LAUREEN'S POV
At the gate, Tristan took the windows down.
“My dad. Is he home?" He asked and the guard nodded.
" For how long?” He asked again. " A few minutes ago.” He responded and Tristan sighed and pulled the window up as he drove inside.
I waited patiently for Tristan to come out and open my side of the car door for me before I stepped down from the car.
When I stepped out, and he closed the car door, I leaned on the car and brought him closer to me, and he raised his eyebrows, questioning with amusement in his eyes.
“What? Your dad could be watching us from the window, who knows?" I said, and he sighed as he put one of his hands in his pocket and the other on the car just beside my head and leaned into me.
“Please, don't f**k this up, Mrs Laureen Rhyde.” He whispered in my ear
