LAUREEN'S POV
My heart cut in a painful stab when I realized that Tristan didn't mean the emotion I had depicted from his tone when I stepped into my apartment.
It was still him and there was no changing that. I was so painted he would come to my own house and insult me. I could taste the bile in my throat as I glared at him.
“Trust me, you almost got me fooled, but how about I return your favor? Get out!” I screamed at him.
" Get… out … of my house, now." I said again when he just stood there staring at me.
“Joel Rhyde! Can you come out already? I told you this was not going to work." Tristan said as he stared into my eyes, his pride evidently in his look as he glared back at me.
“Tristan! Tristan!" Joel yelled in frustration as he walked outside my kitchen door curtain.
“Can you b
