𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈, known for sleeping around and being cold. she's a renowned tattoo artist that doesn't tolerate bullshit. only caring about herself, what happens when you throw in a bubbly little girl and her incredibly persistent father...
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What was that?
Why the hell would I say that? Yeah, he was flirting but he did not need to know how dirty my mind is. I need to disappear and change my name.
"Here, I don't want you to freeze to death."
Tristan said while handing me a clean black shirt that had his name in the back along with the number #7. He must've seen my confused look because he smiled.
"It's my shirt for paintball competitions when I visit home." He admitted.
"Paintball? I didn't peg you as a paintball guy." I stated before pulling my wet shirt off and my putting his instead.
I didn't really care that he was staring at me, I grew up with no privacy so I'm used to just changing whenever I have to.
"You're making this really hard for me, precious."
"What's with all the nicknames, Tristan?" I questioned, ignoring his previous comment.
His shirt practically swallowed me whole, and I'm not small nor skinny. Tristan is just a huge man.
"You look good in my clothes."
"YoU lOoK gOoD iN mY cLoThEs." I mumbled under my breath as he rolled his eyes at me.
Tristan walked closer to me, and I hope he wasn't able to hear my heart thumping against my chest. It was embarrassing how easy it was for him to make me blush. Usually, I hate when guys compliment me or act all sweet like he is.
But there's something about Tristan that's just different. I don't know if it's the way he's both funny and sweet, or the fact that his personality is so different from mine... I don't know.
I just know that being around him is like having a school girl crush, it's annoying as shit.
"Are you guys ready?!" Ainsley shouted from the living room as he chuckled while shaking his head.
"Coming." I wish.
Taking my hand in his, Tristan dragged us both to the living room. While he had went to get me a new shirt, I had put some chips in some bowls and made popcorn for us to enjoy.
"Daddy, your shirt is wet."
"Oh, yeah." Was his response before he pulled off his shirt and placed it on the back of a chair to dry.
Eyes, wide. Mouth, dropped. Panties, soaked.
That man has been sculpted by fucking Michelangelo, there's no way he's remotely human.
You could tell he works out just by the way his bicep look, or by the firmness of his chest or by the fact that his abs were there but not too defined - he still had a little belly that made him look like a teddy bear.
His chest was lightly covered in hair, but not to the point of being gross, and his happy trail pointed straight to his money maker.
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Gosh, he's beautiful.
It just so happens that he has tattoos, though I didn't even care for it. I just wanted to have him lay on top of me and squish me to death.
What a way to die.
"My eyes are up here, gorgeous." Tristan teased as I threw a pillow at him while Ainsley, who seemed unbothered but us, began to eat her chips.
I've come to realize that when there's food involve, Ainsley doesn't care about the people around her. But same. Food is important.
"Yeah? So are mine." I teased without a care in the world as he blushed at my comment. I can't believe little old me would make a literal greek god blush. This is insane.
"I-I didn't..."
"I'm just teasing, don't worry about it, handsome."
"So I'm handsome, now?" He questioned as I rolled my eyes. I fucking hate his cocky smirk.
"Shh, daddy you speak too much." Ainsley said in annoyance as I stifled a chuckle. She's so sassy, I love it. The little girl cuddled into my side as I stuck my tongue out to her father.
"Traitor."
The man mumbled under his breath before crossing his arm over his chest and pouting.
This 6'4 man is literally pouting because his daughter is cuddling me and told him to shush.
"Hey, sweetness. I think daddy is sad and wants cuddles too." I whispered to Ainsley as she looked away from the screen and towards her pouting father.
"You give him cuddles." She argued with a shit-eating grin, she looks exactly like her dad.
"Why?"
"Because he likes you and wants to give you kisses." She whispered back to me as I chuckled.
"No, he doesn't."
"Yes, he does. He told me."
"Ainsley... no, he doesn't."
"Yes, he does."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"What are you two arguing about?" Tristan questioned as I fake glared at Ainsley.
"Daddy, do you want to kiss Harley?"
"Ainsley!" I said in utter betrayal as I stuffed my head in a pillow, trying to avoid looking at Tristan. I just know my cheeks are red right now.
I didn't hear what Tristan said, I just felt the couch dip next to me and the pillow being pulled away from my face.
"Why you blushing, pretty girl?"
He asked as I glared at him while Ainsley simply cuddled closer to me with a big smile.
I won't forget about it.
"I'm not blushing, you liar."
"Sure, and I'm the bloody pope." He said with an eye roll as I flipped him off subtly.
"You're an ass." I stated as he chuckled lightly.
You putting a loose strand strand of hair behind my ear as I stared straight into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul.
"You're beautiful."
"Yeah, I know."
God, Cora why can't you be normal and accept a fucking compliment from a beautiful man?
"I want to know you better, Cora." He mumbled as his face inched towards me. My breath becoming ragged as my heartbeat almost jumped out of my chest.
"Will you go on a date with me?"
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we stan and love henry cavill in this household. also he's THE superman and THE geralt of rivia.
