My Best Friend's Dad

Risky

Elona's POV

Tristan and I remained in the main lounge, where he continued to play another song. I was mesmerized. I loved seeing this part of him. We continued to sit next to each other. He placed his hands in his lap after he was done playing the last song. I enjoyed this moment, but we forget at times that Cris is in the study room, and she could just be looking for us, so we cannot be that close to each other.

"You said that you have played the piano since you were a young man. How young were you?" I asked.

He stared at the keys of the piano. "I was twelve when I could play it perfectly, but I started as young as five." He looked over at me, his green eyes glowing from the light through the window. My parents have a love for music, and they wanted me to be this perfect pianist one day, but I just didn't share that dream. I wanted to pursue business and entrepreneurship. I was passionate about that. I did end up being a perfect pianist at a young age, but they somehow supported my decision when I graduated from high school. I was happy that my parents never forced me into anything that I didn't want to do. I would've been unhappy. But it had been a very long time since I had played the piano. I think I stopped when I was twenty-one years old," he said.

"It still seems that you have it. It's like you never stopped playing. You are still perfect." I smiled at him and he returned it.

"I try to be perfect at things. I'm glad that I still have it. The funny thing is that..." he looked at the keys again, sighing, "Estelle never heard me play the piano before."

"Really? Never ever in her life since you both had been together?" I asked, surprised.

"That is correct," he chuckled as he looked at me. "You are the first person to hear me besides my parents and the audience I played in front of at theaters and music recitals. I guess you see the deeper parts of me, it's like there is something about you that brings that out of me," his gaze intensified, and then he leaned into me, "I want to be alone with you. I have to think of something," he whispered, looking over his shoulder to check if we were still alone, "I want to spend at least a night with you." He pulled away, and my body tingled, my core throbbing.

"I want that so much," I confessed.

"There is a career day tomorrow at your school. I have to give a speech. I do not feel like giving the speech, but if I can see you again, then I will be there. You are my motivation for going. No one will be interested in my speech, they will be bored, and I feel like that is a waste of my time. I agreed to it because it's Cris' school," he gave me a faint smile.

"I look forward to hearing your speech," I returned his smile.

"So, what will you be wearing on career day tomorrow?" he asked.

"Hmmm, a bunny lingerie outfit with white ears as a headband," I smirked.

"Hell no, I won't allow you to dress that way in front of your school. Hell, in front of anyone else, for that matter-"

"Relax," I chuckled, "You will see what I wear." I teased.

"Please, don't give me a heart attack when it comes to your attire tomorrow. You will be the death of me," he let out a breath.

"You need to relax at times," I smiled.

"Here you two are!" Cris exclaimed. "I have been looking for you both. I am finally done with my test project. I am starving, anyone up for pizza?" She asked.

"Yeah, pizza is good," I replied.

"You two look cozy sitting over here. Dad, you are finally back in this lounge since Mom died. I'm happy to see that," she smiled. "You seem to be more alive now."

"Well..." he stood up from the bench and walked towards her, "It's all thanks to Elona, she made me step out of the past and, because I had to entertain her, she brought out the old me...the happy me," he smiled.

"You are a great friend, Elona. You should hang out with my dad more often so that he can get his happiness back. I'm off to order pizza," she said as she turned around and walked away.

Tristan turned back to me, and he held out his hand, placing mine in his. I stood up. I could see that he was genuinely happy. "Let's go sit in the kitchen," he said, and he led the way out of the huge lounge.

We got to the kitchen as Cris went through the pizza menu. Tristan had let go of my hand before entering the kitchen so that Cris wouldn't see. "So, Dad, I heard that you will be giving a speech tomorrow. It was announced this morning too as a reminder. I know that you hate to be at schools to give a speech, but you really don't need to be there," she said as she sat down at the dining table.

"I want to do it seem that it will be the first and the last," he stated as he leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. I sat down across from Cris at the table.

"Oh, I have seen The Velvet Secret Fashion Show. Applications are open, and I think that you can apply" she said to me, completely ignoring her dad this time as her excitement took over.

"No, that won't happen," Tristan chimed in. I looked at him and he scowled at me. I let out a sigh.

"Dad, she can do what she wants, her father is supportive about it, so be happy for her." she stood up, " I am going to make a call. Elona, can you please pour us some juice?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied as I stood up.

As I walked past Tristan, his brows were furrowed, but he stared at the ground. He was not happy. I went round the kitchen counter and I reached for three glasses from the top cupboard, and then I took the juice out of the fridge, opening it. But then I felt him behind me. He placed his hands on the counter, caging me in. He leaned in, his breath against my ear, and it sent tingles throughout my body. I paused what I was doing.

"Why are you driving me crazy like this? Why are you refusing to listen when it comes to modeling?" He breathed.

I turned around to face him, and he was so close to me, I let out a breath. "I am doing what makes me happy-" he grabbed my jaw gently, and he crashed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and his lips lingered against mine. He pulled away, and I gasped. He rested his forehead against mine.

"If you don't listen to me, then I will be there...wherever you go. That is my compromise. I will also text you an address with instructions," he said softly.

"I have ordered the pizza. I hope they won't take forever to deliver," Tristan pulled away from me immediately, and I turned around to continue pouring the juice.

My heart was racing. Tristan shouldn't be risking us this way with kisses. I don't want to lose my best friend, as Tristan and I only began dating. I wish things had been different, but this is where we are right now, and we have to be careful.