Because I Want To Fuck You Too.

Tristan D'Leon's POV

"Do you want to take a shower first?" I asked again, my voice smooth yet casual.

Only then did Jade finally turn her attention back to me.

She had been lost in thought, her expression unreadable. I could tell something was stirring inside her mind something dark, something dangerous. But only heaven knew what.

Then, to my surprise, her lips curled into a warm smile.

"Sure," she said, her voice softer than before. "You want to be my drinking buddy? That actually sounds fun. And you're right, I just wanted to be alone. I've got too much on my mind."

She exhaled slowly before adding, "I can't stop thinking about the accident."

I nodded knowingly. I thought as much.

Without another word, I got up from the bed and began unbuttoning my shirt.

The moment I pulled it open, revealing my broad chest, Jade's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

She stared...no, gawked as if she had just seen a ghost. Her gaze locked onto my tattoo, a large, intricate rose inked over my chest.

She was drawn to it.

Fascinated. Shocked. Captivated.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

Have I ever mentioned that my tattoo was drawn using the Jade pendant embedded in her heart?

Oh yes. It was.

Considering my vampire healing ability, ordinary tattoo ink wouldn't last on my skin. The moment a regular tattoo needle touched me, the wound would heal instantly. That's why I had to use a spiritual artifact to make it permanent.

The Jade pendant was perfect.

"Jade?" I called out, breaking through whatever trance she had fallen into.

She blinked rapidly, snapping out of it.

"Oh yes?" Her voice was slightly breathless, as if she had just realized she'd been staring.

"Why are you taking off your shirt?" she asked, swallowing hard.

Her gaze was still fixed on my chest. On the rose.

I chuckled. "To take a shower too, of course. We both had a long day, and it's only right we freshen up."

Then, tilting my head slightly, I added, "Do you love roses?"

For a brief moment, Jade just stared at me, as if processing the question.

Then, she swallowed again and raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Her lips parted slightly before she finally answered. "Oh… yes. They're beautiful."

A knowing smile crossed my lips. Interesting.

"Yeah, I love flowers too," I admitted. "Especially roses. My obsession with them led me to get this tattoo."

I smiled again, letting her believe it was a simple preference. But the truth?

The truth was, my lover's name was Rose.

She adored roses. She was obsessed with them.

And just like everything else I cherished, I inked a permanent reminder of her onto my body.

The rose across my chest.

The tiny jade pendant tattoo on my neck.

Jade didn't need to know that, though.

"Anyway," I said, shifting the conversation, "do you have an extra towel?"

"Sure," she murmured, her voice quieter this time.

She turned away and walked toward her dresser, pulling out a fresh white towel which he handed over to me.

Before I could say anything else, she grabbed another one, a pink towel and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair as I took a seat on the bed, patiently waiting for Jade to be done so that I can have a shower too.

Moments Later…

After what felt like forever, the bathroom door finally creaked open.

I lifted my gaze, only to feel my breath hitch.

Jade stood before me, fresh from the shower, her skin still damp and glistening.

A pink towel was wrapped securely around her chest, hugging her curves perfectly.

Damn.

My throat went dry, and I found myself swallowing hard.

I had seen her naked before.

I had touched her. Felt her. Been inside her.

But now, standing before me like this, she still managed to ignite something deep within me.

Memories of that night came flooding back, her soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips, the way she unraveled under me.

I could still hear her moans.

Still feel her nails digging into my back.

And now?

Now, I wanted to rip that towel off her this instant.

"You should take your shower too, so we can get down to business," Jade said, her voice smooth and teasing, bringing me back from my whirlpool of thoughts.

I found myself nodding without hesitation. Without wasting time, I rose from my seat and walked past her into the bathroom.

The moment I stepped inside, I was met with a sea of pink.

Pink tiles. Pink towels. Pink everything.

I exhaled heavily. This wasn't even my main concern right now.

No, my real problem was the hard, aching length pressing against my shorts, begging to be freed.

Oh, fuck it.

I ran a hand through my damp hair, my jaw tightening. This wasn't love. This wasn't betrayal.

This was lust.

A necessary act in reclaiming what was mine.

That was the only thing that mattered.

Wasting no more time, I shoved my shorts down, finally freeing my seven-inch beast, the rose tattoo on it standing bold as ever.

Mocking me.

I turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade from my head down to my feet, hoping it would wash away the tension coiling in my body.

For a moment, I closed my eyes, allowing the water to soothe me.

Then, I cracked them open again, lowering my gaze to my throbbing erection.

The rose tattoo stared back at me, a painful reminder of my dead lover. A symbol of what I had lost.

And yet, here I was.

About to betray her memory once more.

I inhaled sharply. No. This was necessary.

After what felt like forever, I turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist before exiting the bathroom.

A slow, sensual melody played in the background, filling the room with an unmistakable tension.

I glanced around, noticing the small setup on the table, a bottle of strong alcohol, two glasses, and an assortment of snacks: chinchin, cookies, and other treats Jade had probably kept in her room before.

The television was on, though neither of us were paying it any mind.

Jade soon turned her gaze towards me with a wide smile plastered on her face. "Feel better?" she asked, her voice carrying a sultry undertone.

I nodded my head in response and walked up to her, sat down beside her, my towel still tied around my waist.

Jade still had hers on too, which will make things easier. Less work when the time came.

Reaching for the bottle, I popped it open and poured the dark liquid into both glasses, handing one to her before picking up my own.

Jade didn't hesitate.

She tilted her head back and downed the entire glass in one gulp.

I followed suit, feeling the heat of the alcohol burn its way down my throat.

Without a word, Jade refilled both glasses.

"What's going through your mind?" she suddenly asked, her gaze lifting to mine. A smirk danced on her lips.

I leaned back slightly, studying her. "Aren't we both thinking about the accident? And how to catch the culprit?"

I threw back my second glass just as she did, the liquid burning just the same.

This time, I refilled the cups.

Jade chuckled lightly, tilting her head. Her smirk widened.

"Oh, really?" she drawled, raising a brow. "Or are you thinking about fucking me?"

I choked on my drink.

Coughing slightly, I placed the glass down, clearing my throat as I stared at her in disbelief.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, my voice rougher than intended.

Jade met my gaze, her eyes dark and unreadable.

"Because I want to fuck you too," she said bluntly.

I stiffened. My grip on the glass tightened.

What the fuck?She wasn't drunk nor slurring.

She sounded dead serious.

My mind raced. Did she remember me? Did she realize I was the same man she had fucked that night?

Or…

Was this just the kind of life she lived?

Did she marry three husbands just so she could fuck them whenever she pleased? Switch between them as she desired?