HI THERE GUYS, SO THIS IS TRISTAN. I MUST SAY I DID ENJOY CREATING HIM. HOWEVER, I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM.

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Chapter 3

Tristan Blake kissed Carol, Callie, Cortney or whatever her name was, promising to call her later.

“Sure blue eyes, I’ll call you later.”

Carol, Callie, Cortney or whatever her name was giggled, leaning into him.

“Can’t you stay for 10 more minutes?”

She purred seductively. Tristan gently pried her off of him, taking a step back. He grabbed his jacket, which was still sitting on the chair where he left it the night before.

“No sorry, I have work in about 10 minutes.”

Without waiting for a response, Tristan grabbed the last of his stuff and headed out the door at a near sprint, already feeling claustrophobic. He located his car in the apartment building underground car park and got in. When he was a good few minutes away from the girl whose name he couldn’t remember, he finally started to relax.

Tristan put down the top on his convertible and turned the radio on. He switched stations until he found a rock song that he liked. He drummed his hands and bobbed his head to the music, happy to be heading home and putting as much distance between him and what’s her name.

As much as Tristan loved the ladies, he was a onetime kinda guy. He never believed in doing one thing too many times, because after a while you will get bored and want to experience something new. So why should he waste time getting bored, when there were so many new things out there for him to try.

A lot of women would call Tristan a player and he had no cause to rebuke their claim. He would be the first to admit that he was a player. It was not something that Tristan was ashamed of or even felt bad about. Because he was just giving the women what they wanted. However, only for a limited time.   

Most of the women whose name he couldn’t remember or who he never called back. Would lash out at him if he was ever unfortunate enough to run into them again. One of their favourite thing to say was, he used them for sex, then just moved on like they never existed. He might have used them, but they didn’t jump into bed with him with pure intentions. They were using him for something too. And the worst part, was that they were using their bodies in order to secure themselves a man. What Tristan didn’t understand was why they would get mad at him, calling him every name in the book because he was better at playing the game than them.

Pulling up to his condo, he parked his car and got out. He flashed his signature smiled to two girls who were walking pass him and smirked when the blushed and started giggling.

He dropped his keys on the coffee table and headed to his bedroom to take a long shower. As Tristan approach the room he heard the water running in the shower. He frowned, only two people had the keys to his apartment. June, the woman that cleans for him and Maria, the one mistake than he always keep repeating.

Just as Tristan was finishing his thoughts about her, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a barely there towel. All 5ft 6 inches of her was almost naked in his bedroom. Her slick black hair dripping wet and water sliding off of her warm skin tone. Her grey eyes held a challenge and on her slim lips was a smirk.

“Maria, how long are you here for this time?”

He let his eyes roam her body as he spoke. She let her towel dropped as she answered.

“The night. Always only the night, Tristan. Or don’t you remember?”

He took a step forwards and she was in his arms. His lips were on hers and his hands were all over her body. He only had one night with her before she disappeared again. So he was going to make full use of it.

In another time, Maria Polanca could have been the woman for him. Only problem was, Maria was the female version of him and he was the one who turned her that way.

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“A deal is a deal Tristan. I lived up to my end now it’s your turn to live up to yours.”

Tristan was still shaking his head, no way was he posing nude for a bunch of old ladies, whilst they drew him. He loved art and being an actor he knew that there were things he would need to do for the job. However, posing nude was definitely not one of them. He was grateful money was not an issue for him, because he couldn’t imagine doing nude modelling for a living.

Tristan looked at his best friend Logan and wondered how he does it.

“I’m not doing that Logan, ask me anything else, but not that.”

Logan took a sip of his coffee and sighed with pleasure from the rich, dark brew.

“Look man, you have to help me out. I promised Linda I wouldn’t work on our anniversary. And I can’t break that promise or my anniversary present might be divorce papers. Besides, I did my part of the deal, by setting you up with Zelda the other night. How did that go by the way?”

Tristan frowned. “Who’s Zelda?”

Logan looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“The chick at the bar two nights ago. The same one I saw you drove off with.”

Tristan laughed. Zelda, that’s what her name was.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked confused.

Tristan replied, “I couldn’t remember her name when I was there. I woke up and she was smiling at me all seductive and shit, and I kept asking myself. What the hell is the chick’s name, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember. However, I did narrowed it down to three. Carol, Callie or Cortney.”

Logan threw back his head and laughed heartily, making a few of the café’s patrons looked their way. When he was finish enjoying the sweetness of his laugh, he asked Tristan.

“So which one did you ended up calling her and did she slapped you and kick your sorry ass out?”

Tristan smiled wickedly then answered.

“Neither, I called her blue eyes and had her purring like a kitten and swooning over me.”

Logan looked at Tristan and he shook his head. He didn’t know how Tristan did it. A different girl every night, with no intention of ever slowing down. Logan was waiting for the girl that will knock him on his ass.

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Tristan glared at the apple. No way was he standing on a platform naked holding an apple. Who did this old lady think he was, Adam? No way was he doing it. He told her as much. However, the old lady was a vindictive witch. She threaten to have Logan released from his job if Tristan didn’t do it.

Tristan frowned in defeat and the old witch smiled. He knew he had no other choice but to do it. He couldn’t be the reason his best friend lost his job. And he knew Logan would never take any money from him.

For a minute, Tristan wondered if writing a cheque for a few millions would get him out of the shitty situation that he was in. However, from the look on the old witch’s face, he knew she would rather see him suffer. Parting with a few millions was no hardship for Tristan, but parting with his clothes, when sex wasn’t involved was a very difficult task.

As Tristan stood there naked, he felt stupid and to make matters worse, the old witch was laughing at him. When the women started to fill the room, Tristan was grateful that most of them weren’t as old as his grandmother, or even his mother.

About 15 minutes into the class, a brown hair beauty walked into and gasped loudly. Tristan almost laughed, seeing the shock looked that was on her face. He watched her throughout the entire class, as she blushed whilst pretending not to look at him.

The way her face when from five different shades of red made Tristan want to know more about. Such innocence just could not be faked.

Tristan’s intentions at first were selfish, he knew that she was innocent. However, he wanted to be the one to take it from her. So when the horrid class was over, he dressed quickly and hurried after her. Imagines of her spread out on a bed under him were playing out in his head and he knew he had to have her.

After catching up to her and offering to buy her coffee, it took him two months. However, he did get to see her naked and in his bed. Only difference was, he didn’t want her to ever leave it. 14 months with the same woman, and he still wanted her there, even if he had to fight to keep her there.