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The name that imprinted itself in her head for the rest of the day. ‘ He's the CEO? A Beaumont? Does Tyler have a brother? But why have I never heard of him?’ Her brow furrowed deeply. ‘ No, there's no way Tyler has a brother and I'm not aware of it. I know everything about Tyler, his likes, his dislikes, there's nothing I don't know about him. And how come will he have a brother but never mention him?’ She reasoned to herself. ‘ Maybe… he's a cousin. That must be it, if they're cousins then that explains why he's a Beaumont cause Tyler told me the company belongs to him so yeah, Beaumont’s family owns the king's company...’ “ Tessa!” The call snapped her out of the thought, and she turned to look at everyone at the table looking at her. “ Are you okay, Tessa?” Ciara, Mrs. Beaumont asked worriedly. Tessa quickly put on a smile and nodded, adjusting herself in her seat. “ I'm totally fine.” “ You seem lost in thought for a second.” “ No, it's.. It's nothing.” She assured, swallowed as she looked across everyone at the dinner table. All were beautifully dressed according to the occasion. The evening was looking so perfect, expensive wine placed on the covered table, a delicious meal that spread across it, and the nice and expensive perfumes everyone was putting on. “ Was it.. because he's not here?” Ciara added, looking guilty, “ I'm so sorry about, he had some business to take care of which is why he won't be present.” Tessa nearly scoffed. ‘ Of course he has. Tyler always has one or two businesses to take care of, even though I'm damn sure he's at the club picking another girl for the night.’ She said in her mind but the thought made her heart clench. ‘ Even on our family dinner night?’ Her eyes fluttered as her finger curled slightly against the fork in her hand. Blake, Mr. Beaumont cleared his throat, turning to her. “ I'm sure you must be used to it by now, heard you two know each other?” He asked, sounding amused but it didn't surprise Tessa that the parents didn't know that she and their son were best friends. They were hardly around just like her parents, always going overseas for business. Her eyes lowered realizing how much they've not been present in their lives. Even her parents don't know what her best friend looked like. They're only recently around because of the issues their company is facing. Though she lacked nothing, except for their presence. “ Yes.” She nodded. “ Don't worry, I'll give him a call.” “ Okay.” Laura slowly reached out her hand and gave her a little squeeze. Tessa smiled as an assurance to her mother's worried gaze. Everyone resumed eating, chatting, and laughing except Tess. “ Oh, that reminds me. I heard you're interning at our company.” Ciara said, grinning. “ Uh.. yes, I started yesterday.” “ Great. So, how was work today?” ‘ Oh don't even get me started, with that annoying dickhead that's the boss, making my day such a miserable one. Should I tell you how arrogant and infuriating he is? or how I already despise my to-be brother-in-law already?’ She wanted to say, but instead, she forced a cheeky smile and replied. “ My day was absolutely FANTASTIC.” “ Oh, that's great.” Everyone giggled, not catching the irony in her words. Tessa heaved deeply. ‘ I wish to never see him again.’ she said to herself. The rest of the night pass slower than she wanted, her body aching with exhaustion. After cleaning the whole dusty room, Tessa badly wanted to go back to her bed and have the longest sleep ever. “ Tonight was great.” Her mother said to her after they'd returned home but she could only respond with a smile that didn't come from the heart before walking upstairs. She began texting on her phone as soon as she closed her room door behind her. “ You weren't at the family dinner.” She sent the text to Tyler, sat at the edge of the bed, and waited for his response, which came after a minute. “ Yeah, had some business to take care of.” He replied. She scoffed. “ Business? What business is more important than your presence there tonight?” “ You should understand love, it's not important I'm there, is it?” Her lips quivered. ‘ It's our wedding dinner night ‘ she wanted to type but couldn't. Her nose burns along with her eyes. It hurts so much that she knows what business he was talking about, but to think he believes partying and flirting around was more important than being with her made her heart squeeze so tight it hurt. “ Where are you?” She asked for confirmation. “ At the club with Conrad.” He replied. “ I knew it.” She said to herself. “ I'm sorry Tessy, that I couldn't be there tonight, I promise, I will make it up to you.” “ How? How will you make it up?” She asked, tears forming in her eyes. Even though she was angry, upset, and hurt, she still wanted to know, what he would do to make her stop hurting, to make her really believe he could actually belong to her, and her alone. “ Will a kiss be enough?” The message came in. Her heart skipped and raced at the same time. Her cheeks turned pink and a smile immediately spread across her face. ‘ A kiss? He would kiss me?’ her mood instantly elevated from zero to one hundred. She bit her lower lip, smiling. ‘ God,’ she called in her mind, grinning, and remembering how many times she'd wished him heartbreak with other girls, maybe then, he'd give her the attention. But now, he's talking about a kiss. “ I'll take your silence as a yes, Tessy.” Another message came in from him, snapping her out of her excited trance. “ So get your lips ready for me.” Her cheeks reddened. Her fingers hovered over her phone but her brain was short-circuited, not knowing what to type back. Her heart was racing so fast that it nearly burst out of her rib when her room door was suddenly pushed open. “ Ah.” She jumped, then heaved heavily seeing her mother. “ Mum, knock please, I should have moved out.” She grumbled and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't bother to move out since her parents were barely around. “ Sorry, did I interrupt something?” “ No, you.. startled me.” Laura smiled. “ I just came to tell you that the wedding shoot will be taken on the wedding morning.” “ Hm? Why?” “Beaumont's busy schedule, ..or we could..” “ Oh no, it's totally fine, we could take it that morning.” She quickly accepted and dismissed her mother. But little did she know, that-that would be the wrongest decision of her life. That one statement of acceptance, would be stamp to the most painful moment of her life.Her thighs were slick—not from the water, but from her. Aching, dripping, swollen with need that had never fully been sated.He looked up at her. Water streamed over his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were dark, hungry."Tess," he rasped. Her heart melted. His eyes were not only full of hunger, but also full of so much tenderness it almost melted her soul. She felt seen. Bare. Naked to his eyes. And safe.When he called her name, she opened her mouth but couldn't answer, enthralled by him, intoxicated by everything he was doing. She could only grip his shoulders for balance, her knees threatening to buckle.He didn't reach for the sponge.He leaned in.His mouth found her center like a man starved. He pressed his face between her thighs, tongue sweeping through her folds in a long, flat, possessive lick that made her cry out. Her head fell back, her hands fisting in
