Chapter 9: January 19, 2021: Estrenar
"I judged you to be far from a romanticist. I guess the reality is quite disappointing. Also, you can call me Syn and I will call you Tristan, will that be alright?"
Granting that Syn just took a jab at his personality, Tristan appeared amused, much to the lady's pressure.
"Yes, Syn. Another thing, I have no intention of coercing you to quit your part-time jobs. However, I'm afraid you will have to be mine alone. Please cut contact with your other clients. You can still be acquaintances with them though."
"That much is fine. Are you that lonely that you are utilizing me?"
Surprisingly, the impermeable composed look of Tristan broke down. He frowned at his better of a player companion as he responded, "Sure, whatever you may think. There is no hiding from you, quite tedious if I may say."
"Thank you so much for the compliment."
"I won't welcome your gratitude."
"I could care less. Anyway, you said something concerning the love of your life. How did you determine that I am not qualified to be that person?"
Replacing the ugly grimace, a larky grin spread across his face. He stared at her wordlessly for a mite, clearly delighted at the situation.
"Konrad"
"Excuse me?" Syn tilted her head to the side, baffled by what Tristan had said.
"Konrad Brecheisen"
"Who is th-"
"The man you bumped into earlier when you entered the bar."
Syn pursed her lips, unable to utter a word. Her eyes gradually narrowed into slits, urging Tristan to stop his tattling. Lamentably for the lady, the man was delighted that he found one thing that could possibly make her irate.
"You are smitten, aren't you?"
Noticing the lady's reaction, Tristan resolved to push his opinions some more towards the tight-lipped Syn.
"I could help you set up a date with him if you want."
"That is..."
"What?"
Her perfect poise waned as dejection grew apparent in her expression. His little show of mischief ended shortly, interchanging it with humaneness that he did not know he had. He wasn't anticipating for her to respond as though.
"I was out of the line. I apo-"
Tristan arranged for an apology right away, though he was forthwith interrupted.
"Even if I have that desire, I won't act on it. I just made a resolve to forget that man, yet here you are being an annoying reminder."
She bowed her head out of modesty. It was bizarre enough that she was talking about her raw feelings with a client, and a stranger to boot. The quiver in her voice alluded to exasperation, conviction only a facade.
"Besides, I'm only a lowly prostitute. You said he was your superior so he's high up the hierarchy. Why would someone as dirty and ugly as me approach that person? You're making me feel worse, you know?"
Tristan stood up from his seat and went near Syn. He knelt beside her, then using his right hand, he gently touched her cheek and looked at her dead in the eyes.
'Consoling a doleful woman is not a part of the list of my strong suits. But I just can't leave her like that. What should I do? My former partners seemed to love it when I complimented them. Will that also work on Syn?'
"Why are you so hard on yourself? Hmm? You are, without a doubt, beautiful. Believe in me when I say this, please."
The lady stayed unresponsive and simply stared back at him, so he repeated his plea.
"Syn, now that I've encountered a lovely soul named you, I won't let you think for a second that you're ugly. Outside of the contract, I will be a friend you that you can rely on. Please do not feel discouraged."
He stroked her cheek lovingly. His other hand swept the strands of hair cluttering on her face towards the rear of her ears. That gesture made her pleased. She felt that her chest was a bit lighter upon being able to let out some of her pent-up emotions.
"Mmm," Syn whimpered as she indulged in his touch.
The mere cry managed to stun the unknowing Tristan. He immediately retracted his hand and stood up. He scrambled to find an excuse to dismiss the ripening thirst at the pit of his stomach.
"I presume you are weary of your long day. Let us be on our way. I'm taking you home."
Syn obliged, albeit timidly. He held her hands to assist her in standing up. However, as soon as she was on her feet, Tristan's lips collided with hers.
At first, perplexity was visible on her countenance. But she soon followed his lead. She placed one of her hands on his right shoulder and the other on his lean chest which was more than sturdy because of how defined his muscles were.
Meanwhile, one of his hands was on her waist and the other on her back, caressing the whole area to make her feel at ease.
Hungry but meticulous was how Tristan was kissing Syn. He nibbled on her bottom lip, allowing a whispered moan to escape her mouth. When his tongue licked the fullness of her plump lips, which were soft as the cradle of a feather, the exquisite taste of a well-aged red wine invaded his senses, leading him to a drunken languor.
Every time he covered her lips with his, she cried in pleasure and that served to fuel up his arousal. A few more seconds passed until her knees gave in. Respectably so, Tristan caught her in time, though that signaled the end of their passionate exchange.
Syn revealed her hazy eyes to gaze at him while they were struggling to gasp for air. He leaned his forehead to touch hers, making sure to not let any of her expressions pass.
'I have this presage that if I continue this relationship, nothing but regrets will come at me, not even her. Despite that...'
"Syn, should we take this contract relationship a step further?"
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
mrmrcia
mrmrcia Estrenar [Spanish] - means ‘first time’ or the beginning of something. It’s used to describe the first time you do, wear or use something for the first time.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone