Taming The Tycoon Novels & Stories

He then crosses his heart and heads out through the front door as I use the back door! THIRD PERSON Tyson walks out and closes the door behind him and when he spots the curious Scorpion and the eager Tiger, he pretends to zip up his pants and straightens his shirt then passes a hand through his dishevelled hair. “It seems you enjoyed yourself!” Tiger observes as he licks his lips in lust, something which disgusts Tyson. If it weren't for his sick child, he wouldn't have involved himself with such devilish people. Doing heinous crimes for survival is not his cup of tea!

That beautiful fairy in blue, with dark long wavy hair, her laughter was captivating, her beautiful voluptuous body was the first kind of its kind of beauty that he’d ever come across. He never believed in love at first sight or things they show in movies where you see a person or a girl and get mesmerised with her beauty, but this is exactly what happened to TJ, who was not only the mighty business tycoon of America but also the head of the most powerful mafia gang in the country. He never had any weakness in life, nothing that could make him give up on anything but somehow from the time he lay his eyes on his blue fairy, he seemed to be a changed person

How could Terry take over the company from him someday when he didn’t even know how to win a game and there was a game being played, between the wolves and the wolf hunters, between the predators and their prey. The sooner Terry understood that the better, Tyson didn’t believe anything Terry said, the kid seemed to always conviently dissappear anytime they raided the wolves, then he would show up the next morning, with his quiet, stupid unassuming smile on his face, like they were all fools. “GET BACK TO WORK” Tyson yelled, through his windows at the guys who were relaxing during their break, he hadn’t been shouting at the others though, he had been shouting directly at Terry, hopefully the

I hope Bex is safe. "I wouldn't say that if I were you. But, to answer your question. I am right here in your penthouse with your beautiful tomboy who has captured my heart already with her beauty". He said. "Don't you dare touch her, you hear me, you lunatic?". I spat "I admit. She is quite a beauty to behold. Don't you agree with me? " "What do you want? ". I asked "Now, you are talking. Send Two hundred million to my account. Let's start from there. Or say goodbye to your little princess.". He bargained.

I dug through my purse, searching for some cash to leave behind—a clear message that this was just a transaction, nothing more. To my dismay, I found only a single hundred-dollar bill tucked into the inner pocket. Not nearly enough for a high-end escort in London, but it would have to do. In the taxi to the airport, my mind replayed fragments of the night in vivid detail. The heat of his skin against mine. His fingers roamed across my skin. The temperature between us kept climbing, our breathing becoming ragged and urgent. I respond instinctively. I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair.

"But I brought three today..." Takuto’s eyes narrowed with determination. "Then three! And I’ll give you priority on tomorrow’s juice selection!" There was no way Takuto was going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. He had already envisioned the world in which he owned the Tyrannosaurus rex blanket—power, comfort, respect. The blanket would be the cornerstone of his reign.

Terrence eventually got out of the car and came around to open the door for me. “Stay by his side; don’t even go to the restroom alone. I’ll be in shortly to look after you.” “Thank you, Terrance.” Tyson stepped on the curb, looking completely different from the way he had this past week. He was clean, polished, and handsome. And he knew it. His cocoa skin was glowing, and his dreadlocks were neatly pulled back and flowing down his back. Add the meticulously trimmed facial hair and crisp, tailored suit, and this looked like a date with a man any girl would love to be with.

Taylor didn’t know where he was going, but she nodded, “My father used to own one.” The man smiled and got up from his seat. He walked around his table and headed straight to her. He stretched his hand to touch her hair, but she took a step back, evading him. He grimaced and slipped his hands into his pockets instead. “Then you must be familiar with its temperament and how persistence it is in tracking a scent trail. It never stops until it gets the source of a scent trail. Unless it dies midway.” “What am I trying to say? You were practically sold to Andrew Radford by your father to clear his debt. From what I hear and what I saw yesterday, Andrew loathes you. What if I give you an opportun

He replied, growing irritated. She sighed beside him as they walked down the hallway with bodyguards behind them. “I don’t want a child. I want your child.” He made no reply to that. He had no interest in having children. People whispered as they walked past them, but Graeme was used to it. Being a filthy rich tycoon, gossip came with the territory. It didn’t disturbing him in the slightest. Let them talk.

He said his voice stern as he got out of bed and sauntered towards the bathroom to take a shower. James relished having sex with the young male servants in his cottage regularly. there was something so dangerously alluring about having his way with the pliable, young man that worked the grounds at the Meyer Mansion over the years. his latest flavor, the twenty-year-old Tom had been particularly interesting. they did disgusting and shameful things to each other's bodies that he enjoyed mightily. the boy was not only talented in working the grounds of the Mansion with his hands. but he had other talents as well, particularly his mouth. the thought of him gave James goosebumps.