I saw Tristan walking towards us. I raised my brows to his expression. He approached us in no less than two seconds and before I can know what was happening, Matt was pulled away from me, and to face him.
I could see a vein at the side of Tristan’s forehead popping. I took a step back, at the sight in front of me.
“I know what you are trying to do,” Tristan’s deep voice reverberated in the room, “I suggest you stop,”
“What exactly are you talking about?” Matt asked him.
“About her, About you trying to get a reaction from me, Here you go, You have it,” Tristan said. What is he talking about? Matt caught a glance in my direction and I gulped.
“She is mine, and I would like it that way,” Tristan said. “You understand,”
Tristan left his collar and patted his shoulder.
Tristan turned to
