WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.
"Did you sleep with Martha?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. My heart was pounding against my chest.
"What?" Tristan frowned at me, his eyes darkening like they always do when he gets serious.
"I saw you guys together," I answered, walking towards him. "Yesterday in the afternoon,"
"Yeah...we were having lunch together," He said. "Is that a crime now?"
"Since when do you become friends?" I asked and couldn't keep the sarcasm at bay. I was pissed and I was going to let him know that very clearly.
"I choose not to answer that, Mia," Tristan murmured, walking over to the kitchen.
"Well...I don't need your answer because she already told me," I snapped, following him. "Do you know how it feels to hear that from a woman even I barely know,"
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