Nicole Harper
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Tristan ignored me for the rest of his weekend. I guess that was his way of venting his anger?
I didn’t really care because after what I’d done, I appreciated the distance, especially when my mother arrived on Tuesday evening with a satisfied smile on her face. “Oh my god, Nicole! My trip was amazing,” she announced as soon as she entered and saw me in the living room.
Her driver carried her suitcases upstairs while she collapsed beside me on the couch. I was only able to stay in the living room because Tristan was making it a mission to be cold to me. He hadn’t come to correct anything on my desktop the previous day like he usually did. His orders were cold and direct and there wasn’t an inch of flirtation in his tone anymore. He also wasn’t making me work overtime
