Fiery Heat

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omas, Caleb Thomas' son, not only had his tongue down the throat of a curvy young lady but had hi

uddenly tried to push Tristan awa

T.T." She managed to

d to see who it was, pulling hi

at do you want?" he looked irritated at the interruption.

me, rich, intelligent...you name it. The reason Tristan disliked him so much wa

sponsible, reliable, he's got a head for b

n wasn't that responsible five years earlier. He had to grow up when his father died as he had to take over the running of their empire. Who else was there to do that but him? He was an only child after all so had no choice but to grow up…right?

n said in that sexy baritone of

did he always call him Tristan instead of T.T. li

standing beside Tristan staring at him as t

will you?" Tristan told t

es. He was very tall, about six ‘two, broad, and bursting with muscles. His dark blond hair had been cut very short, exposing the strong column of his sun-kissed

n asked, knowing very well that Damon wa

the day before that he wanted him to handle it. He had promptly told him he wasn't interested but h

n stated, looking intently at Tristan with e

mention something...not Albatros. And I remember telling him I wasn't

ere, Tr

ect me to leave whatever I'm doing and concentrate on some busines

this is all about

out?" Tristan as

little..." Damon waved his hands in the direc

got no

is always going to be at your feet? Because Daddy will always be around to see

oy', Tristan’s eyebrow raise

arest died on you? Is the mighty Damon wantin

. Tristan could tell he was struggling to control h

didn't mean it like tha

, he turned to go. "Seven p.m. In your father's office this even

mouth? What he had said was downright cruel. In a way, because of that, he k

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e fuck was wrong with Tristan? Now he understood what Caleb, the boy’s dad had been talking about. He had told him he didn't know how to get his son to take up that responsibili

y doted on him...treated him like an egg. The annoying part was that Tristan was a brilliant boy. He had actually graduated at the top of his class. It looked like naturally, the kid had a hi

ide-swept bangs which seem to fall in his eyes all the time. Tristan Thomas was a handsome, intelligent spoilt brat Damon sighed. Yes, to him, Tristan was devastatingly handsome. He had always thought so. Not

he boy. But he had promised his dad who was a good friend of his late father so he planned on getting the boy to take up some responsibility. Damon re