( BACK TO GRAYSON'S MANSION)“What’s this?” Tessa asked softly, her fingers brushing against his arm.“What’s what?” he murmured distractedly, lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.She tilted away from him slightly. “Wait. I’m serious.”His brows furrowed as he turned her around to face him, but her gaze had already locked onto his arm.The scar was large. Too large to ignore.And from the shape of it… It looked disturbingly like a bite mark.His eyes followed hers, and for the briefest second, something unreadable flashed across his face.“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, attempting to pull his arm away.But she caught him before he could.“Tess..”“What scar is this?”He inhaled slowly, almost shakily, before pulling her against his chest as though closeness could distract her from the question.“Let’s not talk about that right now.”Av
( TWO HOURS AGO: BACK IN THE HOSPITAL) Joyce sighed dejectedly as she handed over the bottle of water to Tyler. “ What? Why are you looking like that?” She exhaled exhaustedly. “ Do you even think he's capable of loving? Or he just doesn't like me.” “ Grayson?” His brows knitted as he snapped the bottle cap open. “ Hm.” She nodded, taking her seat beside him.“ I was talking to him when going to get the water but he was barely giving me any attention.” “ Of course, he's not.” Tyler scoffed, gulped down some amount of water before adding. “ Grayson is never capable of loving.” Joyce twitched her mouth forward. “ That's disappointing. But I want to believe he is. Though I tried making him jealous…” her shoulder slumped. “ …but even that did not work.” “ That's why I need to save and protect Tessa from someone like that. He's bitter, and
He didn't pull out.He stayed buried inside her, softening but still deep, his weight pressing her into the leather, his breath hot and uneven against her neck. Their bodies slick with sweat, her legs still trembling around his waist, her inner walls fluttering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.Neither of them spoke.They just breathed.His lips traced lazy, possessive kisses along her collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. Her fingers combed through his damp hair, her chest still rising and falling too fast.The silence stretched.And then..he stirred.Not to pull away. To press deeper. A subtle roll of his hips that made her gasp, her eyes flying open."Gray.""I want more," he murmured against her throat, voice rough, wrecked, aching. "I can't stop, Tess. I don't want to stop."Her breath hitched. Heat raced down her veins, cheeks, heating up her flushed cheeks. Her nipples hardened.He lifted his head, meeting her eyes. That dark, hungry look was back,
His hands roamed wildly, cupping her jaw, gripping her hip, sliding up her ribs under her dress, fingers splaying against the bare skin of her stomach. She arched into him. Needy. Craving And then.. He stopped. Grayson's lips hovered over hers, his forehead pressing against her own, his breath ragged and harsh. His eyes were squeezed shut. His jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle jumping. He was trembling. "Fuck," he breathed. Not angry. Torn. "Tess, I.." He didn't finish. But she knew. She felt it radiating off him in waves—the raw, aching, bone-deep want that had him shaking like a man standing at the edge of something he couldn't come back from. He wanted her. God, he wanted her.
When he claimed her lips with hers again, it wasn't gentle. It wasn't tentative. It was all raw hunger, lips crushing, teeth scraping her bottom lip hard enough to sting, drawing a sharp gasp that he swallowed whole. His tongue swept in, thick and demanding, tasting of something sweet and dangerous at the same time, something darker, deeper, exploring the wet heat of her mouth with a hunger that bordered on feral. It spun her head, made her moan helplessly into him, the vibration buzzing through his lips, and he answered by tilting her head further, angling deeper, tongue sliding slick against hers in a rhythm that was already filthy, already claiming. One she couldn't take anymore of. Her head was spinning. Her legs were buckling. Every nerve in her was on fire that burns so hot she had to break the kiss. She shouldn't have broken the kiss. That was her first coherent thought. The second was that she couldn’t feel her legs properly anymore. Her fingers were still
With coldness settled behind his eyes, he let out a short laugh, the sound low and humorless. “ Why?” He repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like a quiet mockery. “ Would you have loved to be rejected by two brothers on your wedding day?”Her chest tightened. Her lip
He had pressed himself against the nearest wall, knees drawn up, every sense straining for the smallest hint of light. Memories he had buried clawed their way back: the darkest nights. His mother's laughter. His father's voice. Trapped. Helpless. Little hands banging against the do
The four of them settled around the table in a quiet lounge of the suite, all three smiling except Tessa who sat stiffly in her chair like this was the last place she wanted to be. Grayson on the other hand, sits next to her, looking perfectly relaxed, leaning casually back. Prisca glanced between
| THE NEXT MORNING— ITALY | The vibration of phone stirred Tessa awake. She moaned as she stretched on the bed, dawn bleeding through the curtains. She fluttered her eyes open slowly. Her body felt stiff from sleeping too close to the edge of the bed, a careful distance maintained between her an







