Sin (Walker Series Book 5)

Chapter 3

Tristan's POV

Since Ethan got married to Ava, he's not really been going out with me to clubs because he has father duties to do.

Most times I'm always alone at clubs, hunting for girls, it's not really boring but it gets lonely sometimes.

Ava has tried to set me up with different girls to make me love and be serious in terms of relationship but I don't really care or even want to.

I'd rather be like this than love anyone, and most of the girls are either after my money or fame, so I just fuck them and cut them off the next day.

Even my dad has constantly been telling me about my ways and how it tells badly on the company but it's not like I'm in some kind of scandal or something.

I know they all mean well, but I want them to understand that I can still be happy without being whipped by some lady with a vagina.

Trust me I respect women a lot, mom taught me well but women who throw themselves at me are all the same thing, in the end they want only one thing but they hide it in disguise of love.

I'm not saying love is bad or anything, I mean I've seen countless proof of love being the best thing to happen to anyone.

My mom and dad, Rhys and Belle, Uncle Alex and Aunt Sage, Elaine and her fiance, Ethan and Ava.

They all have love and it's beautiful, sometimes it makes me feel like the odd one out but then again, it's just not my thing.

I don't see myself sticking to one woman for a long time, it's next to impossible.

Thing is I'm not even looking to find love, I just wanna fuck and everybody goes home happy, no commitment and not strings attached.

The club was packed with people, a lot of people dancing and grinding on each other but one person caught my attention, her hair color did tho.

Red, I had been looking at her the moment my eyes found her, it was almost like a pull towards her, I couldn't take my eyes off.

And then she had to start looking for me, I knew she was looking for me because anyone would know I was staring at them with the way my eyes were trained on her.

I should have just looked away but no I didn't until her eyes found me, it was like she was trying to read me while I was oogling at her.

Slender legs, pale and very clean skin, her legs looked hot from where I sat and her V shaped face made her look extraordinarily beautiful.

And the gown she was wearing was doing a good job at showing just enough skin and that alone was turning me on.

From when I saw her I knew I wanted to fuck her, there was no way I'd allow such opportunity pass me by.

She looked fuckable in that dress and I just wanted to see what's underneath, I was beyond ecstatic when she agreed to leave with me to my penthouse.

That's where I fuck whoever I wanna fuck, I never take them home, home was my sanctuary and I didn't want to start having flashbacks of sex I had there whenever I decide to stay there.

The sex was crazy and at the same time it was worth it, damn she felt so fucking good around my cock and her pussy tasted divine on my tongue.

And the way she moaned, fuck it made my dick two times harder if that's even possible.

But then here I am the morning after and she's gone, like she just disappeared, no trace, nothing.

Although it's not like I wanted to say anything to her or get attached but it's quite unusual, ladies don't leave me the morning after sex, it's the other way round.