Chapter 271 Honey, You're Killing Me
Saskia gave Nicholas a playful smack on the back of his head, finally making him understand what she was hinting at.
"Katniss, have you picked your best man and maid of honor for the wedding yet?" Saskia asked, turning to her.
Katniss shrugged. "Not yet, but I'm thinking it'll be a small group: you and Nicholas, Matilda and George. Aaron's already buzzing about wanting to be the best man, and he might bring Donna from the Wilson family along. Honestly, the more, the merrier!"
She probably had someone in mind, just waiting for the right moment to finalize it.
"No problem at all," Saskia said, patting her chest. "For our wedding, you guys have to be the best man and maid of honor too. We've already picked a few people. We might as well have Matilda and her boyfriend join the fun."
They were whispering while Nicholas pulled Tristan into the hallway for a smoke.
"Michael's not on my guest list. How about that? Am I a good friend or what?" Nicholas asked.
Tristan held the cigarette but didn't smoke. "That's expected. Do I need to praise you for that?"
"You're such a buzzkill! I'm two months younger than you. Can't you cut me some slack?" Nicholas rolled his eyes. "What about Eudora? Are you going to invite her?"
Travis and Ivy weren't on Tristan's wedding guest list either. He'd even blacklisted them.
Eudora was considered one of their people, but she wouldn't come uninvited.
"No invite," Tristan said flatly. Ever since Eudora started dating Michael, he treated her like a stranger.
"True, without any friends to accompany her, she'd be bored coming alone," Nicholas teased.
As they chatted, Katniss and Saskia were called to try on wedding dresses for the photoshoot.
Katniss's wedding dress was handmade in Aquilonia and would be airlifted half a month before the wedding.
She'd never worn a wedding dress before, and putting it on in the photo studio made her heart race.
The store clerk, wearing white gloves, helped zip up the back of the dress and adjusted the chest pads and other details.
She then bent down to spread out the train and said, "Miss Grey, do you think there's anything else that needs adjusting? If not, I'll open the fitting room curtain!"
Wearing it felt similar to a gown, but the train was more intricate. She covered her chest and replied, "No, it's fine."
The clerk exited the fitting room first and then opened the curtain.
The previously dim light suddenly became very bright. The complex and dazzling crystal lights shone on Katniss, reflecting colorful lights off the diamonds on the dress.
The light also highlighted Katniss's delicate neck and collarbone. Even without any makeup, she could easily hold her own against the bright glare.Tristan was lounging on the sofa, and when he saw her, his gaze deepened, reflecting her image.
For a brief moment, he got lost in thought, as if it were just him and Katniss in that vast space.
Katniss's golden hair stood out against the white wedding dress and her delicate skin. Tristan shifted slightly, instinctively leaning closer to get a better look. His elbows rested on his knees, and his lips pressed into a straight line.
As he scanned the store, he raised an eyebrow and made his way over to Katniss.
His long arm wrapped around her slender waist, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "There are two photographers here. Let's go with the female one."
Katniss listened closely, but when he said that, she tensed up and leaned back to scrutinize his serious expression.
She couldn't help but laugh. "But I'll get jealous of the female photographer. What if she can't resist your good looks?"
"Men can handle losses, but women can't," Tristan said matter-of-factly.
Katniss, still in his arms, thought for a few more seconds and asked, "But what if the photo editor is male?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tristan lightly tapped her forehead. "That's nonsense. I'll edit the photos myself."
He gave her a look and then went to talk to the store clerk, insisting on a female photographer for the wedding photos.
After a day of shooting, Tristan actually took the negatives to edit himself.
"Do you know how to edit these?" Saskia looked at Tristan in surprise.
"What can't he do?" Nicholas thought for a moment and said, "Except for giving birth, he can do everything."
Saskia perked up, intrigued by what Tristan's edited wedding photos would look like. She suddenly wanted him to edit hers and Nicholas's photos as well.
However, Tristan probably wouldn't agree, so she stayed to continue communicating with the wedding store staff.
Later, Katniss and Tristan took the USB drive with the negatives and left first.
Katniss said, "You don't have to be so serious. Editing so many photos will take a lot of your time. You already have a lot of work. It will be exhausting."
Neon lights shone into the car. Katniss leaned back in the seat, exhausted from the day.
The car had been parked all day and was very cold. She wished she could shrink into her coat.
"You've been looking really tired these past few days, so using the evenings to work on these things is just right. It won't interfere with work time." Tristan glanced at her meaningfully. They had been having sex every night, almost taking up half of her sleep time.
She had been as lazy as a cat lately, clearly worn out.
