TYLERParty in Manhattan never goes wrong.Upon entering the party, I was immediately struck by the grandeur of the venue. The space was elegantly decorated with opulent chandeliers I was sure was imported from Italy, the exquisite floral arrangements, and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. The atmosphere, vibrant and filled with lively conversations, laughter, and music.I took note of the large number of attendees present at the party. The room, bustling with people from all walks of life, many of whom I recognise and have done bussiness with. This diverse crowd includes successful entrepreneurs, influential celebrities, respected politicians, and accomplished professionals from various fields.I knew this kind of party would bring in more reputable investors, and damn, I need them in my bussiness, so I got myself a fashion wear to look as good as possible, even if it means ruining my bank account. I choosed an outfit that exudes sophistication and style. I went for a tailored bla
TYLERWho cares if Thea Andrew treats them like that? Well, it's me.I stumbled into my apartment and tossed away my tuxedo jacket, the weight of the night heavy on my shoulders. The party had been a blur of laughter, music, and flashing lights, but now that I was alone in the silence of my own space, thoughts of Thea consumed me unwillingly.I managed to get to my room and collapsed onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion seep into my bones. My eyes was opened for a while until I laid flat, trying to decipher what just happened today.She was filthy rich, fucking rich! And, I dare not think she accumulated so much by herself. She couldn't dare, she left without nothing and if not for my money and her fake name, she wouldn't have lived up till now. But, looking at her, I knew she worth more than she ever did, she was rich. To be invited to that party means she must be known amongst the rich. Was it her husband that was rich? Or she came with a male friend? Even though, no man will adore
THEAI almost couldn't say that to him, when he came closer, everything was awakened again - the locked up need to wrap my arms around him and beg him to make love to me just as he did five years ago. It was an uncontrollable desire that I had felt also last night when I saw him, but I survived.Lord! He had changed, now he looked good looking, neat and even his voice was deeper, richer and full of life. I just couldn't help but appreciate his looks and I hated myself for even loving anything about him. I wished I could stamp his face and rain curses on him, I wished I could paint him bad before those investors. I knew the better half of all the investors, and I could make them not invest in his business but I wasn't so bad. Although, I hated him, seeing him again last night and him daring to walk up to me, asking me how I was surprised me.At that moment, I wanted to kill him, I wanted him to drop dead. He had the guts, the audacity to walk up to me, thinking I was going to talk nice
THEAAs I drove into the garage and stepped through the front door of my house, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. The weight of the day's events pressed heavily on my shoulders like Hercules body weight threatening to crush me under its damned burden. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I went up the stairs, it was threatening to spill over and betray the facade of strength I had been wearing all day - particularly in that closet, with the man I hated now. But I couldn't let myself break down. Not now. Not when things were finally starting to look good for me and my company, all thanks to my workers and Sebastian.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and repeated a mantra in my mind: "Tyler will not be the cause of my breakdown. Tyler will not be the cause of my breakdown. Tyler will not be the cause of my breakdown." I kept on saying that, hoping I will live up to it.Because why not? It had been a long and hard journey to get to this point. My company had be
THEAI wanted to smack the smirk off his face. I probably hadn't given him enough kicks the last time. I don't know what gave him courage but he sure had plenty coming here and staring at me in the face. I loved how unsettled he was at the meeting, I wish I had said something to bring down his ideas but they were actually interesting. I didn't know he'll be heading the project, I wouldn't have involved myself in it. After the party, I didn't want to see him again. But seeing him look all messed up and tardy made me happy. It made my insides turn due to unending joy. I craved his downfall.There was nothing left of Father to fight for again, since he left us and disappeared into thin air, so I had to build my own empire against Tyler and then crumble his. My biggest regret was trying to fight for him in the first place, but all those disappointments were truly worth it, as they made me who I was today. I hadn't still thought about how to tell Tyler about Lily. He'd want to have more in
THEAMy persuasion was useless. Deep down I was glad that it was. I watched as Sebastian burned with fury, wanting to charge at Tyler on my behalf. Lily was still distracted by her game pad and I was glad. I thought about the reason I came back to this shit hole. To find my father, and to give this monster a taste of his own medicine. The restaurant wasn't so crowded, at least not with familiar audience. There were no cameras either, and no awkward press outside. Tyler was alone and there was no one to guard him, both inside and outside. I smiled. It was the perfect opportunity for me.I tried playing the nice card first, so Sebastian would be more infuriated. I also tried to consider Lily for once, seeing two grown men fight wouldn't make much sense. She was an intelligent inquisitive child, and she'd start asking unnecessary questions. I wanted this to be in closure, and I wanted no word of it to escape. Unless Tyler wanted to tell himself which I was sure he wouldn't. I kept glanci
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