Ava saw Tristan chuckling, she pouted, "Why is he even laughing? Is he laughing at me?"

Tristan looked at her red, juicy lips. He wanted to kiss Ava and taste her sweet nectar.

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He wanted to nibble on her lips. He could think of a hundred and one ways to kiss her right now. He was already planning his future.

He was astonished that Ava's simple action was able to light the desire in him. Women have often seduced him, getting naked, wearing skimpy clothing, and all they did was to disgust him.

He took a deep breath and controlled his desire.

"Stop it," Tristan commanded, he was afraid he might do something to scare Ava.

Ava sulked, seeing that he was bullying her. Tristan noticed Ava got angry because he raised his voice at her. "Damn!" he cursed. Knowing how fragile Ava was, he should have treated her tenderly.

"Okay, don't be angry," Tristan coaxed her like a child.

Given their age difference, Tristan felt he should give in to her requests and pamper her like a princess. Ava relaxed. She was a very soft-hearted person. She doesn't hold grudges.

"Don't you want the book?" Tristan tried to divert her attention.

"Yes, please give me my book," Ava said, stretching out her hand to reach for the book.

"Take it," Tristan said. Instead of giving her the book, he raised the book up in the air and smirked.

"What …," Ava's mouth hung open, not expecting Tristan to behave so childishly. She was astonished that such a cold and aloof person behaved this way.

Ava raised her hand to get the book, but Tristan raised the book a little higher.

"What are you doing? Give me back my book?" Ava said, irritated. She started to jump to take the book. Ava came up to Tristan's chest because she was wearing flats.

But jumping did not help her get the book. She put a hand on his shoulder to help her balance.

Tristan was elated when Ava held onto his shoulder. She had touched him voluntarily when she usually looked like she wanted to get away from him.

Tristan's gaze went to Ava's chest, noticing her breathing heavily. He could not control his desire. He had to get close to her.

Putting his hand on her waist, he pulled her to him.

"Hey…..," Ava screamed and looked at his eyes. There was lust in his eyes, but Ava was too innocent to detect it.

Having them this close, with their chest touching, made Ava uncomfortable. She started wriggling out of his arms, but he would not relent, and instead, he tightened his hold on her.

Her waist was so small and slender. Tristan felt it fit perfectly in his hands. It was so soft, and he wanted to squeeze her waist, but he didn't want to go overboard, so he stopped himself.

Even though they had clothes between them, Ava could feel the heat coming from Tristan's hand, where he touched her waist.

He was looking at her lovingly as if all his attention was dedicated solely to her. With his dominating gaze and close proximity, Ava could not help but blush a little.

She could not hold his piercing gaze much longer, so she lowered her eyes and stared at his chest.

Ever since they met Tristan felt like he was losing control. He never acted spontaneously, It was Blake's expertise.

He was blessed with so much patience ever since he was young. Always planning and thinking things through when he wanted something. He was silent and cunning. He would only strike when nobody expected him to.

But with Ava putting on the brakes did not seem to help. The more he interacted with Ava, the more he was drawn to her. He could not wait to make her his.

"Little one, when are you going to be mine?" Tristan murmured.

Ava stared him straight in the eye and blinked, 'Did I hear him ask when I was going to be his?" she was not sure she heard him right.

Suddenly she came to her senses and pushed Tristan away, a little harder than she should. To him, it was like a nudge. The touch of her hands was intoxicating.

She stood a little further away from him, feeling awkward. She wrapped her arms around her.

"Here take your book," Tristan said, handing her the book she needed.

"No, it's okay I don't need it anymore," Ava declined. She thought he was going to play with her again.

"Trust me, I'm really giving you the book this time," Tristan said in a soft voice.

Ava stared at him for a while, gauging his sincerity, she took the book and turned away.

"Wait!" Tristan called out to her, following her. How could he let his little one leave so soon? He just found her after searching for her the whole afternoon.

"I am hungry, let's have lunch together," Tristan said in a pitiful tone. He wanted to spend some more time with her.

Ava was surprised by his actions. 'Is he trying to act cute to have lunch with me?' she thought to herself, baffled.

If the people in the business world saw this they would not believe that this was the same Tristan who made so many businessmen shiver during their meetings. Except for his cold and angry look, they have never seen any other expression on his face.

"I already had my lunch, and I have a class in an hour," Ava lied and went to take her bag from the table. She was waiting to have lunch with Kelly, but she wasn't going to tell him that.

She was wondering why on earth he wanted to have lunch with her. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.

"Oh, okay," Tristan said in a dejected tone. He thought, well, he would have many future opportunities to spend time with her later.

"Do you like playing tennis?" Tristan asked. He remembered that she played really well in the club. It looked like she was a pro.

"Yeah, I love playing tennis," Ava said, giving him a big smile.

She thought of somebody whenever the topic of tennis came up. He was the one person that taught her how to play. Thinking about him makes her smile all the time.

Tristan was stunned, seeing her bright smile. Her smile could make anybody's day better. When she smiled from her heart, her eyes became small like a crescent moon, and there was that twinkle in her eyes.

Tristan wanted to see that smile his entire life. That smile belonged only to him. He wanted to be the reason for all of her smiles.