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There were certain times when Paige wasn’t so sure she knew what she was doing. This was one of those times. Of course she did some nutty things in the past, but this was different. There were no drugs or even alcohol involved this time and as much as she wanted to know her reason for doing this, she really wasn’t sure. It was as though he was rubbing off on her more than she would’ve expected. And she didn’t even know him. For some reason though, she felt like she knew every side of him, but at the same time knew nothing at all about him. Whatever the case, his unpredictable ways never seemed to disappoint her. She was just curious as to what he’d be up to next. It wasn’t like he actually thought about his actions before he acted them out. And Paige right now was doing exactly the same.

Maybe Paige was just paranoid and there really wasn’t much reason behind it at all. Maybe all she wanted was just a food fuck on her little trip to L.A. before turning to New York. She knew better than ever that no one could probably give him a better time than he did. Stepping out of the car with her hood still up, Paige slipped on her sunglasses and looked around. There were many people around, but no one looked at her. And for those who did look at her didn’t recognize her.

She began to remember the last time she was harassed by people with cameras. Sure, it was flattering to see herself looking all cute on the E! as she complemented her own sense of style for that night, but all people could ever ask her about was what she had to say about the drug overdose rumors. Nor having anything to do or say to the cameras, Paige remembered trying to run away from them, eventually being rescued by a man around her age. Sure, he wanted nothing more to just fuck her and fuck off, but he was being so sweet! Well, Uhmm, no. Apparently Paige and I don’t see the same person.

He was amusing, though. Made her want to make him stay. He made it clear what he wanted and Paige gave it to him without a fuss. Still all she could think is that he was probably some smooth-talking pervert on the street who probably wouldn’t get anywhere in life or at least wouldn’t try even if his life depended on it. Maybe she was just turned on by the fact that, for once, someone was so arrogant about thinking it was okay for him to go out of his boundaries and invade her personal space within seconds after meeting her. He didn’t even introduce himself. He can’t be too bad, though, compared to the whore she was.It wasn't like she was staying in her boundaries. This was way out. Following a guy who only wanted her for sex.

She’d been with random paparazzi freaks who invited on getting with her if she wanted them to get rid of a scandalous picture. Sure, she made it worse most of the time, but she really didn’t care. So many she wasn’t any better tan Tristan. Being a high-class actress, she didn’t exactly act like one. Especially not when she got with photographers and club jumpers, just for her own benefit or boredom. Maybe even her carelessness. Wasn’t so bad when she managed to do it with big producers, her directed and club owners, but the upside of it all was that either way no one talked about it, so it never leaked too much, even though she could probably be considered the whore of Hollywood these days. It was either her or Gaga.

A part of her was sure everyone knew, but at the same time she figured if they could come up with lies and spread them life wildfire as rumors, they clearly didn’t know anything about her. They more they talked about her, though, the less she seemed to care. So anyway, she got out of the car and looked around the street she had come upon. She didn’t mean to stalk. Hell, she was the one girl that hated doing someone like that. She found it pathetic, annoying, creepy, and immoral (pth, morals). But he hinted it and now she was curious as to what the hell he was up to on this side of LA. I mean, it would make sense, it wasn’t like he had to be rich and famous to be around here, but still. She was just curious. It seemed to be really picking up when it came to Tristan’s unpredictable actions. As long as she found him and he hopefully had no clue she was even here.

Then again, there had to be a reason as to why he told her. The more mysterious he acted, the more curious she became. It was a little sad, she had to admit, from his actions, it seemed like he was just your typical asshole. So why the hell was she putting him on a pedestal? She looked around, making sure her hair was pulled back in a bun and more half her face was hidden. She banged her hand against the car, indicating she wanted it to buzz off. Driver understood the gesture and drove off while Paige was left in the crowd as if she were just another normal person walking down the Grove’s streets, looking around as she enjoyed herself at the same time, glad she could without having to be guarded or chases.

