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The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(10)

By:Sam Crescent

“I know.” He let out a sigh.

Tears fell from her eyes in waves. “Why?” she asked.

“Why what?” He fixed his pants placing his cock inside his pants. Tristan didn’t get up to leave. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact he didn’t or the fact she didn’t want him to leave.

Great, now I am a sucker for a guy who likes to hurt me.

“Why are you doing this to me? You’re married, and you’re here with me. Why can’t you leave me alone?” She needed answers. There was no way to live with what she’d done without knowing the truth.

Tristan stood, running fingers through his hair. She saw his muscles bulge, and the tattoos decorating his arms seem to move as if they had a life of their own.

“It’s a long story,” he said.

Throwing the pillow at him Vicki gave herself over to the rage inside her.

He caught the pillow before it hit him. Pulling on the dress he’d torn she sat down on the sofa.

“You’re an asshole. It’s a long story? Don’t you think I deserve the fucking time to tell it? You fucked me and then brought the news of a wife to me when I told you how I felt. Now your whole life is a long story?” She stood and walked towards her kitchen. “You know what, forget it. I don’t want to know. Get the fuck out of my house. I’m leaving, and I don’t want to see you again.”

Storming into the kitchen she opened her fridge and then slammed it closed. Going to the sink she wrung out a cloth in order to clean the mess the wine had created in her front room.

Tristan’s hands appeared either side of her. He held a picture of a beautiful woman in a white dress. She’d seen the picture before when she thought his wife was a joke.

“You know I’m a dominant man. I’m a Dom, and I like to be in control.”

He’d been honest with her about his nature. They’d explored some spanking, and he’d even tied her up a time or two, nothing too heavy or scary.

“Yes. You trained in the city under someone. I can’t remember.”

“William Johnson. Remember I told you he moved to Cape Falls to start a new club?” She remembered but had never met the owner who trained him. Tristan when he spoke of his past, talked very highly of William.

“Well, he started out my training, and then I moved on to something deeper. My wife, Kate, needed something more.” She saw him grit his teeth as he spoke the words. “Kate and I didn’t have a loving relationship. We had a mutual understanding with each other. I liked to control, and she liked pain.”

Vicki frowned. “Kate? Your wife?”

“Yes. She loved pain. Nothing I ever did was enough for her. She always wanted more.”

His hands tightened on the counter. “I’ve never told anyone this, not even William.”

From what she recalled apart from knowing where the other man lived, Tristan hadn’t been in touch with the other man.

Staring at the picture she was shocked to think of the woman craving pain.

Turning around in his arms, Vicki stared into his eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“You’ve got a right to know, and I’ve been a complete bastard to you.” He handed her the photo. “Get some coffee, and I’ll grab your bed shirt. I’ll tell you the truth.”

She took the picture from him. He walked out the door without looking back. Gazing down at the woman, Vicki wondered if she really wanted to know the truth about her. She loved Tristan. Her whole life was devoted to him. How could she handle it if he was really in love with his wife? Being the rebound woman wasn’t on her list.

You’ll never know unless you open up.

What if there was more pain than she could handle?

Moving toward the kettle she filled it with water and started making cups for a hot cup of coffee. There was nothing she could do unless she knew the truth. Tristan was willing to give a part of himself to her, and she wanted to know more.

While she waited for the kettle to boil she kept looking at the woman. Kate had an easy smile. Her hair was blonde, and she possessed startling blue eyes. Vicki’s own hair was blonde but had seen better cleaning days. Instead of blue eyes she had green.

Shaking her head, she poured the coffee and made her way into the sitting room. Tristan held one of his shirts in his hand. He’d removed his shoes and loosened the buttons on the shirt he wore. His trousers were gone, and he sat in boxer briefs.

“I thought you’d gotten rid of all my clothes,” he said, pointing at the shirt.

“I was getting around to it.”

Vicki took the shirt and went back to the kitchen. She may have been naked in front of him seconds ago, but that didn’t mean she was comfortable being naked in front of him now.