Taming The Tycoon Novels & Stories

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.

The company had gone through a lot to be able to get into this press conference and all these girls were thinking about was how to get this devil's digits. "Gigi, calm down. You're still new here but look how you're scaring them. We know you dislike Mr Black but you have to remain professional right now. Here, these are your lines," my co-worker, Amber, said, squeezing a paper into my hand. I frowned. This wasn't part of the deal I had with them. "The deal was that I help you guys with writing the questions and I escort you. I was never meant to ask anything!" I protested, scowling.

The waiter was cleaning the floor. Maximus also recognized Luna because she was the one who bumped into him the other day. Maximus, with one hand in his pocket, approached the children. “Just be thankful because even if she’s young she can pay, but your bad attitude can't be changed no matter how many millions you spend.” Maximus said coldly. The woman looked at Maximus in surprise and just swallowed. The one who was like a tiger when she was angry was now like a snail that had been hit.

He’s the last person I’d fall for. Her gaze shifted across the room, landing on the sleek, glass-walled office where Damien Cross was currently on a call. His back was to her, one hand in his pocket, the other gesturing smoothly as he spoke. His tailored suit fit like it had been made from ambition itself. Her jaw tightened. No amount of good looks could make up for a man who lived to control everything around him. She’d seen men like him before — all sharp edges and silent judgment. They took what they wanted and left everyone else to pick up the pieces.

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.

The young man said, wide-eyed, he had been terrified by the screams that were coming from his boss’s suite. “I’m fine.” Nickolas said and took a steadying breath. He was fine. The ranch was his sanctuary, the dream a distant, fading nightmare. He was Mark Smith. Mark paced around his suite, but some activity caught his attention outside. He stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw more rented cars stop in the driveway; he was getting more business, but it was more than he had bargained for. The more people that came in, the greater the risk of being discovered.

he said and he looked nervous Wait a minute, the almighty, ruthless, tycoon Ivan Montero was nervous. This is a sight the whole world should witness, I chuckled in my mind and I loved I was the reason for his nervousness. "Okay, here it goes. These past few months have really changed my perspective of things, I used to think women were all the same gold-digging whore but having spent time with you, I guess I was wrong. it made me blush and he continued

He was nothing like Samuel, who was greedy for more and had Amanda in the palm of his hands. "I want you to get close to the new CEO." "What?" "Seduce him." Tyra shot to her feet and approached her mother. "How will that work for us?" Elizabeth pinned her with a heated glare. "Have I taught you nothing?" Tyra's gaze fell to the floor. "If you don't get him first, that little slut will. Oh my God!" Tyra's eyes lifted to find her mother pressing her palm to her chest dramatically. "Maybe they're trying to join their families in marriage!"