Chapter Ninety: Jamming Session

Chapter 90

Jamming Session

The Donatis were having breakfast that morning. Demetrio groaned as he bit into his toast.

Demetrio: “These breakfasts have nothing on the ones Ashley prepared. I do miss their delicious food and company.”

He shook his head. Sylvia put her hand on Demetrio’s shoulder.

Sylvia: “We all do, Demetrio.”

Blair looked away with a look of pain on his face.

A copy of the Pink Top Today was on the table. The cover had Vanessa’s crying face with “Pretty Little Liar Exposed” as the header. The subheader read, “Her dirty Donati secrets are aired.” Blair read the tabloid, and it went into details about how she lied about Jaxon taking advantage of her, and she used him to get to his father, Hiroto Tachibana. There were pictures of the video showing on the screen at Ichiro’s acceptance speech with black censor blocks on her breasts and vagina, and his penis. It went into details about how Robin Rénard, the owner of Foxy Robin’s, encouraged her to tell her lies on Whitney’s show.

There was also an article on Ivy’s and Jaclyn’s catfight.

Blair held up the tabloid.

Blair: “What are we going to do about this?”

Demetrio heaved a deep sigh.

Demetrio: “I wish that dreadful Robin woman never came here.”

He muttered. Blair grimaced.

Blair: “Gramps, it didn’t start because of Robin; it started because Vanessa wanted Jiro’s father!’

He said firmly. Demetrio drew a long breath and hung his head.

Sylvia: “We’ll get through this, Blair.”

She said gently.

Blair: “You don’t think… this runs deeper? Her own father threw her out. She’s looking for the love in an older man to substitute for what Manilo couldn’t or wouldn’t give her!”

He snapped.

Vanessa came down dressed in a pink sundress.

Vanessa: “Guess what, guys? I’m pregnant with Hiroto’s baby!”

She beamed. Demetrio’s, Sylvia’s, and Blair’s jaws dropped. Vanessa’s bottom lip trembled.

Vanessa: ‘NONE OF YOU ARE HAPPY FOR ME!”

She bawled and ran out of the kitchen. Demetrio’s eyelids dipped, and he shook his head.

Demetrio: “This is only the beginning…”

He mumbled.

~

A taxi pulled up in front of Trémaux Law Office. Ivy stepped out dressed in a strapless black evening gown. She also wore black opera gloves, strappy sandals, a pearl choker, and a black wide-brimmed hat. Ivy swayed her hips as she walked into his office. Rosemary raised her head and gaped at Ivy.

Rosemary: “What are you doing here, Ivy?”

Ivy: “Here to see Tristan, Mum.”

She went upstairs.

She sauntered down the foyer, ready to have Tristan greet her. She stood in the doorway of his office. Tristan had his dark purple sports jacket off. He wore a white pressed shirt, a black tie, a purple waistcoat, pants, and black wingtip Oxfords. He had his left hand pressed against his forehead while he was smoking and writing stuff down.

Ivy: “Tristan?”

Tristan: “What do you want, Ivy?”

He asked exasperatedly, not looking at her. Ivy frowned. Isn’t he going to look at me?! She wondered and sauntered in, closing the door behind her, and resting her hands on his desk. Tristan slowly raised his gaze at her.

Ivy: “I am having a dilemma, Tristan!”

Tristan: “All right? What is it? Didn’t you show that video of Vanessa with Hiroto at Ichiro’s speech? What is the dilemma?”

He asked with some sharpness in his tone. Ivy’s right eye twitched.

Ivy: “I didn’t show that video, but I want Vanessa OUT of the house! Tristan, she’s pregnant with his child!”

She said flippantly. Tristan gaped at her.

Tristan: “Okay? Why are you telling me this? What do you want me to do? You said you didn’t forgive me. You snapped at us for getting you the wrong gem after we were almost killed by that monster. And now you want my help with what exactly? Getting Vanessa out of that house? HA!”

He fielded scathingly.

Tristan: ‘What makes you think I would want to help you?”

He challenged.

Ivy clenched her right fist tightly. No, this isn’t how it goes, she thought.

Ivy: “Tristan, this would cause a scandal for the Donatis! She is carrying a married man’s baby!”