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Tristan wasn't even sure why he was here. He knew he was supposed to be playing a very minor role in the movie they were shooting, but they'd been shooting the same scene for the past hour and he wasn't even in it. But still, he was required to be here for some reason to watch it. His scene wasn't shooting until tomorrow, so he could basically just chill out here today. He didn't have that many lines.. he never did. Well, he would when they started filming whatever the movie was called that he was doing, considering it was his first huge role. Most would consider playing the terrorist that gets killed sort of an insult as a part, but Tristan figured it suited him. He was a lot like his character, causing chaos in the lives of whoever he came in contact with. That wasn't him just cracking up his ego either.. at lot of times, he did mess a lot up for people. If a girl had a boyfriend, most of the time he fucked that up. If they had somewhere to be, forget it. He had an addictive personality, almost anyone would agree. No matter how much Tristan Silvers got on your nerves, you could always find yourself crawling back to him. That wasn't a good thing, simply because his ego was the size of Saturn anyway.

But nonetheless, he was tired of sitting here watching the two actors think they were funny because they kept fucking up. He hoped they realized they were wasting his time, which was something he didn't stand for very often. He had places to go and people to see for heaven's sake. Of course, he didn't exactly have anything planned, but the bottle of booze in his fridge needed him! That or the club he might or mightn't have planned on attending this evening needed him. There were poor, helpless females there just waiting for a good time, and who was Tristan to deny them the basic right of having a good time with a stranger? A good looking stranger at that. Tristan specialized in one night stands, even though most of those turned into friends with benefits because they just couldn't stay away. He couldn't help it. He knew maybe he was allowing his ego out of bounds, even within his own standards. It was just in his head, so did it really matter? He didn't think so. He could make himself a legend inside his own skull and no one would even care. It wasn't like he didn't already act like he thought that, or already did think that.

Finally, fed up with waiting around he stood up and walked away from the area full of stars, makeup artists, crew members, and all the like. It was time for him to go blend in with the surrounding area. It wasn't like it was too hard for him, but his head was swimming with the recent conversation he'd had with Paige Nilles, the famous actress. Why the fuck was she even talking to him anyway? Wait, because he was hot. Better yet, why was he wasting his time thinking about her anyway? Wait, because she was hot. What's worse, this was all making sense now. But still, she could have had any one she wanted, but she was sticking around and calling him a creep, which he didn't appreciate. He wasn't a creep, he might have been a slightly overzealous flirter, but he was essentially harmless. His intentions weren't to be thought of as a stalker or a creep, he was just in this for a little fun. It irked him in immense ways that she thought of him that way, even if he had a slight feeling it was a joke.

Nonetheless, he tipped the bill of his hat to shade his eyes that were already hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. After that proved to be annoying, he flipped the hat around to wear it backwards. There were some perks to still being virtually unrecognizable and off the radar. Sure, there were some astute members of society that knew him as "That one guy from that one movie", which was enough for him for now. Wait, who was he kidding, it was never enough for him. He wasn't going to stop until he was on top of the world. He had the talent for it, he just needed to stop doing crazy shit, like disappearing to Ireland. If he'd quit pulling those stunts, maybe he'd settle himself down with an agent who could work solely on getting him recognized and not his insane, spontaneous habits.

Tristan dug his hands into his pockets, mingling amongst the people and doing so quite comfortably. There were days Tristan just wanted to forget that he might have a future and just blow everything off, blend in and be normal. Fuck the schedule, fuck responsibility, fuck this, fuck that. Wait a second, he was, for all intents and purposes, a no one. He could do that. He grinned to himself, looking down at the ground for a moment. It wasn't like him, his head was usually high with pride, but the hot pink shoes that were walking just in front of him caught his eyes. He didn't have a foot fetish or anything, but if you saw a pair of hot pink heels, wouldn't you want to look? Inevitably, his eyes started to drift up; calf muscles, knees, thighs, and finally the ass. And a sweet ass it was. He shut his eyes for half a second, just admiring the curvature of said ass in his mind. Time to work some Silvers Magic.

He picked up his pace, coming around her left after seeing there was a lamp post in her direct path. She would have to swerve left, and if he timed it just right, she would collide with him. No way would he make it his fault, he was just a complete dipshit like that. He lengthened his strides and hung back until the time was right, and he appeared at her side as a group of people closed in on the right, forcing her his direction. At the precise moment, their shoulders collided gently. He immediately looked down, removing his sunglasses only to see Paige. "Just can't keep your paws off me, can you," he teased right off the bat, not even thinking about his smart ass remark. Better question; what the hell was she doing here? She wouldn't be stalking him, would she? That would make her the creep and settle the playing field. But he decided, for once in his entire life, to keep his mouth shut. "Are you following me now?" Well shit, Trist. That worked out real well.

