Chapter 43

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I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as we drift through the party guests slowly, meeting Andre's friends. Tristan's been handling much of the heavy-duty talking while I've put in a word or two in between sentences.

As much as I wanted to forget about everything and have a good time tonight, Casey Mathews is unfortunately very much on my mind. Whether we like it or not, she's out until her trial; after these 72 hours, she's going to be home again.

I honestly don't think she's dangerous either- Obviously if she went to a recovery center, they've put her back on her medication to regulate her again. Not to mention the fact that she is awaiting trial... She's not going to do anything ridiculous.

But just the fact that she's so crazy about Tristan worries me... I don't want her to come back into our lives either.

Tristan rubs my back softly and I look up, finding them all looking down at me. Oh shit, I completely drowned them out.

"She's not feeling very well today," Tristan states immediately and the couple nods sweetly in understanding. When they stroll off in search of food, Tristan looks down at me.

"I thought you wanted to have fun tonight."

"Yeah, I did! You jinxed me. Now, I can't think about anything else."

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around me. I press my cheek to his chest, closing my eyes with a sigh.

"I just want to get out of here. I want to leave Chicago, my job, my apartment, everything. I just want to be with you."

"... Well, we're leaving here tomorrow. I'll have Tonya get the jet over here. We can go wherever you like."

I look up, seeing if he's actually serious. He touches my cheek softly, smiling warmly.

"Really? Can you do that? With everything going on?"

Lowering his head to press his lips to mine, he murmurs, "I'll call Tonya tonight."


Turns out, Tristan gave Andre cash for new supplies from Maddox Global, which of course made Andre panic, telling him it was too much. Being a remarkable businessman, Tristan was able to get him to take it. He also said it was from both of us, thus making the suit that I got him look rather small, not that I minded really.

Tristan has definitely won over Andre, no doubts about it and that's all I care about.

We left the party fairly early, both of us tired beyond belief.

I'm ogling Tristan, tucked underneath the covers as he steps out of the bathroom- one towel around his waist, the other moving slowly through his hair.

He smiles tiredly. "I wanted to run something by you."

"Is it good news or bad news?"

"Good, I think."

I smile in relief. "Okay... Shoot."

"I would like to employ your brother to be the construction manager to the new building going up in California and then after that, the warehouse going up in Texas."

I stare at him, gaping unsurely. "W-what? Are you serious?"

"Completely. Are you okay with me approaching him about it?"

Sitting up, I nod. "I mean, of course I am... But why? You barely know about his credibility."

"I had Tanya look into it when we arrived. He's been doing this since he was young- all of his employers have only good things to say about him. Plus, he's your brother so I know he's a hard worker."

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