She repeated.

Tristan: “There is nothing I can do about it, Ivy! The house is not in my name! The Donatis stick together!”

He waved his hand exasperatedly, and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray.

Ivy: “Tristan, her silly affair with Jiro’s father is disrupting the peace!”

She snapped. Tristan threw his hands up.

Tristan: “Well, she ruined Jaxon’s reputation for nothing, until I fixed it. If you have an issue with Vanessa, why don’t you and Blair move out?”

He suggested with irritation in his tone. Ivy’s right eye twitched.

Ivy: “Move out? Why on Reona would I do that?! I want that house, and I didn’t sleep with Jiro’s father!”

She snapped. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Ivy: “WHY would you help Jiro!? WHY NOT ME?!”

She shrieked as she pounded the arms of the chair. Tristan rolled his eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh.

Tristan: “Jaxon is my client and my friend. His reputation was ruined for something he didn’t do. You just don’t want someone annoying in your house. There’s a difference.”

He said dryly.

Ivy reached into her purse and pulled out her peacock feather, holding it at his neck.

Tristan: “...What are you doing?”

Ivy: “You helped Jiro with his stupid crap! You can help me with this VERY REAL dilemma!”

She hissed and brushed her feather against his neck. Tristan shivered and laughed.

Tristan: “Stahahahahap that!”

He laughed and scratched his neck. Ivy’s feminine core quivered seeing him like this. She lunged at him, knocking him to the floor.

Tristan: “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!”

He snapped. She grabbed his ankles, untied his shoes, and removed them, revealing his sheer black dress socks. He fanned his toes out.

Tristan: “I-Ivy, s-stop this!”

He stammered.

Ivy: “Not until you help me!”

She huffed and tickled his soles. Tristan slammed his back against the floor and howled with laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He shrieked with laughter. She smirked and pulled his socks off, brushing her peacock feather against them.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAP! GOHOHOHOHOD!”

He laughed hard and pressed his hands against his temples.

She bit her bottom lip, listening to his laughter as she brushed the feather against his soft,, slender soles.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IVY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He breathed ragged breaths between laughing hard.

Ivy: “NO! Not until you help me, Tristan!”

She giggled.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He arched his back and howled with laughter. He kicked his legs, bumping into the desk and knocking something in front of Ivy.

Ivy flicked her gaze at the envelope. It had “Honorine and family” written in pink cursive writing on the envelope with a bunny sticker fixed to it. She stopped tickling Tristan, glaring indignantly at the envelope.

Tristan gasped and panted, catching his breath. He slowly rose to his feet, grabbed his shoes and socks, and sat on the sofa in his office to put them back on.

Tristan: “Have fun?”

He asked sharply.

Tristan: “I am not changing my mind!”

He huffed as he tied his shoes.

Ivy read the card inside, and her face contorted in rage. Tristan gazed at her.

Ivy: “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! THIS IS THE DAY OF MY ENGAGEMENT PARTY!”

She caterwauled, flapping the invitation. Tristan raised his eyebrows.

Tristan: “Oh, Vanessa addressed that to my grandmother. She’s not going. She will send Piper to send a gift on her behalf.”

He waved his hand

Ivy: “It’s too soon to have a baby shower! You have one in the third trimester! WHAT AN IDIOT!”

She screamed and tore up the invitation.

Tristan rolled his eyes. He withdrew a cigarette from his gold case, lit it up, and inhaled a long drag.

Tristan: “Not my problem, Ivy… and it’s not yours either.”

He said with some irritation.

Ivy: “It’s being held ON MY ENGAGEMENT PARTY! IT IS MY PROBLEM!”

She snapped, taking her purse and storming out, slamming the door. Tristan drew a long breath.

Tristan: “This day is for the birds.”

~

Deimos had his black Rich B Standard Legacy guitar at Celeste’s and Jaxon’s house. He wanted him and Jaxon to jam together and get a feel of what their sound was. Jaxon played a red BC Warlock bass guitar. Deimos tuned his guitar.

Jaxon: “So, were you thinking something heavier like Steel Axe or lighter like Sparaktikos or something totally different?”

