exited on his own, falling into step beside me.

We stood before an elegant pastry shop, its glass windows revealing an inviting, warm interior. Without hesitation, I strode inside, Tristan trailing behind like a silent shadow.

The moment I stepped through the doors, the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked pastries enveloped me, momentarily soothing my nerves. The scent of vanilla, melted chocolate, and caramelized sugar filled the air. I inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly, letting the tension in my shoulders ease just a fraction.

Kira had chosen this place when I asked her for the best pastry shop in town. She had also ensured that the entire building was booked, just as I had instructed. I despised being disturbed when I wanted to indulge myself, and more than anything, I hated eating around humans. The thought alone made my stomach churn.

This was a celebration, after all, my marriage to my three husbands.

Tristan followed closely, his sharp gaze scanning the building. I could sense his unease the moment we arrived, though I wasn't entirely sure if it was because of me or the setting itself. If I had to guess, it was me. My unpredictable temper was enough to keep anyone on edge. He was probably terrified he'd be the next person to get slapped if he failed to do his job properly.

I smirked to myself and made my way to a secluded table, settling into the plush seat. Tristan sat across from me, his movements careful, controlled.

Almost immediately, a young female server approached, her face lighting up with a warm, professional smile. "Welcome to Sweet Delights! I'll be your server today. What can I get for you?"

"I'll have the croquembouche," I said smoothly. "And a cup of coffee." Then, as an afterthought, I added, "My chocolate cake, tell me it's ready."

The server's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Oh! Yes, ma'am. The boss herself is baking it. This is actually the first time a customer has paid such a hefty amount just to book out the shop." She let out a nervous giggle. "Plenty of people try to book private sessions, but even after we told you it wasn't possible, you..." She paused, lowering her voice. "Well, let's just say no one in their right mind would refuse that kind of money."

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "Good."

She bobbed her head quickly, scribbling on her notepad before turning to Tristan. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same," Tristan replied, finally looking up from his phone. I could tell his gaze was fixed on me even though he was putting on his stupid glasses.

The server gave another nod before hurrying off to place our order.

As soon as she was gone, I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest, my gaze locking onto Tristan's. Even though he was putting on glasses, I could still see his eyes even though it's not that clear but I always knew when we both lock gazes.

"I forbid you from revealing anything about your relationship with me to any of the staff," I said, my voice laced with warning. "I didn't bring you to the company so you could run your mouth. You are to do what I ask, nothing more, nothing less." I leaned forward slightly, my tone sharpening. "Step out of line, and you will regret it."

Tristan held my stare, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he smirked as he adjusted in his seat, crossing his legs with an air of arrogance. His gaze met mine, taunting, challenging.

"Regret it?" he drawled. "As in...you'll slap me across the face just like you slapped Alexander this morning?" He leaned forward slightly, his smirk widening. "And why exactly do you want to keep the relationship private? You can't hide it for too long. People are going to find out eventually."

I scoffed, my smirk mirroring his. "I know that, and I want them to find out from me."

Just then, the female server approachedwith our order, carefully placing the tray on the table.

"Your cake will be here soon, ma'am," she said with a warm smile.

I acknowledged her with a curt nod, dismissing her as she walked away.

Turning my attention back to Tristan, I narrowed my eyes. "Hey, stop trying to act like we're close or something. You're not entitled to ask me questions. Remember your duty, you're my errand boy, nothing more." I picked up my coffee, taking a slow sip, savoring the rich bitterness.

Tristan let out a scoff, his expression shifting into one that almost screamed disbelief. He didn't have to say it, I could see it. He thought I was crazy.

"But I think you're wrong about one thing," he mused, prompting me to raise a questioning brow.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"This contract marriage, it's meant to make you happy, isn't it?" Tristan leaned back, his voice smooth, confident. "You married three men to see which one of us would eventually steal your heart and, of course, inherit everything that comes with it." His smirk deepened.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation, tilting my head. "Don't tell me you're already getting fed up and want to quit."