Cyrus Styne Novels & Stories

He said trying to get the answers to his question. "Mr. Steele..." "Cyrus. Call me Cyrus." I looked at him with confusion. Why would he ask me to call him by his first name? He is my boss and it is only proper to address him like how all of his employees do. I cleared my throat. "Sir, I'm sorry if I bothered you but with regard to what happened awhile ago, I just felt dizzy, I lost my balance..." "And I caught you. I will always catch you if you fall." He said sincerely.

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.

Claude was pushed and shoved by her and left his tripod. "Mr. Cyrus, how to pose for the best photo?" She tilted her head as if innocently curious. Her appearance was sweet, her voice was also sweet, and she knew how to humbly ask a man's forte. Claude also has to admit that Ladonna fully synthesizes all her skills to deal with men. Cyrus today wears only a regular stand-up shirt and comfortable black pants. The pockets connect into two obliquely slanted imitation leather bands, looking very elegant at first glance.

Cyrus connected the speakers with his mobile and started a sensuous song. He went to the bar counter and got himself a glass full of ice cubes and a bottle of Swedish wine. He took the seat at the couch, after removing his blazer. He opened the two buttons of his shirt. Pulled up the sleeves and sat leisurely like he owned the world. Well he did. His posture spoke dominance. He saw Denzel twisting and grinding with the pole keeping the eye contact and that’s not what Cyrus wanted. He wanted Denzel to submit to him. He wanted Denzel to submit to Master Thara that he failed to.

he said and I almost got lost in his eyes but I regained my thoughts and pushed forward making him lean back. “Stop,” I said and he blinked before he cleared his throat and I moved away from him. “That was intense,” Cassandra said barely above a whisper. “I’m going to smoke,” Theo said as he got up and I watched his back as he walked away to the far right and sat alone and lit his cigarette, since when did he smoke? Or has he always smoked and I just failed to notice? “Well, I’m sure that everyone is hungry now, ladies, let’s go dish up,” Miranda said as she got up and the other guys got up with her, Leo also followed them into the kitchen grumbling about how hungry he was.

“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen. “It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge. “Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile. Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks. I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.