Went out with pals.

Let’s speak tomorrow? Please?

XO

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PINNACLE

“Fuuuck!”

I roared louder than a raging bull. After studying Tristen’s message, I gripped the cellphone till my knuckles turned white after which smashed it towards the tiles till it was scrap for the recycling bin.

What the fuck was that textual content? Tris couldn’t have been extra distant with me if she was a cordial stranger. And ending it with a goddamn XO? She would possibly as effectively have taken a knife and twisted it into my balls.

This was the worst shitstorm turnaround of a day. How might it go from absolute perfection to fucking this?

Due to these two idiots.

I might been thrown again to the insecure quadrant—not figuring out if Tris needed extra of me, of us, of our future.

My keyboard seemed like an assault rifle firing via the room as I furiously typed, ordering my assistant to ship a brand new cellphone to my handle inside the hour. Inside, a voice reproached me for being assholish to my subordinates, particularly on a weekend. However in the present day’s occasions had left me uncooked like a stay wire, unable to comprise my instability. To assuage my conscience, I rapidly promised I’d give that assistant a bonus earlier than forgetting all about them.

Till the cellphone arrived, I buried my nostril in each single social media account Tristen owned. When these confirmed no updates, I started checking her pals’ accounts obsessively, in case considered one of them may need tagged her in a photograph. Nonetheless, there have been no outcomes.

Forty-five minutes handed, and my anxiousness morphed right into a full-blown panic. What if Tristen was altering her thoughts about us? Her message had been chilly. Brutal.

There was at all times the likelihood that she was out having a pleasant dinner together with her pals or enjoyable at a spa, however I reminded myself that her finest pals have been as wild as mine. And they might do something to make her neglect in regards to the happenings of the day.

And that concern was realized ten minutes later.

A Grupygram notification popped up within the nook of my display. Then one other. And one other…and my abdomen twisted right into a trefoil knot.

See, Grupygram was a distinct kind of social media software. Adults solely, if you’ll. I turned an angel investor within the venture a month in the past as a result of Dom spearheaded it, and I needed each alternative to get a foothold in Tristen’s tight-knit circle. The aim of Grupygram was to rearrange consensual events for teams bigger than ten, and the occasions might be anyplace from swinging, to kinky, to debauched past one’s creativeness.

And this one? The celebration at present lighting up my display was a riotous bacchanalia, and each single photograph had not less than considered one of Tristen’s pals tagged.

The pictures flooding via the app made my coronary heart leap out of my throat. One pic confirmed Selena being spit-roasted. Two slides later, Mia was bouncing on some man’s dick whereas one other sucked her tits. As soon as I noticed Dom fretting 4 guys, I closed the app, my hand shaking from shock. If my lady had run off to a celebration that wild in response to the ladies this afternoon, how far would she go to neglect the incident? Would she go so far as hate-fucking?

No. No person else was going to the touch Tristen. She was mine. Her bare magnificence was solely mine to see, to the touch, to worship. No different particular person would have that privilege.

I used to be going to pull her out of that celebration, even when she was only a spectator. Straight away, I chartered a flight to their vacation spot. Nervousness and concern pulsed via my veins as I hurriedly wearing an off-the-cuff match of denims, a tee, and a leather-based jacket. My ideas wandered over a thousand “what ifs,” every yet another distressing than the subsequent till the arrival of my new cellphone pulled me out of my head.

Tristen’s quantity was burned into my mind; I might have referred to as her the moment the cellphone was in my palms. However I made a decision towards it. If I had already landed in Oman earlier than I referred to as, Tristen could be much less more likely to ship me again. Each minute dragged into an hour whereas I waited for the aircraft to the touch down. My knee bounced, and my fingers raked via my hair a number of instances a minute. I wanted her voice in my ear, to listen to her promise that she was nonetheless mine, to know every thing could be all proper.

I held my breath because the cellphone dialed. One ring, two, and my thoughts conjured lots of of debauched acts that will maintain Tristen away from the decision. By the fourth ring, I used to be begging each saint in heaven to make her decide up the cellphone.

“Child?” she referred to as for me.

Fuck.

I used to be ecstatic the primary time Tristen referred to as me “child,” however that was nothing in comparison with this second, when she answered the cellphone in a smooth however raspy voice. Tonight, that endearment time period had calmed my fears to hush.

“Lorcan?” she referred to as out once more. Torpid.

I cleared my throat and gathered my ideas. “Babe, I do know you stated you wanted to be with your folks, however…”

The cellphone barely picked up her whispers. “Lor, speak to me. What’s occurring?”

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