Chapter 8 Tristan Lord

• Two days before
• Tristan Lord was Success with a capital S and he knew it.
• He was a towering six feet eight, with a wide chest and powerful arms, which made him seem larger than what he was. His powerful abs were a result of a punishing gm routine and boxing. In short, he could boast of a body that made women wet.
• The expensive clothes he wore seemed to give an impression of an attempt to restrain his physique with difficulty. His black hair tinged with grey at the temples gave him a distinguished look. The thin lips turned down with a cruel twist and the long patrician nose added to the effect of a person who looked at his fellow humans and found them lacking. A persuasive orator, Tristan had taken to law, following in his father’s footsteps. His personality was such that when he appeared in court, his cold black eyes glinting, the people in the courtroom quaked in fear. As for the jurors, they fell for his words, charmed by his striking looks.
• But he was as lethal as a samurai sword. Tristan possessed a razor-sharp brain and was ruthless when he was in court. Sadly, as some of the distinguished members of the Bar particularly his father’s friends, remarked, he was always in court to support criminals, particularly the notorious mobster Gregorio.
• He could be charming, yes. Women fell over him, rich heiresses, wealthy middle-aged women who had heard of the way he dominated his women in bed; ruthlessly, mercilessly. He had a name for being a lover who demanded abject surrender, nothing less. He used them and tossed them away when he was done with them. His office had been periodically besieged with weeping ex-lovers who begged to be taken back. His secretary, the long-suffering Mrs. Williams, who had earlier been with his father, was used to the routine by now. The roses that needed to be sent, the expensive diamond bracelet and of course, Belgian chocolates. That was the final payoff. Anyone who tried to persist after this was humiliated in front of the office staff and made to leave ignominiously.
• No one had dared to return after that.
• That Tristan Lord was least interested in the contemplations of other people around him was no secret. He led a luxurious lifestyle and was always surrounded by beautiful women. A playboy with a reputation for having a voracious appetite for sex, he had sobered down recently, claimed the tabloids regretfully.
• Whether it was due to the entry of Andrea Miller-Smythe, the dazzling, cold as ice beauty in his life was a matter of debate. She had a successful model agency that she had set up with a partner. who had long been pushed out of the agency.
• Andrea was often seen on television and enjoyed every minute of the public too. She was what she labelled herself, an influencer. She was to be seen on every type of social media possible, offering tips and advice. Her battery of assistants kept her in the know on what to speak, where, and how.
• Women from the middle-income group loved her, she was so spot on when it came to their lives; teenage girls swooned over her, she was a diva, looks and style-wise. As for men, they enjoyed leering at her, her flirty comments, and of course, her revealing clothes! So it came as little surprise to anyone when she began to make frequent appearances with Tristan Lord, the ruthless, handsome man they called the Savage in the court.
• She had ensnared him, said the gossips fretfully.
• The truth was, Tristan was now looking to settle down. He was getting bored of changing partners, and the day he woke up with a dazzling brunette in his bed and could not remember her name, he knew he had had enough.
• Andrea with her glamorous looks and popularity in the same social circles made her a suitable companion for him. She was wealthy, beautiful and as heartless as him. The sex was good, they suited each other. If he grew bored of her, he would see that she was eased out; she had her fair share of lovers too. But then, Tristan was clear, now that she was in a relationship with him, he would not tolerate any kind of cheating.
• Most importantly, he concluded, they knew each other’s sexual appetites. And so, after a bout of satisfying sex, when she had turned to him prettily, pouting and pleading that he accompany her for her ex–husband’s funeral, he had agreed, half asleep and not really caring either way.
• He had just settled a dispute for the notorious mob boss Gregorio who had paid him handsomely. He needed a break and a trip to the quiet backwoods where her former husband had been living had seemed an ideal place to relax. Of course, she had said something about her ex-husband’s whore who was living in the house that actually belonged to her, Andrea. Here she had placed her pretty blonde head on his chest and wept, making him want to help her. Andrea had sniffed and said that the sl*t needed to be thrown out.
• He had grunted in mild interest. Andrea was his lover, and he cared for her. However, her former husband’s affairs were of no interest to him.
• Guessing that if she continued to whine, he would get irritated, Andrea had petulantly placed a well-manicured hand on his cock and between licking the tip greedily, she had murmured,
• “Darling, I do so need you. For everything. I’d be lost without you.’
• Giving in to the sensation of having her pleasure him, Tristan had felt his manhood rearing. Soon, he was holding her head fast against his cock as she pleasured him. Tristan had a reputation for being a rough lover for all the polish he exuded in public, and as Andrea satisfied him, almost gagging as he fuc*ed her mouth with his large, thick co*k., she thought of how sometimes she wished she was with one of her more gentle ex-lovers.
• But Tristan Lord was definitely a Catch. He was a wealthy man, coming from old money and his family was related to some of the oldest settlers in the South. His mother had been a famous celebrity who had wowed the audiences at Broadway with her performances. He was also constantly in the headlines for his work. And Andrea loved to be on the pages of tabloids. As his spouse, she would be given a better position in society and she was looking forward to that.
• Andrea Miller-Smythe had no intention of letting him get away. Her second husband, Carter, had been a crushing bore. She had used him to escape from the tiny backwoods that Jack had adored. But Andrea believed in being third time lucky. Also, the knowledge that multiple surgeries were not going to help her retain her youthful looks made her want to have a man by her side, a man who was powerful, rich and feared.
• Tristan Lord was the answer to her dreams.
• So she allowed him to dominate her ruthlessly in bed, not trying to push him away as he flipped her over like a doll and thrust his member into her womanhood savagely, uncaring for her satisfaction.