Chapter 13

'Well, I guess you wouldn't mind bringing me some real information about yourself. "Chloe Simpson, are you dating me?" "I will." I tapped him on the shoulder and he laughed. - Okay, I'll bring it to you. I need something? - Yes, your pit. He smiled as we walked down the last few stairs. When we arrived, Morris had breakfast on the table. - Good morning, Miss Simpson. — Good morning, Morris. I laughed at him. "How are you feeling?" "take care." he smiled at me and left kitchen. "Um, waffles," I moaned. I heard footsteps behind me and knew it was Tristan and could smell his scent from where I was standing. My nose was very sensitive. Sorry. "Thank you for coming." He was wearing a gray suit with a black tie and was sitting in the chair across from me. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good on her. I saw a visible bruise around the right wrist and a small cut near the back of the palm. I closed my sleeves because it looked like they were looking at me. I looked up and closed