TYLER
There was something called private for Tyler. It meant that the party was so small and probably only included one or few people. But that was not the case when Tyler walked into the large room where Gabby had insisted he was holding his unwanted birthday party.
The music was so loud, he was forced to take a breather. The room was dimly lit but Tyler could still make out a few faces in the room which he knew. He was already making plans of avoiding them as soon as he saw them.
“Tyler!” Gabby groaned as he walked up to him, a glass of wine in his hands. Before Tyler could protest with a hand raised upwards, Gabby was already pulling him into a hug.
“How do you like your party man?” Gabby asked after he let him go, his hands hanging around his dude. Tyler was finding it hard not to yell but he knew he would have to with all the loud music turned up.
“The women should have come easier. I didn't have to come here.” He seethed.
“Of course, you didn't.” Gabby grinned, his amber orbs a reflection of his heart; clean. “But I wanted you to. This party is for you. Your day. Come get your woman yourself.” He explained.
“Gabby, I told you what I wanted—”
“I know, I know. Don't you think I pulled it off pretty well?” Gabby cried with excitement. “Mehn, look at those ladies. See those booties, the music, the dance, the vibe, the damn alcohol! What else could you possibly want?” He screamed, laughing like a raccoon.
Tyler shook his head with a sigh. He should have known that his best friend wasn't one to reason about it. He already knew that so much that he couldn't keep his mouth shut most times.
When Gabby began to lead him to a more private spot in the room, he exhaled a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he hated the usual partying scene. He adored it. He loved it. He just didn't want to do all of that now when he could have his woman and be with her.
“I got special picks for you. Want me to introduce them?” Gabby asked as he settled down on a stool beside the bar, a position that gave him access to the front view of the large room.
“You will. I need a drink.” Tyler's voice was gruffly. Gabby disappeared from beside him only to appear a little while later with a glass of whiskey.
“The deal,” Tyler mumbled as he took slow gulps of his drink in satisfaction.
“Why were you late though? You told me you were on your way about two hours ago.” Gabby grumbled. Clearly, he wasn't going to let that go and Tyler knew that much.
“My rude neighbor found a bouquet of black roses right in front of her apartment minutes after she screamed at me to get lost.” Tyler rolled his eyes when he finished speaking.
“Seriously?” Gabby was a laughing mess. “You haven't told me about her. What's she like? Was it that hot lady I met in your elevator the last time I came by?” Gabby sat up, eager.
“You didn't tell me that you met any woman at all.” Tyler frowned at him.
“Yeah. It was early in the morning and I thought she was one of your one-night stand girls. Besides, when I came into your room later, you were still in your towels.” Gabby laughed as he patted Tyler's shoulder. Tyler didn't find that funny as he scowled at him.
“Well, it's possible.” He shrugged.
“But nah, I'm not going to lie, that lady I saw was very pretty. The curves and body, I couldn't stop staring.” Gabriel continued while Tyler took sips of his drink.
“I have nothing to do with her if she was the one you saw. She has been nothing but rude to me since I moved in.” Sitting up, Tyler's face took a concerned gaze.
“The security men are the worst. I think I'm going to have to fire them though. Do you know that after I called them to report the issue, they were so nonchalant? One even stated that it wasn't my business.” He frowned.
“Wow, that's rude.” Gabby frowned too. “I bet he said that because he doesn't know who you are. He would eat his words if you were to just say a word.” Gab hissed, now annoyed.
“Gabby, Oh...Tyler, man!” Someone called out to them, strolling toward the man with a large smile.
“Nick!” Gabriel shrieked as he pulled the tall guy into a hug. He had known Nick for a long time before he introduced him to Tyler.
“Hey, Nick. What's up?” Tyler nudged him and the man grinned.
“Happy birthday, man.” He slapped hands with Tyler, that grin still intact. They started talking, the conversation mostly between Gabriel and Nick.
“Baby,” a small voice called as she strolled toward the three men. She stopped in front of Nick and wrapped her hands around his neck. Nick smiled and kissed her lips.
Planting a hand of possessiveness on her waist, he swirled her toward the other men right after he winked at his girlfriend's best friend. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Joyce.” He introduced.
“Hey, Joyce!” Gabby was familiar with Joyce and pulled at her hair, playfully.
“And this is her best friend, Sophie.” Nick continued his introduction by pointing at the white-haired lady standing behind the group. The lady stopped typing and stepped into view.
“Hey, Sophie!” Her head snapped toward the little group and rested on a particular man. Not the one that called her name. The color drained out of her face and the little smile she was sporting earlier vanished.
“You?”
“What are you doing here?”
They called at the same time, shock written all over their faces. Annoyed by the face of the familiar man, Sophie let out a loud hiss, and glanced briefly at Joyce before she turned around and headed out, away from the little group. Joyce didn't waste a second before she hurried after her.
Sophie? So that's her name, huh?
Tyler thought with a grimace.
“Man, what was that for? Do you know her?” Gabby had to yell at the top of his voice since the music was turned up a notch. He was confused and so was Nick.