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To this moment, it’ll never be clear to her what she was saying and doing and thinking. It was all a mess up in her head, she was actually pretty confused. She said she didn’t like him. She made sure to show he didn’t get the idea that she didn’t have any sort of attraction towards him, but it never worked. As for her thinking, it was really a big mess. She wanted to be able to think he meant nothing to her, just another creep who only wanted her for her ass, but it wasn’t promising at all. No matter what she told herself to think about him, it all ended up being thrown in her face. She proved herself wrong every time, it was like her heart won every time when her mind tried to win.

It was really hard for her to decide what the hell she was doing here, exactly. Other than the fact that Tristan was rubbing off on her and her curiosity towards what he was really about her grew, she was clueless. For once, she was treated like a normal person, though. When it came to Tristan, she didn’t feel like she was one of the most well-known person that deserved a shit load of respect and that everyone should look up to her. With him, it was usually her that ended up having to look up at him.

It wasn’t really different with right now’s crowd either. She was being treated like just another person here at the grove. It didn’t bother her that the reason was because she was practically hidden. Barely anyone was looking at her, though. Didn’t matter, she was barely acknowledging anyone around her. She was looking around still for only that one person. For now, her senses were all shut off. She could only continue to look around for that one face in the entire crowd. Continuing forward, Paige didn’t realize she was about to run right into a lamp post until it was a foot away from her.

At that point, Paige widened her eyes and took a sharp right turn, but realizing someone else was about walking in her direction, she quickly turned the other way only to slam into another body. Her hands were at his chest and if she hadn’t realized instantly who chest it was, she would’ve been long gone. Paige didn’t move. When he spoke, she felt like shoving him away, but it wasn’t long until she was reminded why she was there in the first place. Reason as to why she wanted this guy wasn’t really clear, nor was there real motivation behind it. Would she really gain much if she got what she wanted? Will she lose anything if she were to walk away right now? Maybe the answers to both questions were mere pleasure. Wasn’t that really all it was?

Finally snapping into somewhat of a reality, Paige smirked. Note that it wasn’t the same reality she was normally associated with. She didn’t exactly notice she was doing something wrong when she found herself nibbling up her nick, taking a hold of the tip of his earlobe as she tugged at it. One of her hands grabbed him by the collar, pulling his body closer while the other now stroked up his arm. Giggling to herself, she tugged a little more with her teeth before letting go, ”Don’t flatter yourself, Boy.”

She was still talking all uninterested with him, but now it was obvious that she didn’t exactly see him as someone who was way out of her league anymore. She figured he never was and that she pretty much belittled anyone she didn’t know when she met them. Granted Tirstan was an ass who probably has been slapped and kicked in the nuts more than too many times by girls. ”But what if I am?” She asked, lips practically touching his as she looked up at him, almost exactly his height now with her heels.

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Tristan loved the feeling of her in his arms. Usually, he was a downright horn dog. He wasn't in it for anything aside from the quick fuck and duck, the bump and dump, any of those sort of rituals were the kind for him. He was feeling a little strange about his relationship with Paige though.. he'd already fucked her, so why was he hanging around? It just didn't make any damn sense.. not only was he continuing to hand around with her, but he was actually provoking it. He wanted to be with her, and he didn't know why. The only reason he figured he was even going along with this now was to figure out what the fuck he was thinking. He knew it was irrational of him, but when was Mr. Silvers ever actually rational anyway? Never, so it was very in character for him. Especially when the blond of his desires ended up against his chest.

He'd been expecting to be hit with a shoe or something, so the fact that she just leaned into him was actually very enjoyable. He stared down at her and her irresistible grin, wondering what was going through that head of hers. She really was hot, and he could understand why she was a bang-up actress.. even if her skills hadn't been as high-quality as they were, he'd hire her just to stand in front of a camera. If Tristan were to be completely honest, he'd say he had no idea what she was doing with him either. On the surface he loved himself and was God's personal gift to the rest of the breathing world, but deep down he knew he was only human, and a fairly lousy human at that. He stepped on people to get what he wanted, he took advantage of people, he used absolutely everything he could materially and pharmaceutically. But he preferred to just... not think about all that because it made him think worse about himself. That just wasn't acceptable.. he was Tristan Silvers for Christ's sake!

