TYLERI sat down there in solitude, anger coursing through my veins. Curse that man! I yelled within me. Fuck them all. How dare she speak to me in that manner. How dare all of them? I should have exposed her for the slut that she is. My head felt heavier than my body, probably because of the mighty ache I was having. I couldn't go to a hospital, what would be my reason? I needed a hotel. I couldn't even go home and dare to start countless rumours amongst my house workers. Blood still dropped from my nose, even if it wasn't broken. I called my assistant and ordered him to come pick me. So much for having fun alone. I didn't even expect to run into her.I underestimated her, and that's why this happened to me. I cursed more under my breath clenching my fists and flinching at the same time. My stomach hurt. My insides hurt. Was her husband a boxer? And who was that little girl? Her daughter? She said I shouldn't come near her family. Where the fuck was this driver and what was taking so
TYLERDamn Thea Andrew! Damn Booker Greyson! Damn her for putting my heart in jeopardy!I sat alone in my dimly lit bedroom , my mind consumed by thoughts of Thea. She was more persistent than her father and that scared me. After the whole background check on her, I was thrilled, under her new identity, she created an empire and successfully controlled it without the bussiness teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. She made it all herself. Damn! I was thrilled.Now, it's been weeks since she had returned to Manhattan, and yet her presence lingered in my thoughts like a haunting song sang on Halloween. It never really left my mind, her name, her smell and her moan, nothing left my mind, it wss still fresh, like it happened yesterday. I couldn't understand why I was so captivated by her, why she seemed to have cast a spell on me - yes, she is beautiful and yes, she is ruining my sanity.I found myself daydreaming about that night. I remembered the first time I saw her without clothes, her
TYLERI sat in my personal office at home, my mind consumed with thoughts of Thea's personal life. I couldn't help but feel a burning curiosity about who she really was as Booker Greyson, and what made her have the nerve to talk to me anyhow she wants now. The incident at the restaurant, where Sebastian had defeated me in a fight and given me a black eye, had only fueled my hatred towards him. I needed to know more about him and his connection to Thea.I called in some of my trusted men and instructed them to investigate both Thea and Sebastian - both of their lives in their city, what made them come close to eachother to delude everyone that they are into some kind of a relationship. They were to gather quite a handful of information as possible, focusing particularly on Sebastian's background and his position in the city.I called the men in, eager to hear what he had discovered about the assignment. As they entered, I motioned for me to take a seat. I was always that nice to my loy
THEALily will be fine. Lily will be fine.I never thought I would find myself in this situation, constantly worrying about the well-being of my daughter, the girl I had raised by my own self and left to be alone back in the city we were coming from. But here, I was worried, I can't even let her out of my sight because I was scared Tyler might see her and probe her with questions, and the secret that I have been keeping from him will be out.I couldn't forget the way he looked at her with a mix of curiosity and something else I can't quite put my finger on. Like I hurt him, like I betrayed him, like we had something more than a single night together, like we were - lovers! And I cheated on him. That was how he looked at me, an unreasonable strange combination of hurt and longing. And he looks at Lily as if he knows there is a connection between them but can't quite grasp what it is.I know Lily looks a lot like Tyler, it was even worse when I first gave birth to her and I held her in
THEAMy arms were wrapped around Lily like she was about to die, her wails were louder and my heart sank as I saw the shattered window. It was shattered beyond recognition and could kill Lily if she had been close enough to the window. My mouth was opened as I looked around.The window glass was shattered in a manner that indicated a significant amount of force had been applied to it. The impact was strong enough to cause the glass to break into multiple tiny pieces and create a pattern of cracks and shards. A typical possible scenario is that a heavy object, perhaps a rock or a brick, was thrown at the window. The force of the impact would cause the glass to fracture and break apart. The size and shape of the object used would determine the extent of the damage and the pattern in which the glass shattered. If thrown, the object could actually have landed on Lily's head, give her a ghastly head blow, concussion and perhaps death, because it was unexpected.Another possibility is the p
THEAI sat in the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as I navigated through the city streets. I already had Mark take care of Lily and I trusted him to take extra care of her, so I wasn't in any hurry to go back home. It was where I was going that mattered. The weight of what Tyler had done to my family and me bore down on me like an unbearable burden and now, I was going to face him and watch him crumble just like my father had - just like he made my family crumble. Determination fueled my every thought, as I replayed the events over and over again in my mind.How could he have blackmailed my father? How could he have manipulated me into sleeping with him? How could he just put some money down and asked me to leave the country, under a new name? The anger simmered within me, fueling my resolve to make him pay for his actions. I couldn't let him get away with it; justice needed to be served. But amidst my burning rage, a flicker of fear danced at the edges of my conscio
THEAThere was a heavy weight on my chest. The event that took place in Tyler's office had taken a toll on me. It's been ages I cried the way I did earlier today and it was all because of Tyler. I desperately needed a break from it all. As I dragged myself out of bed, I made a decision - tonight, I would let loose and forget about my troubles, even if just for a few hours. I was going to the club to party.I got into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were tired, and there were dark circles underneath them as a result of the tears. I needed to do something to shake off this sadness that had consumed me. Tonight was going to be different; tonight, I would be someone else. I rummaged through my closet, searching for the perfect outfit to wear. I wanted to look good, to feel good about myself. After what felt like an eternity, I settled on a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Black was just perfect on me, I wore black to Tyler's
TYLERI was in my personal office, seated at my desk , my mind consumed by thoughts of Daniel Andrew's daughter. She was seemingly impossible to detect, an enigma, a female shrouded in absolute mystery. Despite my best efforts, despite the efforts of my abled men, with their best techs and all, I couldn't uncover any additional information about her or her family, than the ones I have already - worse still, there was nothing more about that bodyguard of hers - Sebastian. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air, leaving no trace of her past behind as Booker Greyson, and Sebastian had helped her delete it with his own.I even looked into the debt she said her father was owing and the amount baffled me. How did Daniel Andrew end up owing so much? The company must have hit its end at the beginning of the first two years of its establishment, yet, it thrived for a whole while, with loans and personal savings. I wonder how Daniel was able to keep his daughters, perform his duties as a