Obsessed With Tristan Knight

Obsessed With Tristan Knight

Authoress Charity

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"This is wrong, Tristan..." Her heart races rapidly as she steps away from him and walks back until her back is pressed hard against the wall. "Come on, Tracy... We both know you want this," The corner of his lips twitches into a smirk as he finally traps her between his arms while staring at her as though he'll devour her anytime soon. "Do you really want me to stop, hmm?" Nuzzling his head on her neck, and trailing his hand on her bare inner thigh, he whispers against her neck, driving her to the edge of craziness. "I'm...I'm..." "Tell me you want me, Tracy, and I promise to make you feel so good like no man ever did to you before," He nibbles on her earlobe, and she gasps sharply. "I want you, Tristan..." Those words slips out of her mouth before she can stop them. That was all the permission needed to pin her to the bed...

Chapter 1 Frustrated

The sound of the moans coming from the next room pulls Tracy Wilson out of her deep slumber, and she tosses on the bed angrily. Forcing her eyes open, she snorts, sitting up on the bed and running her fingers through her hair. This is what she goes through every day of her life, and she's tired of this already. She returned from work quite late yesterday night, can't she get some sleep?

"That was great. You did a great job, darling," The annoying voice of Tatiana hurts her ears badly, and she grabs her hair, shutting her eyes. It feels like she should grab her neck when she gets out of the room, and strangle her to death. Why does she have to always deal with her madness each day that passes by?

Finally standing up from the bed, she drags her feet toward the door and pulls it open. As expected, Tatiana's door is slightly ajar, and she can see the shadow of a man in her room. Without trying to resist herself, she hops over to the door and pushes it open angrily.

"Shit! What the hell was that, Tracy?" The blonde-haired girl snaps her head to glare at Tracy. She is sitting on the edge of the bed and smoking a stick of cigarette. The way she's dressed shows that she must've finished a round of sex with the old hag sitting with her on the bed, and puffing smoke from his lips and his nostrils. Tracy takes her time to check out the man, and she almost throws up. For goodness sake, why would her sister choose to be hanging around with this kind of person? When will all these dirty lifestyles of hers stop?

"Hey! Get your ass off that bed and get the hell out of here, now!" Tracy snaps at the man, finally walking inside the room. For some seconds, she holds her breath as the awful smell of alcohol and cigarettes welcomes her.

"We don't do that here, Tracy. This is my room, you can't come here and tell me shit. How can you tell my man to leave? Are you out of your mind?" Tatiana snaps at her angrily, finally standing up to her feet. She's a bit taller than Tracy. Blessed with a curvy body and her long blonde hair looks perfect on her. Her deep blue eyes are so bright and the sparks in them can melt the coldest heart.

"Your man?" Tracy scoffs unbelievably and runs her fingers through her hair. Heaven knows that she's just trying her best to stay calm and not create a mess here, but she has no control over how long she can hold this anger.

Biting her bottom lip, she glances over to the old hag who hasn't said a word ever since she entered the room. Instead, he's still focused on the smoke as if he's in his house. He's not to be blamed anyway. He wouldn't have dared to try this if not for her annoying sister that brought him into their home.

"Why are you doing this, Tatiana? What the hell have I done to deserve this from you? When are you going to learn and change your ways, huh?" Tracy finally snaps with tears dropping from her eyes. She tries to fight them back, but she can't take this pain anymore.

"It's too early for this..."

"Same way that it is early for you to bring a man to our home to sleep with you and disturb my sleep... The same way that you choose to start your day with smoking and drinking alcohol! What's wrong with you, Tatiana? What have I not done for you?" More tears stream down her cheeks as she speaks with pain resounding in her voice. Her heart wrenches in pain, as she glares at her and finally at the man.

"The only thing that you have not done for me, is to leave me the hell alone, Tracy. I'm a grown woman, I can take care of myself. This is my life, and I choose the way I want to live it. Don't get me pissed, Tracy. I have tried so much to take the insults from you, but don't try that shit with me again, because you won't like the turn of events," Tracy watches as her once respectful sister speaks to her with so much guts and anger. She looks like she'll devour her if she's not careful enough.

"Let's go, baby," Tatiana says to the man, before storming out of the room with him trailing behind her, while Tracy stares at her unbelievably.

More tears stream down her cheeks as she finally drags her feet out of the room, and heads into her room, crashing on the bed as soon as she's inside. She can't believe that her sister could change so much and become this worse. Just ten years ago, they were living just fine with their parents giving them all the love and attention that they could, but their lives took another turn after that unforgettable accident that claimed the lives of her both parents, leaving the two sisters all alone in the cruel world to their fates.

After the death of their parents nine years ago, they had to split. Tracy has been living with their maternal grandmother before she passed away some months ago, while Tatiana was staying with their maternal uncle since then until she returned to live with Tracy in their grandma's hut some months ago. Tracy has tried to reach out to her uncle to inquire about what happened to her sister that turned her into this mess, but even her uncle couldn't give an account of it, as he claimed to have known nothing about it. The life of a sex and drug addict, that's what Tatiana has grown into.

The sound of her ringing phone suddenly pulls her back to reality and turns out that the call is coming from where she works as a delivery girl at a laundry shop.

"Tracy, have you forgotten that you're going to deliver clothes to the Knight's mansion by 7am?" The angry voice of her boss yells from the other end, and her eyes widen in shock as she snaps her head to check the wall clock. It's already 7:30am. Gosh! She's late...

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