He squirmed slightly as she attacked his neck with a swarm of kisses, moving onto his ear. He leaned in as he was pulled closer, his hands resting at her hip for only a moment. After that they wandered down to the many rips in her jeans, a couple of his slender fingers slipping between the denim and the skin of her thighs. He mimicked her giggle as she bit at his earlobe, just trying to be a goof. He'd been bored out of his mind just seconds ago, so this sort of attention was surely welcome. He recoiled and dug his index fingers into her pockets to pull her closer, digging his face into her neck... well, the fluff on her jacket. He pulled away and wrinkled his nose, reaching up to scratch it lightly. "Oh, too late for that," he reassured her. He flattered himself 24/7 and now was no different. Especially while here filming something.. he was better than at least half the people running around this place right now, so that sent him on a ten-fold ego trip.

She posed her question, and Tristan honestly took a second to think about it. Well, maybe he was dwelling more on the close proximity of her lips with his, but he definitely thought about her question. It definitely wouldn't be all that bad if a hot chick like her was stalking him, hell no! But he had to make her think that. "Wouldn't be so bad," smooth one there, Trist. Get a grip you pathetic loser. He closed the gap between them just so their lips grazed before he pulled away. He cleared his throat lightly. "Shouldn't you be off being incredibly sexy somewhere right now?" he asked with a raised brow. She was famous, didn't she have somewhere she needed to be? Something better to do than wander around this place, running (although forcibly) into nobodies like Tristan Silvers? "Not that I mind that you're being incredibly sexy right here.. although it would work without this eskimo thing..." he commented, tugging at the hood of her jacket. He didn't understand the whole, puffy fur thing. After that he just leaned in and kissed her, one hand cupping her neck and the other forming to the arc of her back. He couldn't resist anymore. He pulled away hastily though, licking her lip gloss from his lips.

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Paige honestly wasn’t sure why she even in LA still when she hated the feeling of loving him. He liked her and that seened to be all that mattered to her. It shouldn’t really make a difference to her because everyone liked her. Especially the male population because they actually had a reason for liking her. And it wasn’t her looks, just her easiness of getting into bed. She sometimes doubted anyone liked her for any other reason. Sure, she had fans, she was sure of it, but there was always more paparazzi around her than fans. Who was she kidding, though? Tristan Silvers wasn’t any better at all.

She somehow didn’t care that she only caught his attention because she was hot and kept his attention because she was Paige Nilles. And maybe the only reason he would like her now is that “easiness” that every other man liked about her. So why did his touch always feel more amazing than others, anyway? Paige made sure to keep him close when she felt his fingers inside the rips of her jeans, her lips still against him a little. Paige felt tingles like none other when he refereed her as sexy, though. It was his style and countenance that kept her attention the entire time. Sexy. She was reacting to the wold as if she’d never heard of it before being said to her. As if no one ever called her that. It was far from the truth, though. She heard it all the time. She would agree, though. This wasn’t a place she belonged in, but didn’t say anything. They both knew she couldn’t stay away.

He commented on the jacket and she looked down at it, moving a hand away from him to undo her zipper when he tugged on her hood. Personally, she wasn’t a big fan of the extremely gaudy jacket either, but it was the only thing she could find in that stupid hotel room that could keep hiding her face. In New York, it was much easier to blend in. But wanting to stay with Tristan had to have some scarifies. She was willing to make them, apparently. ”Doesn’t look like we’ve got a choice.” She said to him, raising her eyebrows before asking, ”Care to get rid of it for me?”

Paige began to recall why she was there in the first place. Why she even bothered to be around to be around him. It was because of the only thing she was good at. And as long as she was good at it, she could keep him around. This time, though, she had a feeling she wanted it more than he did. She couldn’t remember why she was so horny, but she was. She just wanted to get out of this stupid Eskimo jacket and be somewhere along with him. The last thing she wanted was to be seen and be pounced with cameras and questions about what she had to say about the mug-shot picture.

