The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake (8 page)

“Should you be drinking coffee?” Vicki asked, trying
to change the subject.

“One sip was enough. Do you have a fruit juice or
water?” Zoe asked.

Vicki took the mug of acrid coffee and poured it
down the sink. She’d never been great at making coffee. Laughing about it was
easier than crying. Still, tears poured down her face even as she grabbed a
fruit juice she kept in the fridge.

Her friend was stood in the doorway with a hand on
her stomach. Vicki recalled the feeling of pressing a hand to her stomach.
There was once a life inside her. A life created by her and Tristan. Pressing a
hand to her stomach, Vicki felt empty all over again. The doctors at the time
assured her she’d feel fine. She wasn’t feeling fine. There was no one to mourn
the loss of life with.

Tristan had a beautiful wife. There was no way she’d
ever be able to compete with something like that. Kate was better looking in
person than in the picture.

“The woman in Tristan’s office was his wife. I don’t
know why she’s come back, but she has.”

Returning her gaze to Zoe she saw the pity in the
other woman’s gaze.

“Please, don’t pity me. I can’t handle the pity.
It’s not fair to either of us.”

“
I’m not pitying
you,
Vicki.” Zoe walked further into the room. “Do you remember when I first came to
town? You talked about everything, and I mean everything. There was nothing I
could do to stop you from talking. All you ever did was talk, talk, talk.”

Vicki smiled, remembering. She drove Zoe insane at
the bar where they worked together.

“Feels like a long time ago,” Vicki said.

“It wasn’t that long ago, Vicki. You’ve changed
since then. I’ve changed, and nothing we say or do is ever going to go back to
that.”

“What’s your point?” Vicki asked, sipping her spiked
coffee.

“
I’m not pitying
you. I’m
here for you. You may not think it, but it’s a huge difference,” Zoe said,
taking the bottle of fruit juice from her.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll go and answer that.” Before Zoe left the room
to answer the door she took the spiked cup and threw it in the sink.

“Hey, I was drinking that,” Vicki said.

“I don’t care. It may be five o’clock somewhere, but
it’s not that time in Law Castle.”

Rolling her eyes, Vicki started retrieving bits of
broken mug from her sink. “You know, Zoe, you could have poured the coffee down
the sink.”

“Zoe’s gone back to her men,” Tristan said.

Vicki froze. She lifted her gaze hoping to see his
reflection in the mirror, but it was still morning out. All she saw was her
back garden.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, collecting the
last of the coffee mug. The scent of whisky was strong. She felt ashamed by how
easily she’d been succumbing to alcohol.

“I needed to talk to you.”

“Why? Kate’s back, so I don’t see there’s anything
to talk about.” Kate would get her husband back while Vicki remained alone. She
was always alone. There was no one in Law Castle besides Tristan she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with.

“You’re pushing me away.”

“I’m not. I’m being a realist.”

“I didn’t ask for Kate to return,” he said.

“But she’s here for you.”

He let out a sigh. The sigh sounded full of
frustration.

“I asked Kate for a divorce.”

Turning to face him Vicki saw the honesty on his
face. “You asked your wife for a divorce?”

“Yeah.
I’m
not taking no for an answer. She’ll grant me a divorce, or I’ll make things
difficult for her.”

Folding her arms Vicki stared at him.
“How?”

He leaned against the wall. The arms of his shirt
were rolled up revealing the dark ink of his tats. “For a start I’ll bring
adultery into the mix, either hers or mine.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She felt it happen. If
he chose to implicate himself, he’d be implicating her. She never knew about
his marital status.

“I wouldn’t hurt you, Vicki. She left me first and shacked
up with another man. I’d find some way for the judge to know she was the one to
break our marriage apart.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked.

“I want you, Vicki.”

She stared into his eyes. They were dark as they
looked back at her. “What?”

His arms went down to his sides as he moved closer.
“When you told me you loved me, I pushed you away because I was married. You didn’t
know I was taken by another woman. I thought if I kept you at a distance then
you’d be safe, and so would I. I didn’t anticipate falling for you.”

Vicki snorted. “You expect me to believe you fell
for me?”

He crossed the distance between them. Tristan cupped
her face in his large palms. “You can believe what you want, baby. I’m not
going anywhere, and I’m going to prove to you I mean every word.”

She really wanted to give in and believe his words,
but every time she thought over their past she couldn’t help but feel it was
another game or trick.

****

Vicki
knew with all of her heart that she shouldn’t deliver cookies and cakes to the
station. She couldn’t help it. Baking helped to relax her, and when she was
relaxed, she was able to get over some of her fears. The only problem was
eating the food she’d baked. Tristan was known for his sweet tooth, and he
liked what she made.

Opening
the door Vicki discovered the front desk was bare. It was Sunday, and she was
due to work at the bar that
night
.

“Hello,”
she said, calling out. The word echoed off the wall. Tristan’s head popped
round his office.

“No
one’s here but me.”

Staring
at the box of baked goods Vicki felt the blush building up in her cheeks. The
station was hot, but her body had suddenly heated faster than a volcano, or at
least that’s the way it felt.

“I
brought some baking.
I …
erm
.
Do you want me to bring it back another time?” she asked.

“No,
come on through.”