Tyler sent them a tight smile as he held out his glass of whiskey and took a sip from it. His face was expressionless just like most times. Turning toward the men, he said in an overly bored and dry tone, his voice lacking any interest.
“And that is my next-door neighbor, people. Shouldn't we be excited?”
Tyler was nervous. He had been since he saw her in that beautiful dress at the hospital. He had known it was her opening night at the gallery and even though she wouldn't want him there, Tyler had gone anyway. He was proud of her. He was proud of everything she had done and became with or without him.But he needed her now and more than ever.He wanted her now more than ever and he was going to get her.She had looked seemingly unaffected by his presence at the hospital the night before but he knew it had touched her as he had touched him too. He hoped she would wear that dress she wore for her gallery opening. He also wished that she wouldn't. He wished she would smile at him when she arrived but Tyler was close to losing his mind. It was an hour after the arranged time yet she wasn't here. He had refrained from texting her so as not to appear too pathetic. He wanted her but he also had to play his cards right.When his phone buzzed in his pocket, Tyler took it out to answer the cal
Kristen folded her arms against her chest as she stared at Sophie. She wasn't complaining about having her in her house but Sophie could be exhausting. Especially in moments when she was this stubborn. And she was done, she couldn't deal with this attitude of hers anymore.“Do you need me to call Willow because I will. Oh, I know. Joyce would get here quicker than Willow would.” She tsked, eyeing the woman in pajamas lying on the floor of the living room to Netflix and chill.“You wouldn't dare,” Sophie barely glanced away from the screen of the TV as she grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in front of her and poured them into her mouth. She munched cheerfully like she didn't have a worry in the world.When in fact, she did. She had a lot running through her mind but she would never say it.It was only a day after the opening of her art gallery. A day after she met Tyler at the hospital. A day after Harper's birth to Baby Ivan. It was the date night Tyler had scheduled for her
Sophie didn't get a breathing space that night as she wandered about, talking to her guests and the families of her featured artists. She had almost let herself go into worry about Harper but Joyce had handed her a glass of non alcoholic wine that had put her at ease.So, with a glass in hand, Sophie had wandered around in her gallery and attended to guests. The number of people that had turned up were more than she had expected but she was glad that she had enough resources to handle them. She had just finished selling off a beautiful glass piece to a man when Joyce pulled her aside for a break."Heard anything from them yet?” she whispered as Joyce pulled her away from the scene to a corner.“Not yet,” Joyce whispered back with a hiss. She was equally very worried but that wasn't what she wanted to talk about.“Okay, so what's going on?” Sophie asked when she saw the look on her face.“I just saw Jasper and Olivia.” Joyce confessed trying to look past her friend's shoulders toward t
It had been exactly two weeks since the whole episode with her father. With the help of her friends, Sophie had gotten back on tracks with her dream art gallery. She had channeled all her emotions into setting up the perfect gallery she wanted.In two weeks, she had set up the podium and given the place the taste it deserved. Countless times, Joyce and the rest of the girls had dropped by to help her set up. And when she wasn't setting up, Sophie would lay down on the floors of the place and imagine what her future would be filled with.In everything she had pictured, there had been Tyler. It has been more than a while. Since the day she had ordered him out of her hospital room, she hadn't heard back from him. Although she felt extremely bad for treating him that way, she'd been hurting too. She hadn't wanted to see him. Now, she didn't know.She missed him. She missed everything about him but that wasn't the topic for the day. It was her gallery's opening night. Her friends had he
When Sophie got the call from Willow asking her to come to the police station the morning after the day she was released from the hospital, her mind had conjured up different thoughts that she didn't think were appropriate. Willow had sounded calm yet very worried. Like she was very close to killing someone off which had made her extremely worried.Kristen had driven her to the police station because she hadn't been strong enough to drive. Although she had been properly taken care of in the hospital, her wound hadn't completely healed off and her body still sometimes ached her. She still couldn't believe that someone had almost succeeded in killing her.The thought still paralyzed her whenever she thought if it. What if the bullet had gone straight to her heart? What would have become of her? So many if's and possibilities always left her paralyzed.“You are going to be fine,” Kristen had told her repeatedly before she walked into the police station. Everyone around her seemed to know
"Congratulations, Tyler.” Willow shook his hand when they stepped out from the court. His smile was wide, big yet very much incomplete. This had been his dream for the past few years; To put Manuel and Andy away for good.It had been simple yet very difficult.But Willow had made it happen. She had gathered all the obvious evidence she could find and made him set up a meeting with Adelaide on the guise of getting her to confess to what she had done alongside Manuel and Andy. His half-brothers were very smart and intelligent but one thing they all had in common was their pride at their winnings which always led them to gloat and talk about everything they weren't supposed to.All it had taken were a few bottles of drinks to get them put behind bars. Now, he had custody of the little girl he was starting to call his.“No, Willow. You made it happen,” he smiled genuinely at her and she smiled back with ease. Willow was a beast when she was in court and that much was apparent. She had pu