She basically forgot about how pissed and distracted she was when she felt his lips against hers. Paige finally recalled why she was desperate to see him again. Her body moved to press against him when she felt his hand around her waist and sooner than she would’ve expected, it was over. Keeping herself from pouting, she looked up at him when he licked his lips of her gloss. Reaching over, she wiped the side of his lip and grinned, clearly at a loss of words at this point.

All she wanted at the moment was to drag him to a supply closet for a good fuck if he didn’t get the obvious hint she gave off already. Still unable to utter anything smart, she pressed her lips back against his for much longer this time. Pulling away eventually, Paige looked up at him and tilted her head, ”You busy?” Of course Paige always made time for him. Hell she blew off her flight back to NY for him. He asked her to stay, she was more than happy too, he, however, probably had better things to do than stick around a dumb blonde who wanted him to stay. Didn’t matter how famous or hot she was, she still felt inferior to him. Something told her he would answer no, though. Why wouldn’t he? She was making it clear she wanted him in her pants, there was no reason for him to turn away. Was there?

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The only reason Tristan ever kept anyone around was narrowed down to two options. They were either very good in bed, or exceptionally amusing to him. A guy like Tristan who had a new girl every day and a new focus every ten seconds was very difficult to keep settled on one main goal. His attention bounced around on a pogo stick it seemed, never staying in one place for too long. It really wasn't his fault; his father was the exact same way. The wretched woman he called mother always told him he was a spitting image of the man he despised but never really knew. He hated it, trying to avoid being a copycat of someone who wasn't worth imitating, but the harder he worked to be different the more alike he came. The more he used everyone he came into contact, the more girls he used just for his own pleasure, the more hearts he broke, the more he broke himself. One day it would all come crashing down like a house of cards, nothing left to show for his efforts but a pile of atomic dust.

But who was he to even think about the future?

She suggested he take off her jacket, and he just stared down at her with a cocky grin to top off all others. "I'd rather take these off," he said as he slid his hand up and out of the rips of her jeans and into the hem of the waistband. He felt her warm skin against the other side and almost let a fond smile take over his chauvinistic grin. Almost. He loved the feeling of a body next to him.. knowing someone cared enough to stick around even if it was just for his dick. He felt more than that toward Paige though. He didn't just want to fuck her all the time - well, he most definitely did, but he could stand doing other things with her - even if that's all they really did anyway. He watched her scan nervously around for random people wanting photos and comments, when really it was just a clever disguise for "We want something to embarrass and torment you with this week". He knew the mugshot was lying heavily on her shoulders and he shouldn't be here with her.. it would just be another thing to explain. Why hot shot Paige Nilles was even associating with someone of lesser social status, let alone kissing in public. But it all boiled down to the fact that it wasn't Tristan's problem. Not at all.

Paige wiped at his lip to remove the excess lip gloss and he wrinkled his nose, playing cutesy for a second. Tristan was exceptionally good at that - balancing sexy, cute, hardcore, asshole, and sweetheart to get exactly what it was he wanted. He knew Paige liked the fiery asshole he could be, but by showing his softer side for just second glimpses like that would show maybe a little more of what he wished he could bring himself to tell her outright. He couldn't, so for now this would work. She pressed her lips against his and he gave a genuine smile for a moment as his arms instinctively laced around her slender waist to hold her close. The warmth of her body traveled through the heavy fabric of her jacket and his as well. As much as he wanted rid of the fur that seemed to mock him around her neck, he decided to leave it as a form of torture for her. He knew her neck was a sensitive area that he would attack to please her, so for now he would avoid it. If he wanted to turn her on, he needn't go any further. But he, for once, didn't exactly want to turn her on. He wanted to play a quiet game of cat and mouse first.. a sort of introduction to the foreplay they would both enjoy.

She pulled away, and this time he felt like it was too short. He gave a silent sigh of disappointment, but sucked it up faster than she could notice. At her question, he cocked his head slightly, just looking down at her with his greenish eyes. "That depends," he stated casually, staring into her crystalline eyes. "What could possibly be in it for me?" he questioned innocently, almost like he didn't even know. He knew she would put out for him.. she always did. For a second he felt like he needed to somehow put out for her in ways aside from sexual favors, like an actual b-- no Tristan, just shut up while you still can. He promised himself he would shove his feelings aside and act normal. He would pretend she was nothing special to him; he was not about to get himself wrapped up in girls again, at least on a serious level. Heartbreak wasn't something Tristan had experienced more than once or even dealt with well. Look at him: he's an alcoholic and a drug addict at even the best of times, imagine when you add something like a broken heart into the mix?! Catastrophic for sure.

