Mei X Tyler Novels & Stories

I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

Mayeli's phone buzzed again, and she ignored it when she saw it was still Killian calling. “Hey, Tyse, looking great as ever”, Mayeli said, managing a smile. She was sure Tyse had read the news about her and Killian, but he wouldn't ask until she opened up to him, which was something she often did in the end. Tyse was more her therapist. “What do you want to drive today?” Tyse asked with his usual warm smile. “Have you built anything new?” “Absolutely”. Tyse pressed a button and the garage door they were standing in front of opened, revealing different brands of racing cars. Tyse was probably one of the richest people Mayeli knew after Killian.

She walks directly into Tyler's personal space, stopping inches from him. "Tyler Grant." Her voice isn't loud, but it has the cutting power of a diamond. Tyler's smirk falters. "What's with the tone, Lisa? You're making a scene." "We're done." The table goes silent. Even the people at the next booth turn to look. Mia and Ellie stand frozen, their eyes wide. "What are you talking about?" Tyler asks, his ego finally flaring. "What are you 'done' with? You didn't even consult me before—"

she hissed and I chuckled. "He's Liam's brother Mia, have you forgotten? Now, I get why most of the people here are females," I replied, not exactly surprised by the crowd anymore. Tyler Helton is a pretty popular model, actor and designer and he has a reputation of rarely showing up at random places like cafes, clubs, and the likes, so when he does show up, girls completely lose their minds and start to hover around him like flies asking for pictures, autographs and basically just screaming and making a fool of themselves. The worst part is, there's a rumor that he's actually gay but ninety five percent of his female fans refuse to believe it.

The door opened. Tyler entered the room, his presence a palpable shift in the atmosphere. His gaze, cold and accusing, was fixed on me, and I knew, with a sinking feeling, that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. He stood beside Joana, their eyes locked on me, a silent battle brewing in the space between us. "What are you going to do now, Tyra?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with a harshness that made my heart sink. "You already had a child with him, and now you're divorced." His words felt like a physical blow, a sharp stab in my chest.

As soon as she flung open the door, Maeve couldn’t help but snarl, yet in the next second, both she and Skyler stood frozen in place. It was not Hanson sitting in the office but Tyr Summers. “You’ve arrived. I’ve been waiting a long time for you two.” Tyr was currently seated in Hanson’s chair with the computer switched on, where a video footage was being played. After Tyr scrutinized the video on the screen. Then, he looked up at Maeve Lee, grinning from ear to ear as he inquired, “I’m curious, Miss Maeve Lee. Can you actually do thirty-six backflips at once?”

Adrian cleared his throat and took a mouthful of his glass of plain water without saying anything. While the couple shared a loving moment, another car pulled up outside the lamb stew restaurant. Tyler got out of the car, accompanied by Meghan, his secretary, who bore a faint resemblance to Stephanie. "It's so hot today, Mr. Grover. Why are you suddenly craving lamb stew?" Meghan asked in a cutesy voice while leaning against his shoulder. Tyler shot her a cold look. "You don't like it?" Meghan was about to admit that she didn't, but when she saw his expression, she realized something and quickly replied, "Of course I do! It's my favorite food in the whole world. Thanks for bringing me here t

Caroline: [Ty, this is Mommy.] During mealtime, Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it and opened a text message from an unknown number. The content of the message startled him, causing him to drop his fork with a clang. The sound caught Axel's attention, who then asked, "What's going on, Ty?" Tyler glanced at the nearby bodyguard and shook his head as he replied, "Nothing, I just saw the news."

They kept talking and laughing, occasionally glancing over to watch Ryan and Tyler tease their stepsister. Tyler dropped to his knees in the shallow water and buried his face between Mia’s thighs, licking her messy folds hungrily. “Still tastes like all of us,” he groaned against her clit. Ryan held her up from behind, pinching her nipples hard as Tyler’s tongue worked her sensitive bud. Mia moaned, her hands gripping Tyler’s hair.

But the door still slammed shut. Tyler looked at me with worry and happiness. “Now that you’re mine, can we be kinky now?” I gave him a half-smile. “No, thank you. I prefer a vanilla sex relationship.” Even if I tried to protest, because first of all, the door is not fucking locked, Tyler still dived down in my mouth. Only to be stopped when Meah entered, as silent as a sleeping cat.