He asked, strumming his bass.

Deimos: “I like the music I created for Sparaktikós, just not the ties to it.”

He strummed his guitar and nodded. Jaxon nodded, understanding.

Jaxon: “All right, so you wanna go more mainstream? Be on the radio and be on ‘More Music’?”

Deimos: “Whatever flows, man.”

He tuned his guitar more.

Deimos: “I love the video with Celeste on the yacht. It was for my song, ‘Crazy for You.’ ”

Jaxon grinned widely.

Jaxon: “As pissed off as I was, I was crazy for her and fapped to that.”

He said smugly. Deimos snorted.

Deimos: “Of course, I knew that!”

Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Can she dance for us, too?”

He grinned.

Deimos: “She’d love to! She was a last-minute choice for the video as one of the other dancers backed out to film some porno.”

He replied.

Jaxon: “Seriously?! She was the best choice and will be the FIRST choice for us!”

He beamed. Deimos nodded.

Deimos: “Yes, things are different now.”

He strummed his guitar and hit the right note. It sounds good, he thought. Jaxon listened by ear to match the chord he struck with his bass.

Jaxon: “That’s an E major, right?”

He strummed in tune with him, trembling his bass line.

Deimos: “Yes, that’s right! Good ear.”

He ran his fingers down the fretboard, bending the lower strings in a tasty lick. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose with delight.

Jaxon: “I couldn’t learn to read sheet music for shit, but I can play by ear.”

He strummed his bass in tune with the scale he played.

Deimos: “I can do both!”

He explained as he strummed a galloping riff. Jaxon watched his fingers and strummed along with it.

Jaxon: “They tried to teach me it, but it didn’t stick. I didn’t need it anyway as I can hear it with my ears.”

He stated, switching up bass scales to the B Locrian scale.

Deimos: “No right or wrong way to learn something.”

He said, matching his B Locrian scale. Jaxon nodded in agreement. Deimos slid his fingers up the fretboard, playing in B, and strummed along, trying to think of lyrics.

Deimos: “Taking one step back doesn’t make much sense at all. I know I fucked up. I’m tired of me jumping twice to these judgments. I need you to bring me new visions.”

He sang in his breathy voice and strummed his guitar with E minor 7 and E minor 9 chord progressions. Jaxon plucked his bass along in tune with him. Deimos bobbed his head along.

Deimos: “I’m going to try to make things right and set it straight.”

He sang and strummed faster, playing an E major chord as the tone brightened. Jaxon plucked along with him in E on the base.

Deimos: “That was an apology song I wrote for Tristan.”

He bowed his head. Jaxon smiled at him.

Jaxon: “Nice, dude. I’m sure he loved that!”

He grinned at him.

Deimos: “He did.”

Jaxon: “I made a song for my Green Queen, too.”

He announced, dragging his fingers down the fretboard and strumming a C chord.

Jaxon: “Oh! Green Queen! Don't be so obscene! I like the way you rise my peen!”

He bobbed his head as he sang along, contrasting with Deimos’ heartfelt apology song.

Jaxon: “Oh! Green Queen! Oh, oh, oh, Green Queen! I don’t mean to be green!”

He moaned along with the song in a high pitch, strumming his bass. Deimos gawked at him. Is he getting horny to this?! He wondered.

Jaxon: “I just love… your boobs!”

He added and then paused.

Jaxon: “Hmm… maybe I need to make a revised version.”

He stroked his chin. Deimos gaped at him.

Deimos: “You just love her boobs. You paused and couldn’t say you love her.”

He teased. Jaxon blushed and laughed, playfully slapping him.

Jaxon: “Shut up! I wrote this months ago! I wouldn’t sing it like this now…”

He explained. Deimos chuckled.

Deimos: “You sang it to me now.”

He quipped.

Jaxon: “Yeah, I know, but I mean, I wrote these lyrics at a different time and now I realized they need to change as I don’t just love her boobs now. It’s more than just that now.”

He explained.

Deimos: “Yeah, when you didn’t want to admit you loved her. Now it’s ‘I sort of struggle to admit it, but can at times’.”

He snorted. Jaxon shifted his eyes and trembled his bass lines in tune with it.

