Goodwill Sir Tyler Novels & Stories

You may use this to gain favor with her. Caroline was astonished by Tyler's initiative. Caroline: [Tyler, how did you find out so quickly?] Tyler: [It doesn't take much time to look into this, and I'm relatively skilled in gathering intel.] Caroline: [You're awesome, my dear! Thank you for your intel anyhow.] Tyler sent an adorable smiling face with sunglasses. Caroline: [Sleep early with Axel.] Tyler: [Okay. Goodnight, Mommy.]

He says while making his way toward the table and chair in my room. "I am thank you Mr Black." i reply as i take a seat opposite him. "You can call me Tyler. I know everything is new to you here but I hear you are a natural Tess and Matt said good things about the training and it's been your first day. I have a mission for you in a month there's a guy that's a regular at the strip club who owes me money all you have to do is get him to a VIP area and slip something in his drink so my men can grab him." he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him.

she hugs the tanned individual back as he towers above her, outmatching her already slender height. When they break apart she clears her throat, turning towards me bashfully, “Willow, this is Tyler. My head of command while I’m out of duty for the time being,” she smiles warmly, a glow bursting upon her cheeks. Tyler takes a step forward with an outstretched hand, “So this is the woman who’s stolen the heart of our Alpha,” he jokingly greets me as I take his hand; shaking it firmly, “-I’m one of Elijah’s old pals. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he nods his head respectfully.

"Hey, Bullwinkle, it's natural for a woman's body to do that while she's with young. Don't embarrass us, what're you gonna do, run to the doctor every time she pukes?" Ty the expert put his two cents in. I'm pretty sure if he doesn't stop his shit either Con or Lo is gonna put his lights out. The only reason none of us had taken his ass out as yet was because we knew this was his way of not dealing with what we suspected had happened to the commander. A pain in the ass Ty was better than crazy Ty any day. The talk was light as we sat around drinking cups of coffee while we waited for whatever Gaby was gonna dish up this morning.

He beamed. And I gave Aria the most poppy eyes I've ever got. She let a sigh and says. "Okay, okay, who denied free food anyways." She shrugged and we all head inside. Inside, the maitre d' seated, Ian lend us to the table where another gentleman sits waiting for us at a table for four. He greeted us immediately glancing at Aria. "I'm Tyler. Tyler Greystone." He introduced smiling warmly at us, well mostly Aria. Does he has some feeling for her or something?

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

The word Sir has never sounded so dirty in my ears. “Now, lay on your back and spread your legs for me baby” There was no going back from here, I tell myself.

An assistant welcomes them, shows Hardy a waiting area to sit in, and then leads Kingsley to the councilor's office. Counselor Ken Tyler, a tall, gregarious man in his early fifties is standing there, a sincere smile lighting up his face, as Kingsley walks in. "Mr Wills, you're welcome," Tyler says with a friendly handshake. "I'm glad to meet you at last. Professor Wesley told me about you a while back, but I was starting to believe that we might never meet again.” Kingsley stoically accepts the handshake but remains silent. Tyler kindly points to a chair. "Please sit down. How may I be of service to you today?”

He stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the dark water. "Everything I have," he said, his voice raw. "The Tower, the jets, the billions... it’s all tainted. I used a contract to buy your 'service' for four million dollars, thinking I was the one holding the debt. But I’m just another Vanderwall stealing from a Vance." "It doesn't change who you are, Killian," Elena said, turning to him. "You didn't know." "But I benefit from it every day," he countered, finally looking at her. The 'Ice Tycoon' was gone, replaced by a man whose soul was visible and bleeding. "I’m no better than Alistair."