Hearing this, Katniss blushed and muttered softly, "Then you might as well use that time to rest. Aren't you tired?"Tristan's voice dropped an octave. "Are you doubting my stamina?"
He really wasn't tired. He was always in a good mood and busy all day, but he never showed any signs of fatigue.
"The doctor said that having sex every day doesn't necessarily increase the chances of getting pregnant. Your sperm quality might suffer, reducing the chances of conception," Katniss said seriously.
Tristan's expression soured. "That's advice for old men!"
"But you're already thirty, aren't you?" Katniss blurted out. How could a thirty-year-old compare to someone in their twenties?
Her words only made Tristan's expression more sour. His jaw tightened as he shot a glance at Katniss.
Katniss's throat tightened, and she turned her head away, not saying another word.
A few days ago, it was Katniss's period. She suspected that Tristan's demands had affected her body, as her flow was pitifully light and only lasted two days.
After that, Tristan restrained himself, planning to take her to see a doctor when he had time.
But now he felt she deserved a lesson. If he didn't address his pent-up desires, it would be a waste of his stamina, and she had doubted him for nothing!
They had dinner out, and on the way home, Katniss casually mentioned the renovation of their new house, which Tristan was also handling.
Tristan replied, "It's almost done. Once the wedding photos are ready, we'll hang them up. All that's left is for you to marry me, and we can move in."
He casually placed the USB drive on the table, then quickly picked Katniss up, heading straight for the bathroom.
Katniss was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Seeing the desire in his deep eyes, she couldn't help but frown. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"My sperm quality isn't good, so we need to have sex more often to increase the chances of getting pregnant," Tristan said seriously, placing her in the bathroom and starting to unbutton her clothes.
His cool fingertips lightly brushed her chest, making her body stiffen.
He didn't give her a chance to react, quickly removing her top, leaving only a black bra.
His fingers tangled gently in her hair, silencing her words of protest as he softly murmured her name, gradually swaying her resolve.
How could Katniss not want Tristan? He was amazing!
It was her stamina that was lacking!
"Relax, leave it to me. I'll work on the wedding photos tomorrow night." Tristan gently coaxed her, placing her hands on his shirt buttons. "Unbutton them," he said.
His voice seemed to have a magical power, controlling Katniss's mind, making her obediently unbutton his shirt.
His well-defined abs, healthy tan skin, and firm muscles exuded an irresistible allure.The overwhelming scent of hormones made her throat dry. As she was about to lower her hands, Tristan suddenly grabbed them and placed them on his waistband. "Pants."
His kisses fell on her cheeks, his hot breath washing over her.
Katniss was very obedient tonight, doing whatever Tristan said.
Unfortunately, despite her willingness, her hands felt clumsy as she fumbled to undo the metal buckle of his belt.
She was anxious, and so was Tristan. Holding her neck, he forced her to look up and kissed her hard.
"Darling, you're killing me," Tristan said.
His urgent and passionate kiss left Katniss unable to respond, her hands wrapping around his waist, the sound of the metal buckle being undone in her ears.
In the end, Tristan had to do it himself.
Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of the bathtub, turning white from lack of blood flow, as she endured the tingling sensation he brought to her body.
Perhaps it was because she looked so beautiful in her wedding dress during the day, his gentleness was mixed with dominance and possessiveness.
His deep, magnetic voice echoed in the quiet bathroom, mingling with their heavy breathing. "Katniss, give it to me. I'm going to marry you. You'll be mine from now on!"
Katniss's soft moan was her response. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes hazy as she looked at his exquisite face under the moonlight, wild and out of control!
Extremely seductive!
Tristan had drunk some wine during dinner. The image of Katniss in her wedding dress lingered in his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade away.
Katniss was shy and serene, her features radiating an elegant aura, seldom taking the initiative.
With a bit of alcohol, he insisted on seeing her take the initiative, using various methods to tempt her.
In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation, feeling the intoxicating sensation wash over her just before her body convulsed, only to be repeatedly interrupted by him, unable to find release. He was insufferable.
Angry, she hugged his neck tightly and bit his Adam's apple!
She thought she had used a lot of force, but to Tristan, it was an extreme tease.
The long night was marked by the howling cold wind of early winter outside, with the temperatures steadily dropping.
Tristan kept his word, working on the wedding photos the next night.
He finished editing the photos in one night and took them to the photo studio for processing. The studio staff unanimously praised Tristan's editing, saying it was more professional and refined than that of their in-house artists.
In less than ten days, the expedited photos were partially delivered, and the wedding photos arrived. Katniss had planned to go to the new house with Tristan to set everything up.
However, Adelaide suddenly called Katniss, asking if she was free today, seemingly eager to meet up.
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