Walking
through to his office she heard him shut the door as she placed her baking on
his desk top. Vicki hadn’t seen Tristan since the night he’d taken her
virginity. She didn’t want to approach him in case he wished to talk about that
night.

She
looked upon that night with happiness and sadness.

His
hands moved around her waist, and Tristan pulled her against him. His face
pressed against her neck as he thrust his pelvis against her ass. She felt his
aroused state rubbing her ass.

“I’ve
missed you. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve missed you.”

He
cupped her breasts in each of his palms, rubbing the tips with his fingers.

Vicki
gasped. What more was she to do? Her body was on fire for what he could give
her. Her traitorous body responded to Tristan even as she tried to fight the
effects.

The
thick length of his cock teased between her ass cheeks making her want so much
more.

“Can
you feel what you do to me?” he asked.

She
nodded. Her words were useless. She wasn’t experienced enough to put her needs
into actual words.

“Are
you wet?”

Tristan
didn’t give her chance to respond. He moved one hand down, pulling up the
fabric of her skirt and then pressing his palm to her covered pussy. The cotton
panties she wore were torn within seconds as his fingers skimmed through her
silken folds.

“You’re
dripping wet. This is my pussy.” He kept speaking even as he caressed her clit.
The sounds of him playing with her echoed off the walls in
his small office.

She
cried out as he stroked her clit.

“You
feel so fucking
good
in my arms. I’m going straight to
hell for what I want to do to you.”

He pressed
her against the desk. “Tell me you want this,” he said.

“Yes,
I want this.” And she did. Vicki wanted everything Tristan was prepared to give
her. Not a day went by when she wasn’t thinking about him in some way.

“Fuck,
I need you. I’ve got to have you.”

Lifting
up her dress, Tristan took charge. Within seconds the tip of his cock was
pressing against her entrance. Their combined growls filled the air as he
fucked her, long and hard against his desk.

****

Vicki came out of the memory feeling flushed.
Tristan may have ruined every moment they were together, but he’d waited to do
it afterwards. Before and during sex he was perfect. She loved every second of
being with him. From the moment he finished, another man took his place.

Turning to look at Tristan she started to ask him
questions. If he was determined to stay in her life then she had a right to
know his reasons for everything.

Chapter
Seven

“Why did you push me away every time after we had
sex?” Vicki asked. Tristan cursed and moved closer to her. Her hands were
filled with shards of the mug Zoe had broken. Zoe had told him about the
alcohol Vicki had been consuming lately. He didn’t like it and intended to put
a stop to it.

Vicki wasn’t going to get rid of him. She wanted him
and his love, and now she would get all of him.

“I pushed you away because I didn’t want to hurt
you. I figured I could give your body what you needed but not let your heart
get involved.”

Tears were filling her eyes. He saw the dampness of
them and cursed again. Why did he have to be the person to hurt her? He hated
it. For once he wanted to see happiness on her face and he
be
the cause.

“Your plan failed. All you ever did was hurt me and
make me feel like shit.” She wiped at her eyes. “Fuck! Why am I always crying around
you? I hate being like this with you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be feeling
this way.”

He took her hand even when she pushed him away.
Tristan held onto her hand. “I never expected to be right about everything. I
thought what I was doing was for the best. I saw how much I was hurting you,
but you kept coming back.”

And Vicki did. The harder he pushed the more she
seemed to be around. He turned one way and she turned another, and they always
ended up together.

Pulling her in close, Tristan stroked her cheek. Her
darker blonde locks fell down her face in waves. “I swear to you, Vicki, I’m
going to do everything in my power to protect and look after you. You’ll want
for nothing. All I ask from you is you give me time to prove it to you. I
promise I can be the man you need.”

“It sounds to me like you’re begging,” she said.

“I am begging. I don’t beg for anything, but I’m
begging you. Give me a chance.”

Tristan saw she was close to giving in. Running his
fingers down her stomach he stroked her delicate flesh. “When I heard you’d
lost the baby I went home and cried.” When he’d found out about the baby and
the missed opportunity he’d cried for a long time. There wasn’t a day gone by
when he didn’t think about what their baby could have meant for them. “I’ve
always wanted to be a father, Vicki.”

“Please, stop.”

“No.” He tilted her face up with a finger under her
chin to gain her attention. “I’m not going to stop. Being married was the
biggest mistake of my life. Kate means nothing to me. You mean the world to
me.”

Leaning in close, he brushed her lips with his own.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how important you are to
me.”

Letting her go, Tristan walked over to the far
cabinet above the sink. He moved some of the cleaning products out of the way
and grabbed the bottle of whisky. Opening the cap he poured the expensive
liquor down the sink.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You don’t think I see the vicious circle you’ve got
yourself locked inside? One drink will lead to two.” He placed the bottle in
the recycle trash can then went to the fridge. Taking out the bottle of red liquor
Zoe had told him about, he emptied that one down the sink.

While Vicki had been shouting from the kitchen her
friend had voiced her concerns to him. His woman wasn’t going to be an
alcoholic, not on his shift. He’d do everything to stop her from slipping down
that spiral.

Vicki was going to get his undivided attention.

“And two drinks will lead to three. I remember a
time when you didn’t even have beer in this house. You saw what alcohol did to
your customers at the bar. I’m not letting you fall down, Vicki. We both lost a
baby, and I accept your need to lose yourself, but something has changed now.”