Jaxon: “I sort of struggle to admit it, but can at tiiiimes!”

He sang along. Deimos played along with him on his guitar.

Jaxon: “Green Queen! You’re the star of the screen. You make me want to scream…”

He sang and played louder and faster. Deimos strummed along with him in key.

Jaxon: “I love you…”

He strummed and stopped, his face was beet red.

Deimos gazed at him.

Deimos: “Your face is as red as your stripe.”

He teased him.

Jaxon: “Shut up!”

He laughed, playfully hitting him.

Deimos: “I can tell Tristan I love him!”

He smiled and bowed his head.

Deimos: “We just… didn’t make love yet.”

He confessed. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose surprisingly.

Jaxon: “Well, I CAN have hot sexy sex with my Green Queen!”

He teased. Deimos reddened.

Jaxon: “For real though, why the fuck haven’t you done that?”

He asked. Deimos lifted his guitar off himself.

Deimos: “Because Dougal almost raped Tristan when he was a minor.”

He sighed sadly.

Deimos: “And I am scared he will get traumatized. I want it to be perfect and right, and I don’t want him to think… of Dougal.”

He admitted with strain.

Deimos: “Dougal messed us both up… a lot. He visited us when we were teenagers, and he would film us.”

He added and sat down, hugging his legs.

Jaxon: “Well, first off, you’re NOTHING like that guy. Look at HIM and look at you! I mean, I wanted to fuck you and him when I first met you, but I NEVER wanted to fuck Dougal. Eww.”

He began, gesturing to his reflection in the mirror. Deimos gazed at himself and nodded. He appreciated the compliment, even if they got off on the wrong foot at first.

Jaxon: “That’s so fucked up! Fuck that guy! We’ll chop him up someday! Don’t worry!”

He assured him.

Deimos: “God, I hope so. I want nothing more.”

He smiled a bit and rose to his feet.

He walked up to him and hugged him.

Deimos: “Thanks, Jaxon.”

Jaxon’s eyes widened, taken by surprise. He slowly raised his arms and hugged him back.

Jaxon: “What did I do?”

He laughed.

Deimos: “Encouraging me and believing in me. Being a good friend.”

He sighed. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose surprisingly.

Jaxon: “No prob! You’re my Green Queen’s family!”

He added.

Tristan stood near the doorway, embracing himself, thinking of that night when Dougal attacked him. He rubbed his cheek and cupped his mouth. Celeste ran up to him and stood in the doorway.

Celeste: “Hey, boys! What do you want for dinner?”

She asked. Jaxon beamed at her.

Jaxon: “Surprise me.”

He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. She hugged him back.

Celeste: “Cinnamon burgers?”

She whispered back and stuck her tongue out at him.

Jaxon: “HELL NO! Let’s just order a pizza or something!”

Celeste: “Okay!”

Tristan entered. Deimos brightened when he saw him. He ran up to him and they kissed. Deimos held Tristan close, feeling something was off about him. Did he hear what I told Jaxon? He wondered. Tristan broke the hug and went to Jaxon and Celeste.

Tristan: “Hello! You got something in your mailbox!”

He handed Jaxon and Celeste a black envelope with “Jiro Tachibana & Celeste Marcella” written in cursive gold with a rose affixed to it.

Celeste opened it, and everyone could smell a waft of rose perfume. Inside was a card of Blair embracing Ivy from behind. In cursive gold, it was written:

永愛

ENGAGED

Ivy Huang-Ferraro & Blair Donati

Join us as we celebrate the happy couple!

SATURDAY, APRIL 4th AT 7:30PM | THE CRYSTAL PALACE | 886 NEW CASTLE AVE, PINK TOP CITY, PTS | FORMAL WEAR

Jaxon picked up the carefully written note and scrunched it up, throwing it over his shoulder.

Jaxon: “Nice of them to warn us to stay away.”

He laughed bitterly.

Deimos: “You should go. Tristan and I are going.”

He put his arm over Tristan’s shoulder. Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Good one!”

Jaxon: “Why the fuck is it written in Chinese? Why is she Huang?!”

He gaped at it.

