Chapter 2
Two
T ristan gave Sophie a reassuring smile as he stood up from his desk. “C’mon into the kitchen. Let’s try to get a light breakfast into you.”
Sophie hesitated for a moment, still feeling a bit off-balance, but the warmth in Tristan’s voice gave her the nudge she needed. She followed him out of the office, the soft hum of the house around them somehow comforting.
As they walked through the hallway, Sophie’s gaze wandered, taking in more of the home’s details—family photos, cozy furnishings, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. It all added to the sense of calm slowly starting to settle over her.
They entered the kitchen, a bright and inviting space with sunlight streaming in through the windows. The countertops were clutter-free, and the smell of fresh coffee was more pronounced here. Tristan moved with an easy familiarity, opening cabinets and pulling out what he needed.
“Sit down.” He gestured to the small kitchen table. “I’ll whip up something light. Toast, maybe? Or some fruit?”
Sophie nodded as she took a seat, feeling a little more like herself with each passing minute. “Toast sounds good,” she replied, her voice still a bit shaky but steadying.
Tristan busied himself at the counter, toasting bread and slicing up some fruit. The normalcy of it all—the simple act of preparing breakfast helped ground Sophie. She watched him move around the kitchen, his presence soothing.
In a few minutes, Tristan set a plate in front of her with a couple slices of toast, a small dish of butter, and a bowl of mixed fruit. “Here you go.” He took a seat across from her with his own cup of coffee. “Eat what you can. No pressure.”
Sophie picked up a piece of toast and took a small bite, the familiar taste helping to settle her nerves even more. “Thank you, Tristan. For everything.”
Tristan smiled, a warm and genuine expression that reached his eyes. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
As they sat there, sharing a simple breakfast in the quiet morning light, a sense of peace began to replace the fear and confusion that had gripped her. She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, she knew she wasn’t alone. And for now, that was enough.
As Sophie nibbled on her toast, Tristan leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. He seemed to be weighing his words carefully before he finally spoke.
“I’ve been thinking about what happened last night,” he began, his tone serious but still gentle. “The drug that was slipped into your drink—it likely wasn’t something typical. Based on how quickly it affected you and how violently you reacted later, I think it was a homemade concoction.”
Sophie looked up, her brows furrowing in concern. “Homemade?”
Tristan sighed, resting his elbows on the table. “It was probably something someone mixed up themselves, not a standard drug you’d find on the street. That makes it harder to know exactly what was in it and how it might affect you in the long-term.”
A wave of unease washed over Sophie as she processed what he was saying. The idea that someone targeted her with a homemade drug was terrifying, and the uncertainty about what it could do was even more unsettling.
Tristan must have noticed the worry in her eyes because he leaned forward, his gaze steady and reassuring. “I don’t want you to panic, but I do think it’s a good idea to get some basic bloodwork done. It’s just to be safe, to make sure there’s nothing lingering in your system that could cause problems later on.”
Sophie nodded slowly, appreciating his straightforwardness. “That makes sense,” she said, her voice a bit steadier now. “I’ll do that.”
Tristan smiled, clearly relieved she was taking his advice seriously. “I can set up an appointment for you with a friend who’s discreet. We’ll make sure everything is handled carefully.”
“Thank you,” Sophie replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me, Tristan.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” he said, his tone warm. “Just focus on taking care of yourself.”
As they continued their light breakfast, his calm presence was exactly what she needed to navigate the uncertainty of what had happened. For the first time since waking up in that strange room, she felt like she had a plan—a way forward—and it made all the difference.
As Sophie finished the last bite of her toast, a yawn escaped her, surprising her with how tired she still felt. The events of the night had clearly taken more out of her than she realized.
“Tristan, do you have a phone charger?” She stifled another yawn. “I want to call my friend Jenna and let her know I’m okay. I also need to grab my purse and shoes.”
Tristan nodded, a small smile on his lips. “I have a fast charger in my room. It’ll get your phone up and running in no time.” He stood up and gestured for her to follow him.
Sophie got up, feeling a little steadier on her feet now, and followed Tristan up the stairs. He pointed to a comfortable-looking chair in the corner of the room, near a side table where a phone charger was plugged in.
Tristan took a seat in the chair, and Sophie couldn’t help but ask, “Is this where you spent the night?”
He chuckled softly, looking slightly embarrassed. “Only until you settled down. I wanted to be close by in case you needed anything.”
Sophie felt an additional pang of gratitude. “Thank you,” she said quietly, handing him her phone.
Tristan plugged it into the charger. “I’ll give it a few minutes to build a charge.”
