The Wife He Tried To Erase (by Gavin) novel Chapter 8

It wasn’t until I was shoved into the backseat of his car that my brain caught up with my body.

I scrambled upright, heart pounding.

“Tristan? What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he slid in beside me, his massive frame filling the space like a mountain.

The car’s spacious backseat gave him room to maneuver, and he leaned in close, his breath warm against my neck.

A shiver ran through me, my voice trembling as I stammered, “What are you doing?”

“Who were you planning to give a shot?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, each word laced with something possessive.

“Give what?” I shot back, confused and flustered.

“Eleanore,” he said, his tone softening but still urgent, “I wanted to give you time to come around on your own, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Before I could process his words, I felt something press against my stomach, his body impossibly close.

I pushed against him, panic rising. “You’ve got the wrong person! Your girlfriend’s back there!”

“Girlfriend?” His brow furrowed, confusion his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Katrina!” I blurted, my voice sharper than I intended.

He let out a dry laugh. “Who told you she’s my girlfriend? Lona?”

He shook his head, exasperated. “That guy in there? That’s Katrina’s husband. They’ve been married for seven years.”

I froze, my mind reeling. “What?”

“Stop listening to Lona’s nonsense,” he said, his voice softening. “Careful, or you’ll end up

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catching her stupidity.”

I bristled, defensive.

“Don’t talk about my friend like that. You’re the stupid one–your whole family’s stupid!”

He grinned, undeterred. “Glad you noticed.”

I opened my mouth to argue, then realized I’d accidentally thrown Lona under the bus too.

My face burned as he chuckled, clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

Tristan’s expression shifted, growing serious.

He leaned back slightly, giving me space. “So that’s why you’ve been so distant? You thought I was with her?”

“Distant?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “You’re the one who disappeared. I haven’t seen you in days.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, warm and unguarded.

“Ive been investing in a boxing gym, and Katrina’s handling the operations. I was waiting for things to settle before coming to see you. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“I wasn’t worried,” I mumbled, but my voice lacked conviction.

He didn’t let me finish. In an instant, his lips were on mine, fierce and consuming.

Everything else melted away–the bar, the confusion, the doubts. It was just us, tangled in a moment that felt inevitable.

When I came to my senses, we were in his bed, our clothes a forgotten heap on the floor.

His body was even more solid than I remembered, all hard lines and strength.

I noticed his back now bore a few scars.

His strong body contrasted sharply with my own, the difference electric under my fingertips.

His weight and heat pressed down on me, leaving me trembling.

I pushed against his chest with my foot. “Wait.”

“I can’t,” he murmured, his voice raw with need. “Please don’t ask me to stop now.”

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“But you’re supposed to have that iron will of yours,” I teased, my voice shaky.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my car. “Even steel melts under a fire like this.”

And then I was lost, swept away in a tide of heat and longing. Reality blurred into a dream, and I surrendered to the blaze of his touch.

When I woke, the morning light was soft, my body aching in a way that felt both foreign and familiar.

Tristan was beside me, his face relaxed, a contented smile playing on his lips.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice warm.

I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room. “This is your place?”

“Yeah,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow. “I’ve been working late on the gym project, so I’ve been crashing here to avoid disturbing my parents.”

I nodded, pieces clicking into place. So that was why Lona hadn’t seen him around.

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