To make up for his semi-awkward silence, he dipped in for a light kiss on her lips. He suddenly wondered why girls wore lip gloss.. it always just ended up all over his face. He pulled away quickly so he didn't seem too desperate. Tristan fucking Silvers was never desperate, nor did desperate women come to him. That's just how it was. He gazed over her shoulder watching some people who were watching back, a little too interested. He growled lightly, his hands withdrawing from inside her jeans, one dropping down to fit her slender fingers between his. He began walking away from where they were filming, his answer about being busy very clear now, as if it hadn't been before. Holding hands was something a little too cute for Tristan, but he decided to make an exception.

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Paige looked up at him and wasn’t so sure why she was so shocked he answered the way he did. What the hell did she expect from him when she made a comment like that? For all he cared, the jacket could go to hell as long as the pants were down. Well, no. She wasn’t going to do that. Getting all pissed about this? No…she dug her own hole with that one, there was no reason to be pissed so she wiped off the look on her face that clearly said something different than, “I’m only here to fuck.” Wasn’t that the impression she wanted to give them when she came here, though? That shouldn’t change. Besides, whatever the case was, she had to love the feeling of his hand in the hem of her waistband. ”Because that’s exactly why I’m here, Tristan, to take these off for you.” She didn’t mean to snap, it just came out. She was trying to make a point. Then again, that really was why she was there.

She noticed he was watching now that she was scanning around the area and tried hard to make it seem like she had no problem with being here for him. Not that he really cared, but that would just make him want to leave her or something. Hell, anything could make Tristan leave, he just wasn’t the ‘stick around’ kinda guy. She knew that much already after knowing him a few weeks. Barely. How she managed to fall for him out of…well, everyone, she didn’t know. Nor did she want to know. It was bad enough that she was confused about why she wanted to stay, but it would be even worse if she started to actually think about what made her even like him in the first place.

She watched him crinkle his nose a little and her facial expression didn’t really change. So he had a cute side, who would’ve thought. It was a bit weird, though, because she’d been seeing it a lot recently. Especially the post-sex moment when she knew he just wanted to have Tristan time with Paige excluded from the scene and that meant no spooning. She was getting used to that Tristan. Now it was him actually wanting her to stick around and telling her not to leave his side when she was actually at her own place. She could admit to herself, she was simply loving it. But still hating the fact that she did love it. It wasn’t like her to love it. Not that she was going to admit it anyone, she’d be in downright denial.

Even Paige felt the warmth through her jacket and it had her regretting wearing that piece of shit even more. It depends? Paige raised her eyebrow at him as he looked into her eyes, her own eyes looking strangely innocent and at first clueless when she looked up at him as if she had no clue what it would depend on. Be in it for him? What could be in it for him?! ”Uhmm…me?” The look on his face did tell her that was probably the last thing he was thinking about right now. Did he seriously think she’d want to stick around for something other than sex? Did he seriously expect her to offer something other than sex? Did he want anything other than sex?

When she felt the lip kiss, Paige instantly returned it and clearly didn’t expect it to be that short and her lips ended up following him when he pulled away for only about a second before she realized that it was over. Again. Didn't want to seem desperate. She was desperate, though. When he growled, Paige tilted her head at him, “What?” Before she knew it, the warm touch inside the rips of her jeans was gone and she felt a cool breeze against them. Did that mean he was busy? She couldn’t tell. Before she knew it, her hand was being held in hers. She had to look down to reassure herself that it was true. Tristan Silvers? Holding hands with her? Whoa, what? Since when? It was probably just by accident or something when he wanted to grab her wrist, she told herself. Then again, her fingers seemed to fit perfectly against his as if he meant it to happen. She pulled away, slightly disturbed. What was that? She didn’t think about it.

