LOGINTyler’s POVI was so damn pissed at Quin.He had told me dinner at 8pm and left the house only to come back when it was almost midnight. But then we agreed to mind our business.My mother had called to inform me she was in need of money and that I gave it to her or she collected more loans.To say I was exhausted was an understatement.The next day was Saturday. No work just stay at home and be a good house husband—without the whole house chores. Quin had left the house after breakfast.I lay down in my bed trying to think of what to say to Cassie.A message came in shortly. It was from Quin.Evil Boss : We have a dinner to attend later , get ready before 7pm.I couldn't even enjoy the small peace of today . I was thinking of what to wear before another message came in.Evil Boss: outfit will be delivered in 2hours.It was supposed to be a simple and harmless dinner. Except nothing about Quin McKenzie was ever simple or harmless.I stood in front of the mirror in my room, adjusting th
Quin’s POV The house felt different. That was the first thing I noticed the moment I stepped out of Tyler’s room and closed the door behind me. I've never brought anyone to the house before. I walked down the hallway, making my way to the exit. I exhaled slowly as I reached the end of the corridor. This was necessary. I was glad about the Annulment but my father just had to ruin it all for me. Now I'm stuck with my flimsy excuse of an assistant. Four months and this should all be over. I kept telling myself that. It was like a reminder to stop the irritation of someone else in my space from setting in. By the time I left the house, night had already settled in. I wasn't going to let Ben drive but I knew I would be needing him later. I didn’t check my phone. I didn’t review emails. For once, I allowed silence to sit without interruption. That alone was unusual. “Sir, the location?” Ben asked. “Same place.” It was a bar I frequent so no further explanation was needed. The bar
Tyler's POV I should have said no.I should have stood my ground.That was the thought running through my head as I stood outside my apartment building later that afternoon, staring at the black SUV parked by the curb like it was some kind of threat.Because that’s exactly what it felt like. A threat to my peace,my space, my comfort and my life. And somehow… I had signed myself into it.“Sir?”I turned slightly.A man in a clean, dark suit stood a few steps away.“Mr. McKenzie sent me,” he continued. “ I'm here to assist with your move.”I let out a slow breath.I must have gone crazy to accept any of this in the first place. But before I could say another word Quin came out of said vehicle."You've got to be kidding me." I muttered.He said earlier at his office that he already made provision for my things to be moved so I should leave early. I haven't even started with anything before they arrived.Quin took a few steps towards me." Just get only the necessary things. Whatever you
Tyler’s POVThe contract was obviously thicker than the one Quin had emailed me the night before. That was the first thing I noticed when he slid the document across the desk which was official looking enough to make my stomach tighten.I picked it up slowly.“it looks more than what you sent. You made changes?” I asked.Quin leaned back in his chair, fingers loosely steepled together as if we were discussing something as casual as the weather.“Nothing much, just few adjustments.”“ Just few,” I repeated.His office was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside the large windows behind him. The sunlight filtered through the glass and reflected against the polished desk between us.Everything about this place screamed control. And Quin McKenzie was sitting in the center of it like he owned the world. Which, honestly, he kinda probably did. I opened the folder.The first several pages were similar to the version he had sent me. It consists of Legal terms, duration of the arran
Tyler’s POV The moment I stepped out of Makell Holdings, I took a long breath of fresh air like I had just escaped a war zone. My head was still spinning from the conversation with Quin. Four months. Stay married to him for four months. The man had completely lost his mind. I shoved my hands into my pockets and started walking toward the street. The evening air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the irritation burning in my chest. Quin McKenzie really believed he could just throw money at a problem and expect people to fall in line. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t one of those people. My phone vibrated, but I ignored it. At this point I didn’t want to hear from anyone connected to Makell Holdings. The phone vibrated again. Annoyed, I pulled it out. Email – Quin McKenzie I stopped walking. Of course it was him. For a moment I considered deleting it without even opening it. Then curiosity got the better of me. The message itself was short. Since you refused to listen earlier
Tyler's POVI had just stepped outside the building when my phone vibrated in my pocket.For a moment, I ignored it. My life lately has already been a disaster. First my mother with the debts that won't finish, then I found out I got married to someone who is at the top of my hate list, also finding out that the person I married in Vegas was my boss. The only good thing that had come out of the whole mess was the annulment. At least that problem was solved. The phone vibrated again. With a sigh, I pulled it out and checked the screen.Jake.That made me pause.Jake rarely called unless something at the tech department had gone completely wrong and even at that. As the head of Makell Holdings’ tech division, he was usually buried in servers, security systems, and whatever complicated software he spent most of his life staring at. And I think he owns his own company because he gives almost the same vibes as Quin. Don't get me wrong, not the same but almost.I answered.“What’s up?”“Are







