#Chapter75 "Not Yet Prepared To See You."

"Are you lost?" I ask the guy staring-more like fiercely glaring-at me with a disheveled look and in the same clothes he had worn during our stiff encounter earlier today.

"May I come in?" He grits out with a stiffened jaw and pushes himself past me and into my apartment without even waiting for my permission to enter.

How dare he?!

"What are you doing here, Tristan?" I shut the door and glare at the figure before me with arms crossed. "You can't just rock up here at eleven p.m. without even telling me." Then it dawns upon me that he never knew...