Sophie nodded, feeling the pull of exhaustion even more now that she was sitting down. The bed was soft and welcoming, and it didn’t take long for her to give in, lie down and drift off into a deep sleep. The last thing she remembered was Tristan’s comforting presence.
The next thing she knew, her phone was ringing, startling her awake. Disoriented, she reached for it, hoping it was Jenna. But when she looked at the screen, she sighed—it was just a telemarketer.
A few more texts popped up.
Jenna: Call me when you get home. I’m not worried knowing you’re with Tristan.
She wanted to know how Jenna knew him. She was about to call her when she glanced at the clock, realizing with a start that she had been sleeping for hours.
Just as she was about to sit up, Tristan walked into the room, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. “I should have awakened you,” he sat down beside her on the bed, “but you looked so comfortable. I didn’t have the heart to disturb you.”
Sophie smiled, a warmth spreading through her at his words. “I didn’t realize how tired I was,” she admitted. “But I feel a lot better now.”
Tristan returned her smile, his eyes soft with understanding. “That’s good to hear. Rest is the best thing for you right now.”
She nodded, feeling more at ease than when she woke up earlier. “Thank you, Tristan. For everything.” Impulsively, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
He hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back, gently at first, then with growing hunger. Their kisses intensified, their bodies moving together in a wave of desire. They tumbled into the bed, lost in the heat of the moment.
As Sophie and Tristan’s lips met, their kiss deepened. The tension that had built between them, unspoken and electrifying, now grew exponentially in their embrace. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer.
Sophie's fingers threaded through his hair, her breath coming in soft gasps against his mouth. "Oh God," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty. His hair was soft as silk.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Are you sure about this?"
Sophie nodded, her hazel eyes now rimmed gold with longing. "Yes. I've never been surer." She nibbled his jaw, nuzzling his chin. She had no idea what she was doing other than there was something about this man that made her want him.
With that, his lips crashed back onto hers, more urgent this time. They fumbled together, their movements hurried and eager. His hands slipped under her borrowed shirt, caressing the soft skin of her waist, then moving higher to cup her round, full breasts. Sophie moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his touch.
She tugged at the undershirt she wore, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He broke the kiss just long enough to help her pull it over her head. Her fingers explored the hard planes of his muscles, marveling at the strength she found there.
His hands were busy, quickly ridding Sophie of her bra. He leaned down, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone. She gasped as his lips found the sensitive skin just below her breast, his tongue flicking out to tease her.
"Please..." she breathed, her voice heavy with need.
He needed no further encouragement. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes darkening with desire. Then his mouth was on her again, kissing a path down her chest until he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Sophie cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
Their remaining clothes were discarded hastily, urgency driving their movements. When they were finally skin to skin, the sensation was overwhelming. He pressed his body against hers, the heat of his skin searing into her. He kissed her again, deeper, his tongue exploring her mouth as their bodies aligned perfectly.
His hardness pressed against her thigh, and she arched her hips, desperate for more. He groaned, his hand moving between them to touch her intimately. She was wet, ready for him, and his fingers slipped easily through her folds, finding her clit and rubbing gently.
"Oh God," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
He kissed her deeply, his fingers teasing her clit. Sophie climbed higher, the tension building inside her until she thought she might burst. Then he moved his fingers lower, slipping one inside her, then another. She gasped at the sensation, her hips rocking against his hand.
"You're so ready for me," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes, please," she begged.
He reached for his night table and pulled a trio of packets free. After tearing the seam of one, he rolled the condom down his hard long, thick cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes for one last confirmation.
She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies stilling for a moment to savor the connection.
Then he began to move, slowly at first, his thrusts deep and measured. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, urging him on. Their rhythm increased, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the creak of the bed, their mingled breaths and moans.
The tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. She cried out, her body convulsing around his as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He followed moments later, his own release spilling into her as he groaned.
They collapsed together, breathless and sated. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him so they were tangled together in the afterglow. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently stroking her back.
"That was amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
"It was," he agreed, his own voice husky. "You're amazing,"
She smiled, feeling a warmth that went beyond the physical. In that moment, everything felt right. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I’ll be right back.” He slid from beneath her and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
She rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. She had never done anything like this before.
He returned, a damp washcloth in his hand. He slipped into bed beside her, and, pressing the cloth to her mound, he kissed her gently. “Sophie?”
She pressed two fingers against his lips. “My knight.”
She slid from the sheets and hunted for her bra and panties. She quickly slipped into them, followed by his shirt and shorts. She slipped into her shoes and grabbed her phone. “I need to call an Uber.”
He nodded, a small sad smile playing on his lips. “Let me take you home?” He brushed a strand of hair from her face.