Tristan: “Oh, Ivy is Half-Chinese. Her father’s name is Fen Huang. That is why.”

He replied.

Jaxon: “No comment.”

He shrugged.

Celeste picked up the invitation and pointed to the Chinese characters.

Celeste: “What does that say, Jax?”

She asked him.

Jaxon: “It’s written in Chinese. But we have these characters in Japanese, too. It says ‘eternal love.’ ”

He rolled his eyes.

Jaxon: “It should say ‘eternal bullshit.’ ”

Celeste laughed and nodded in agreement.

Tristan: “I agree with you. We’re going to support Ashley. They and Lazaros are catering, and we’re supporting Ashley.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Jaxon: “Seriously?! Why are they catering at this NPC bitch wedding and why are you all going?!”

He huffed.

Tristan: “It’s an engagement party.”

He corrected him.

Tristan: “I should know. She came into my office to bitch at me about how Vanessa’s baby shower is being held on the same day, even though the engagement party is in the evening and the baby shower is during the day. Not to mention the engagement party is being hosted at Crystal Palace.”

He rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “We’re going for Ashley.”

He added.

Celeste: “Me too. Ashley deserves it. They didn’t deserve what happened to them.”

She nodded.

Jaxon: “Then why go to those assholes? They don’t deserve that, and neither do you!”

He pouted. Celeste gazed at him and wrapped her arms around him.

Deimos: “Is this why you’re upset, Tristan?”

Tristan folded his arms over.

Tristan: “Ivy tickled my feet to force me to help her get Vanessa out.”

Deimos: “She WHAT?!”

He growled. Tristan put his hands up.

Tristan: “She found the baby shower invitation for my grandmother and flew off in a rage.”

Jaxon: “Wow… I was wrong about her being an NPC…”

He laughed.

Someone knocked on the door. Celeste dashed to the door and opened it for Ashley, who had a box for her.

Celeste: “CINNAMON BUNS!”

She jumped up and down, taking the box from them. Ashley beamed at her delighted reaction.

Ashley: “Hehe! You’re such a cat!”

They beamed. She lifted the lid off the box, and her eyes sparkled at the chocolate muffins they added.

Jaxon: “Yo, Ashley, how could you cater for those assholes after what they did to you and MY GREEN QUEEN?!”

He asked. Ashley drew a breath and embraced themself. Tristan gazed at them.

Ashley: “I’m so sorry, but I had to… they offered us a lot of money to save strays from kill shelters! After Christmas, lots of kitties get surrendered, so we wanna save them…”

They cried. Tristan put his hand on their shoulder, gazing at them sympathetically. Deimos glared and looked away.

Tristan: “I am so sorry, Ashley. We’re going to be there to support you.”

He said gently. Ashley smiled a bit.

Ashley: “R-Really? I’m sorry to put you guys through that! I’ll bake you yummy stuff and give you tea on the house!”

They exclaimed. Tristan smiled at Ashley.

Tristan: “That would be lovely, Ashley. I do enjoy a nice cup of tea.”

Celeste: “Yeah, I’m going for you and you’re yummy treats! I also bought a sexy dress to show off to my man.”

She wiggled her hips at Jaxon. Jaxon perked up.

Jaxon: “All right, all right… You won me over.”

He relented. Ashley smiled at them all.

Ashley: “Th-Thank you so much, you’re my true friends! I owe you all so many cakes!”

They cried. Tristan patted their shoulder.

Tristan: “Would you be a lamb and make some cinnamon sugar donuts for my Papa?”

He asked them. Ashley smiled and nodded.

Ashley: “Baa! Yes, of course!”

They chirped. Tristan laughed a bit.

~

Ivy stormed into the Donati manor, angry as a hornet. Blair smiled at her. She brushed past him, ignoring him, and stood before Vanessa in the backyard pool patio.

Ivy: “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!”

She asked flippantly.

Vanessa: “What did I do now?”

She whined.

Ivy: “Uhm, hosting your stupid baby shower on MY engagement party?!”

She fielded scathingly, pointing to herself.

Vanessa: “Don’t worry, Ivy. It’s during the day and not at night when yours is.”

Ivy glared at her.