Or at least she tried not to as she continued to walk, but eventually began to wonder. It was just him holding her hand, but she was making a big deal about it. It was a big deal. Keeping up with him, Paige ended up taking his hand again, this time intertwining her fingers with his own as she kept herself close to him as she could when she walked. ”Where are we going?” She asked quietly as if nothing had changed, eventually enough, she reached up to her hood and pulled back her hood to fall behind her head as she looked around. Safe for now, she hadn’t got far into the crowd yet, she just wasn’t used to walking down a public place without a hood and shades. It seemed like she just didn’t care when it came to being around him. It’s not like she had anything to hide here. If people find out she’s all over the potential new Jack Bailey (only worse than JB), then so be it. It wasn’t like he hated attention anyway.

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He knew it was a bit of a shock for him to be holding hands with her, considering it was a gesture of endearment and no one was close to Tristan. Sure some said Jack Bailey was and some people said that Juliette was, but really neither of them were anymore. Jack had his woman and his career.. he didn't need friends. Tristan was more on his own than most people would think.. he didn't rely on anyone and no one relied on him. An adjustment would be nearly impossible, considering he'd lived like this for quite some time now, at least ever since his father deserted them. He didn't know what had been up his mother's ass for so long, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to know or even remotely care. His goal was to avoid her at all costs and maybe even rid himself of the wretched woman all-together. If he could have any one person on the face of the planet killed it would be her. Not those petty enemies he had from college or high school, or rapists and murderers. His own mother.

But his mom was the last woman on his mind right now. Paige was. It was becoming increasingly frequent that she was the only thing on his mind, as a matter of fact. Even as he walked down the street with her and he glanced over to see the sun absorbed by her skin he found himself incapable of letting the image go. She was hot, yes, but he saw beauty deeper than that which was something he wasn't used to at all. For Tristan, attractiveness was only skin deep and didn't go any further than what he couldn't see on the outside of someone. That whole, inner beauty thing.. it really didn't fit. You couldn't tell if someone was beautiful on the inside.. hell, everyone was filled with organs and shit which were certainly not pretty in any way, shape, or form.

It was then that Paige recoiled her hand, and Tristan his reality like a concrete barrier. What the fuck was he thinking?! There was absolutely no way that someone like her would ever feel anything for someone like him. And for that matter, he shouldn't be feeling anything for anyone! He was Tristan Silvers for fuck's sake, he just didn't do things like that. He was a loner and always would be. The girls would chase after him because they heard he was good in bed, he would fuck the hottest of the hot, and that was the extent of things. There wouldn't be any girlfriends, hand holding, marriage proposals, weddings, or children (ones that he would recognize and take responsibility for, at least) for him. Those just weren't things he felt like he needed in life. But he did feel like he needed something now, because even though it was slight, his facial expression and entire persona dropped when she let go of his hand. His bright and cheery self seemed to dim several Watts, but he worked hard to remain upbeat and pretend it didn't bother him when, for some damn reason, it did.

As if by some divine intervention, she took his hand again. Without hesitation he returned to the bouncy, cocky Tristan he'd been before. At her question he just grinned, looking over at her as he tried not to concentrate on their hands swinging back and forth together. He probably should have taken a moment to slap himself to reality at that point, though. He was taking this a little far by anyone's standards. "Does it matter?" he teased, somehow knowing they were both absolutely okay with being anywhere as long as the other was around. He didn't think too much about that though, considering it only furthered his point that he was getting far too attached to the girl he shouldn't even be speaking to. But it didn't matter.. shit happens for a reason right? And there had to be a reason these two were brought together, here, today, now. Tristan wasn't a big believer in fate, but there wasn't a whole lot else he could use to explain the current circumstances.

Being the live-in-the-moment person that he naturally was, he just allowed them to wander through the streets being perfectly normal, and silent even. For some reason, he was absolutely content with what was going on around him. He had the feeling that today was going to thrive on spontaneity, now that she'd skipped filming for him and he'd officially done the same for her. He took a right into one of the little bars he knew was here, it was Irish and probably one of the best in the area for its scotch and spirits. He pulled the door open and held it for her as he entered as well. Tristan had taken a liking to Ireland, especially after his trip their just a short time ago. He enjoyed the atmosphere.. besides, the accent when he was drunk was something he could laugh at for nearly hours. "Feel like a scotch?" he asked as he led her up to the bar; it was more like a statement intended for himself than a question for her. He didn't plan on getting sloshed here, just a scotch considering he was starting to get a little shaky and lightheaded. He'd had a jack and coke this morning, but it was now early afternoon and his alcoholism was running rampant through his veins.

