Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Amelia's POV

After they all left, I glared at Tristan but also was apprehensive about what he would be asking me to do now. He pulled me to his blue Mercedes, and I followed him with my heart beating faster and faster. He opened the door for me and I climbed into the passenger seat. Tristan leaned in and fixed my seat belt, staring at me all the time, "Do you remember your promise, baby doll?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes while my heart skipped a beat seeing that he remembered.

"You cheated Jay, the promise doesn't hold," I told him with a serious face but his jaws dropped with surprise.

"Whoa! What do you mean? I didn't cheat, baby doll. This isn't fair at all," he said sulking while he climbed into the driver's seat. "I did it all for you," he mumbled with a gloomy expression on his face as he maneuvered the car and we headed home.

I chuckled inwardly, I would definitely hold onto my promise and give him what he wanted, but it would be fun to tease him a little.

"I'm the unhappiest man alive," he grumbled as he drove. I tried to hide my grin.

"Everyone has a girlfriend, look at me. I'll grow old without one," he again grumbled, giving me a sideways glance.

I chuckled, unable to control myself. "Laugh at me, instead of being my girl," he said with a grumpy face.

"Are you asking me to be?" I asked him finally. He had no idea that I was dying to be his girlfriend.

"Will you be if I ask you to?" he asked with hope. My heart started thumping loudly in my chest. Would he propose now and ask me to be his girl if I agreed?

"See for yourself," I said, blushing a little. It was a sort of affirmative obviously and I waited for him to ask yet he didn't. He grinned mischievously as he parked the car in front of my apartment. I waited and waited but he just walked into the elevator with a spring in his steps. With a silly grin permanently etched on his face, he turned towards me and smiled. I smiled back shyly, his happy face nevertheless taking my breath away. It was all I wanted to see every day. He unlocked my door and led me inside, locking it shut after us.

I wondered what he was up to now. "Jay, are you homeless?" I asked with an eye roll.

"This is my new home and I'm staying with you," he told me, his eyes gazing into mine. I too wanted him to stay with me but I didn't admit to that.

"Oh, don't you have any other work to do?" I asked, trying to control the small smile that tried to break free.

"This is the most important thing. We have some unfinished work, remember?" reminded Tristan. I grinned at him and started walking towards my bedroom to change out of the stupid red dress. However, before I could take another step, he caught my wrist and pulled me towards him, crashing me to his hard chest.

"What are you doing, Jay?" I gasped at the suddenness of his action.

"You can't escape me that easily, Baby doll," he whispered hoarsely. I gazed into his darkened eyes.

"I'm just going for a shower, Jay," I said with a grin.

"We can shower together then? I can ask you to be my girlfriend in the shower. It's a brilliant idea, Don't you think?" He grinned. I extricated myself from his hold and walked towards my bedroom with Tristan following me closely.

I rolled my eyes, "Keep dreaming," I said, a chuckle escaping my lips as I reached my bedroom and turned to lock it to block him out.

However, Tristan was faster than I thought and rushed in before I could lock it and in one long stride came to me. I gasped at his agility. He quickly closed the distance between us and snaked one arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him as I gazed into the fire in his eyes.

He dipped his head and hungrily smashed his lips to mine, making me burn with an intense need, a need for Tristan. He licked and sucked my mouth passionately, his other hand holding the nape of my neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin there. His tongue sought entrance and I surrendered myself to him, with a throaty moan.

It was useless fighting his kisses, they made me helpless, my mind stopped functioning, and my knees refused to support me. All I could feel was the overwhelming need to feel his warmth, his growing need for me, his feelings, his desire, and his body close to mine. I was a needy b*tch again. I had no idea how my body ignited just by his touch. It was like a switch that he knew how to turn on.

I kissed him back with equal passion, fighting for dominance, in a duel with his tongue. Our mouths battled with one another and he groaned with need. The sound caused a throbbing deep within me making me pull his hair, wanting more. He smiled into my mouth, and when we broke off to catch our breaths, he grinned seeing my response to him.

"I loved it, it's decided now. Kissing you is my favorite pastime and hobby," he said winking at me. I blushed to the roots of my hair. My glance fell onto his lips which looked a little swollen after that crazy kiss. Had I done that? I could feel his glance on my lips. Maybe mine were as swollen as his were.

I rolled my eyes grinning, mine too, I thought, but I didn't tell him that waiting instead for him to ask me to be his girlfriend. Why wasn't he asking me instead of beating around the bush? I would grow old waiting for him it seemed.