Ivy: “I DON’T CARE! People do NOT want to go to two events in ONE DAY! You’re NOT supposed to host baby showers until the third trimester! AND YOU’RE CARRYING A MARRIED MAN’S BABY!”

She screamed at her. Vanessa drew back as tears filled her eyes.

Vanessa: “Hiroto loves me!”

She sobbed.

Ivy: “No, he doesn’t, you silly girl! No one loves you! No one ever would since you ruined Jiro’s reputation and you’re the laughing stock of the town!”

She threw the tabloid in Vanessa’s face. Vanessa cupped her mouth and sobbed when she saw the cover.

Blair came out to the patio.

Blair: “What’s wrong, Ivy?”

Ivy: “This idiot wants to host a baby shower on MY engagement party!”

She whined and stomped her feet. Blair bowed his head.

Blair: “Vanessa, I wish you had told us you’re hosting a baby shower… And why are you? You’re carrying a married man’s baby! Do you want this child?”

He asked her.

Vanessa: “I do, Blair! Hiroto loves me!”

She bawled. Blair sighed.

Blair: “No, he doesn’t, Vanessa! If he loves you, why isn’t he here with you planning your baby shower?”

He challenged. Vanessa hugged her legs and cried. Ivy nodded.

Ivy: “Because he doesn’t, you foolish girl. And no one ever will. You’re a liability.”

She said smugly. Blair gaped at Ivy and looked at Vanessa with sympathy as she cried.

Blair: “I am sorry, Vanessa… You’re going to have to postpone the baby shower. This engagement party is very important to Ivy.”

He said gently. Vanessa angrily rose, glaring at Blair.

Vanessa: “YOU NEVER STAND UP TO HER! YOU LET HER THROW ASHLEY OUT! ASHLEY SUPPORTED ME MORE DURING THIS PREGNANCY THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THIS HOUSE HAS!”

She bawled through hot tears. Blair drew back.

Blair: “...Ashley?”

Ivy: “Well, if you’re so unhappy with how we deal with your idiocy, why don’t you leave?”

She wagged her head. Vanessa glared at Ivy through her burning tears.

Vaneessa: “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Who will be next? Demetrio? And then Blair? So you can move Tristan in?”

She snapped through tears. Ivy glowered at her with a burning fury.

Ivy: “You have NO idea what you’re talking about! You’re the slut carrying a married man’s baby! I AM NOT!”

She roared and shoved Vanessa into the pool. Ivy stormed back inside. Vanessa cried and splashed around. Blair looked at Ivy, his mouth ajar. He drew a long breath and helped Vanessa out of the pool.

Blair wrapped a towel around Vanessa and sighed.

Blair: “Look, Vanessa, I can drive you to the abortion clinic, and we don’t have to tell Grandpa. I know how he feels about this stuff, but this child is going to ruin your life.”

He stated with concern. Vanessa glared at Blair, baring her teeth.

Vanessa: “Y-You want me to kill Hiroto’s and my baby?!”

She hissed.

Blair: “Vanessa, be real here! Hiroto is married! He already has two adult sons! If you have this kid, it means I will be tied to Jiro, and that means I will see more of Tristan and Deimos, and those two were mean to me in high school!”

He snapped. Vanessa shoved him.

Vanessa: “You want to kill Hiroto’s and my baby because of boys who were mean to you in high school! Grow up, Blair! Did you ever think this miracle baby would bring all together?!”

She cried.

Blair: “NO! Because it won’t! Where IS Jiro, congratulating you on your pregnancy?! Why isn’t Tristan or Deimos here?! They don’t want it and I don’t either!”

He barked. Vanessa drew back.

Vanessa: “You’re not nice, Blair! You hurt Ashley, too! And now you hurt me!”

She snapped.

Blair: “Ashley…?”

He looked away. Vanessa stormed into the house in tears.

~

Ivy locked herself in the studio, fiddling with her engagement ring. She bit her bottom lip at the sketches she did of Ivy lying back with his shirt open, and his feet up on the couch. She happily thought of the time she spent with Tristan in his office until she found that invitation from Vanessa. I have to destroy that slut, she thought, as she sketched her and Tristan in an embrace.