He didn't let go of her hand even as he took a seat and ordered a shot. Even Paige probably knew, though he'd only known her a month or two, of his alcohol addiction. It was something that he couldn't exactly hide when he woke up in the middle of the night for a shot of liquor. He finally forced himself to drop her hand and stop touching her. He dipped the shot back easily, obviously not phased by it in the least. To be brutally honest, Tristan had built up quite the immunity to alcohol over the years and could definitely hold his own, even against some of the heavyweights he often found himself in drinking games against. But this wasn't a drinking game.. he just wanted his head on straight again. And after a couple more shots it was, and he was disgusted with himself for being so cute with her. He almost growled, but held his own ground against himself. He leaned over the stool to press his lips to hers, hungrily this time. His mannerisms now screamed that he didn't want anything but sex.

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Well, no. It really didn’t matter where the hell they were going, but small talk was always necessary in awkward moments like these. It wasn’t long before she found herself in a bar with him. She couldn’t really ask for anything else, I mean it wasn’t like he was about to skip all jolly-goodly with her to the shopping mall as they buy fluttery things and pretty flowers or something disgustingly cute. She didn’t mind this at all. No, she wasn’t in the mood for a scotch, but just shrugged as he led her into the area.

When he took a seat, she said nothing nor did she react to the fact that he let her hand go. Why? She didn’t know. Did she care? Well, yes. She didn’t know why, but she really did; she didn’t want him to let go. Leaning over the counter, she asked for a cold drink, taking a seat on the stool next to him. It wasn’t long before she felt his lips right against hers. Anyone could’ve heard Paige moan at that point. It was either out of pleasure or just surprise, not even she knew. Whatever the case, she loved it. She didn’t know why, but somehow she wasn’t shocked entirely of his behavior. Tristan was bound to do this today, that’s what he was there for.

Then again, wasn’t she the one that went out looking for him for sex today? Of course she did and it was safe to say that she really enjoyed it. So the hungry kisses turned into a make-out session, which turned into her leading him to the back rooms of the club. Funny how she knew they were even there. Anyway, that’s what it led to. Which all ultimately led her to her falling hard for him within about a week. She found herself at the point where it was just hard to step out of his place. And when she did, she had to make sure he was there. Paige no longer liked being alone in her big suite, she found herself calling him to come over right away. To her surprise, he came every time. He was probably bored and horny every time, she didn’t know. That had to be a good enough reason, why else would he come? She didn’t mind giving it to him, honestly. I mean, whatever it took to make him stay, she did it. Wasn’t much to offer, but she managed to do it. And it was like that for over a week.

Didn’t really stop after that, but she was just there at his point, all lonely. She’d come in, but he wasn’t home. When she called, Tristan said he was on his way to go see his friend Jack Bailey. The Jack Bailey. Since when did he know a-listers other than Paige? Yeah, she got jealous, but just shrugged it off. He just picked up a-lister around here like daisies or something. Or maybe he just runs into them like he ran into Paige? She didn’t know.

For all she knew, they’ve known each other a while now or something. Didn’t really matter, she didn’t know why she was thinking into it so much. What else was she supposed to do, she was pretty lonely. She did snoop around his place a little, but didn’t really go into the totally personal places. Paige ate in his kitchen, and she did go into his closet at one point, trying on a couple of his shirts that she recalled him wearing. Eventually she passed out for a moment in his bed, getting sleepy from waiting up for him.

She didn’t blame him because he had a social life, too. It was something she was hiding out from, her friends did text and call and fbook message her, but she didn’t bother answering. They didn’t need to know where she was, it was none of their business. She was with her…friend. Whatever he was. He was more than just a fuck buddy. No where near a boyfriend (as much as she wanted to call him that) and not exactly a friend. If this was just a fling to him, she wouldn’t be shocked, but at the same time, she would be so pissed. Anywho, in nothing but her undergarments and his shirt, she fell asleep, completely comfortable in his comforters even though it was only seven at night.

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