CHAPTER 2

TRISTAN POV

As I walked into the house, Miguel immediately bombarded me with questions. "Hey Bro, you suddenly disappeared last night! So who's the lucky girl? It's a shame you weren't there last night; Stacey was looking for you! She's really crazy about you. What did you do there that got her so obsessed with you?"

I chuckled and shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, Miguel, it's not what you think. Last night, was just so amazing. That's the best night i have ever had.

Miguel nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, you sure know how to have a good time. So, what happened? Why did you leave in the middle of all the fun?"

I sighed, recalling the events of the night. "It was getting pretty wild in there, but things took an unexpected turn. Angelo's girlfriend, Lisa, kept staring at me throughout the night. It made me uncomfortable, and I didn't want to cause any trouble or ruin Angelo's special day."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Wait, why was Lisa staring at you? Did something happen between you two?"

I shook my head, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "No, nothing happened between us. It's just that Lisa kept staring at me and I don't want to do a thing that could ruin our friendship. You know angelo has been a bit possessive of Lisa. I guess he saw the way lisa was staring at me and got jealous or something. I didn't want to escalate the situation, so I decided to leave."

Miguel let out a low whistle, clearly impressed by the drama unfolding. "Man, that's intense. But what about Stacey? Why was she looking for you?"

I shrugged, feeling both confused and curious. "I don't know, Miguel. Stacey and I only had sex once, and I've never hinted at anything more. Maybe she just wanted to chat and catch up."

Miguel grinned, playfully nudging my shoulder. "Seriously, man. Stacey totally likes you. She's been dropping hints for months. Maybe she finally got brave enough to make a move."

I chuckled, annoyed by Miguel playful teasing. "You're overthinking it, Miguel. Stacey and I are nothing, it only happened once, and that's how it's going to stay. I don't want to complicate things."

Miguel raised his hands in playful surrender, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Okay, okay. I won't push it. But don't be surprised if Stacey keeps chasing you. You've got that big snake, Bro."

The question lingered like an unwelcome visitor. "I'm just curious, who was the girl you were with last night? Is she good in bed? I saw you last night with a sexy one," Migs inquired, mischief dancing in his eyes. He struggled to hold back a grin, but it was clear he was having fun, the old trickster.

I sighed, sinking into the nearby couch. The comfy cushions embraced me like an old buddy, relieving the tension in my body. I reached out and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box on the table. My stomach had been growling since I woke up around eleven, and the aroma of cheese and pepperoni was too tempting to resist.

"I went out," I said, my voice sounding less excited than usual. I took a bite of the slice, savoring the burst of flavors in my mouth. The cheese was melty, the pepperoni zesty, and the crust perfectly crunchy. It was a small pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.

"You went out? Without a girl? But what happened to the Tristan we knew, huh?" Migs asked, his eyebrows raised in fake shock. He was trying to tease me, I knew. But I wasn't in the mood for his games.

"Don't freak out, Migs, I'm with someone," I replied, resting my head against the sofa's headrest. The room spun a bit as I closed my eyes, reminding me of the hangover that was starting to set in. Damn, how many times did we do it? I lost count.

"Whoa! How many times did you go? Is she good in bed like your previous flings? Or boring?" Migs continued, his eyes wide with excitement. He was like a kid in a candy store, eager for every juicy detail.

I found myself mumbling to myself, lost in the vivid memories of the previous night. "She's amazing and fresh," I whispered quietly, the images of her engraved in my mind like a tempting dream.

Her curves, following the lines of her body with an irresistible charm. Her delicious and sexy butt, longing to be touched and adored. Her lips, sugary and welcoming, able to spark a flame in any man. And her chest, flawlessly formed and enticingly firm, a sight to see and a temptation too strong to ignore.

But what truly made her unique was knowing she was a virgin. In all my years of wild living and pleasure, I had never met someone so innocent, so untouched by another's hands. The idea of being the first to have her, to make her mine, sent a wave of excitement through me.

But amid the excitement of the moment, a troubling idea slipped into my mind. Would she feel sorry? Would she wake up in the morning, regretting and yearning for the innocence she had given up? I brushed the thought away, deciding instead to enjoy the joy of the present.

"Hey, Tristan!" Migs's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I blinked, momentarily confused, before turning my attention to his eager expression.

What was his damn problem?

"You're zoning out, buddy! I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes. Who's the lucky lady that got a taste of your cum, I mean your amazing skills in bed?" Migs teased, his grin wide and playful.

I rolled my eyes, deciding to overlook his rude comment. "Her name doesn't matter. What matters is that she's unique, Migs. She's not like the rest. She's... special," I found myself confessing, my voice barely audible.

Migs raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What makes her special?" he asked, leaning in closer as if eager to uncover the mystery.

"She's a virgin," I confessed, the words hanging heavy in the air between us. "And I don't think I'll ever be able to let her go."

"Wow! This woman makes me think about how good she might be in bed," Migs started, his words hinting at something naughty. But before he could continue, I stopped him with a serious look.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that," I interrupted, my voice low and menacing. "She's not some thing for your rude thoughts. Have some respect."

Migs raised an eyebrow, his expression changing to a mix of amusement and stubbornness. "Oh, Tristan, lighten up. We're just talking," he replied, sounding relaxed despite my caution.

I felt a wave of anger bubbling up inside me, my instinct to protect her going into overdrive. "I'm serious, Migs," I cautioned, my voice carrying a threatening tone. "If you even consider treating her like that, I'll have no problem ending our friendship."

Migs's laughter irritated me, his relaxed attitude making me even more angry. "Come on, Tristan. You wouldn't go that far," he scoffed, clearly not understanding how determined I was.

I narrowed my eyes, staring at him intensely. "Test me," I dared, my voice filled with a determined coldness that shut him up immediately.

For a moment, there was a tense quietness between us as Migs realized the seriousness of my words. He shifted uncomfortably under my steady gaze, a hint of doubt crossing his face.

Finally, he cleared his throat, his confidence weakening as he looked away. "Okay, okay," he mumbled, his tone quieter. "I'll be careful with what I say."

"Alright," I answered, a pleased grin forming on my face. "Because if you ever do it again, you won't like what happens next."