FAZER LOGINQuin’s POVThe awkward silence lasted for a while before my mum decided to bring up something to lighten the mood. Only that now , that something might have been a mistake.“So,” she started with a smile, “when should we start expecting mini yous around?”Every single person at the table went quiet. All focus was on the couple.Billie went still.The fork in her hand stopped halfway to her plate, and for a second she looked like someone had poured ice water over her head.Her husband Julian answered too quickly.“We’re not ready.”The sharpness in his voice made the silence even worse.Mum blinked. “Oh. I was only asking.”“I know,” he replied immediately, but his tone didn’t soften much.Billie forced out a laugh that sounded fake as hell. “Mom, relax. You’re already planning grandchildren when we can barely handle work.”Dad chuckled lightly. “That’s not an excuse or answer.”“Then the answer is no,” Julian said.Tyler shifted slightly beside me. I could tell he noticed it too.Ever
Quin’s POVTyler's movement dragged me out of sleep.He probably didn't realise what he did. I opened my eyes and watched him walk into the bathroom without saying anything. The door shut behind him, and I stayed there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.A lot happened yesterday.Aiden showing up. Tyler's nightmare. And then him opening up about his mom.It's not my place to judge, but she's the most shity mother I've ever heard of.Seeing him let go a little was relaxing. He acts so tough like a needle could break if pressed against his skin.The bathroom door opened, and Tyler stepped out, already dressed like he didn’t want to waste time.“Morning,” he said.“Morning.”He looked fine on the surface, but I knew better.“You sleep well?” I asked.“Yeah.”He kept turning and tossing throughout the night. So I want to try and believe he actually slept well.“We’re leaving soon,” I said. “Go eat something first.”“I’m not hungry.”“You’re eating anyway.”He rolled his eyes but di
Tyler’s POV To say I was speechless was an understatement. Did Quin just confess to worrying and caring about me?Someone please slap me back to reality. Quin only ever cared about himself, so if he's acting like this now, it’s probably because of the sex or…There was no or. It had to be the sex.Shit.A part of me didn’t believe that though. And now we still had to spend the weekend at his parents’ place.I let out a short breath.“You’re being dramatic right now. I already told you it’s nothing to worry about. And the night we met at the bar, I told you a little about him. I don’t think you cared enough to remember that.”It was the best I could come up with.He picked up the phone on his desk and set it straight.“Don’t let anyone into my office without my permission ever again.”With that, he dropped the phone.He looked like he wanted to say something, hesitated… then spoke anyway.“I have two meetings today, and after that we’re going back home. My parents can wait.”“What? Wh
Tyler’s POV“Miss me, babe?”I didn’t answer.I just stood there staring at him. My brain needed a few seconds to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. Of all the places he could show up, it had to be here. Quin’s office.My luck has definitely run out.Quin didn’t look at me.“I asked you a question,” Quin said, his voice low, like he was trying not to get pissed. “Why are you in my office?”Aiden didn’t move from where he was standing. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Which didn’t sit right with me.“Business, of course,” he said simply.Quin let out a short breath. “You’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here like you belong.”Aiden’s lips curved slightly. “I go where the money is.”“That explains a lot,” Quin replied.The silence in the room was heavy.Aiden finally shifted his attention fully to Quin. “I’m here to talk about a project.”“I’m not interested.”“You haven’t even heard it yet.”“I don’t need to.”Aiden tilted his head slightly, studying him. “Still making decisio
Tyler’s POVI should have just gone to Quin's room. At least I would be too busy to check my phone. But then I had to play hard to get and now I'm restless and can't sleep. Aiden is a terrible person, which was the main reason I cut him off. But what does he mean he's coming to take what's his...I didn’t sleep well. Every time I closed my eyes, my phone lit up in my head again. That message. That stupid message. I turned on the bed and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. Still there. I’m back to take what’s mine. I scoffed and locked the screen. “Yeah, you wish.”I got out of bed before I could think too much about it. By the time I stepped out of my room, Quin was already awake. He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, looking like he had everything under control.“You look like shit,” he said without looking up.“Good morning to you too.”“You didn’t sleep.”“I slept perfectly well.”“Liar.”I ignored him and picked up an apple, went straight to wash it and started eating.“B
Tyler’s POVQuin is such a fucking tease.That was the first clear thought that stuck in my head the moment we stepped into the house.He didn’t even give me time to breathe after that kiss. One second I was admitting something I didn’t even plan to say, and the next, he was acting like he owned the moment. Like he had been waiting for me to slip.I hated that.I dropped my bag on the couch and walked past him without saying anything. If I stayed too close, I might actually do something stupid. And I had already done enough of that today.“You’re running again,” he said behind me.I stopped mid-step and turned slowly. “If I was running, you wouldn’t still be talking to me.”He leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “Thats cute. But you know I'm right.”“No I don't.”“Really?” he asked, pushing off the wall and walking toward me.I didn’t move.Big mistake.He stopped right in front of me, close enough for me to feel the heat coming off his body. “You just told
Quin’s POVDinner with my parents was an absolute disaster. But I don't care because my father won't have a reason to not give me what belongs to me all in the name of marriage.I still don't know why he thinks marriage is that important. I'd rather get myself different playthings than to be tied t
Tyler’s POVI should not be this nervous, it's just dinner.That thought had been going through my head for the past ten minutes as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my sleeve for no real reason other than the fact that my hands refused to stay still. I’d already fixed it more times than ne
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 thre
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







