Tayson Face Reveal Novels & Stories

It was a mask I had to wear now. Taylor’s eyes widened in shock. His jaw tightened as he looked at me again, this time with disbelief. “You… you’re Miss White?” His face paled. Then he bowed low, almost too quickly. “Forgive me, Miss White. Since no one has ever seen you before and the media has no pictures of you, I truly couldn’t recognize you.” I forced a smile, holding my breath steady. “It’s alright,” I said softly. “I understand.” Taylor exhaled in relief, his posture easing. “Thank you for your understanding.” Then he glanced between me and Jess, his expression brightening. “Are you both here for a meal? Allow me to treat you.”

“I was wondering how long it would take.” That voice. My breath catches as I turn, slowly, almost afraid. But he doesn’t disappear this time. He stands there clear, solid, real. No shadows. No distance. And for the first time… I see his face. My chest tightens, the world tilting slightly as recognition slams into me. “Tyson…” The name falls from my lips without hesitation, like it has always belonged there. Tyson doesn’t look surprised. If anything, he looks… satisfied.

Tyson left soon after Jean was gone. After Tyson got into the car, Carson, "Boss, the one who Jean met during the dinner is Etan." Tyson slowly turned the tail ring with the shape of snake in his left hand. "Ah, she is really something." "How about we take some pictures and then expose their relationship?" "You are too shortsighted. What's point of exposing them at this moment? They probably just get criticized behind their back at most, and it won't do any harm to them. "So we just do nothing? I just think it would be such a shame, because it is a wonderful opportunity."

My mind spins with what I should have said to him, what I should do next—until a loud, familiar voice cuts through my thoughts. “Look alive, people!” Tyson. He strides into the studio with effortless swagger, his camera bag slung over one shoulder, his broad smile lighting up the room. The sight of him is like a breath of fresh air. Tyson isn’t just another photographer. He’s an extraordinary talent and a retired p**n star with a history as complicated as my life. He’s an anchor, someone who’s known me since the start of my career. Long before Rowan, there was Tyson.

They go and stand with Tyson at the front. Finally it is my turn. As Stanley and I round the corner and the alter comes into view, my eyes immediately find Tyson standing at the front, looking sexy as sin in his black tuxedo with pink tie and pink pocket square. He has a pink rose with baby’s breath tucked into his man bun, giving off some of his fun and romantic personality. When his eyes meet mine, his face lights up into one of his megawatt smiles. I think mine is reflected on my face as well. *You are the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth! I can’t wait to get you alone tonight and tear that dress off of you!* Tyson teases me through our link.

Now the door was pulled in and a man with hair as bright as gold and eyes as blue as sky showed up with phone still being held on his ear. Taya stood right before Lucas who was shocked to death upon seeing her. "You said...?" Lucas sentence was stuck behind his throat as his hand lowered the phone. On the other hand, Taya showed an innocent, dimpled smile as if she heard nothing. As if the thunder in her hearth didn't exist. She tilted her head to one side, "Surprised! I am here, baby!" "Taya! Baby, are you pranking me?" Lucas was trying to survive the shock.

Her fingers clutched onto the hem of her dress, her heart pounding in her ears. Taylan began to address the crowd, introducing himself. Taylan Grason is a twenty-seven-year-old acting CEO of the company. It was pretty hard to tell it was the same man she had met at the club. The same man—she had told many things about herself, including her condition. She had strongly hoped they wouldn’t part, and now, seeing him before her, her world spun. He glanced at her a few times between his speech, so she tried her best to focus her gaze more on her file. What if Taylan was upset about that night? What if he brings it up?

The good-natured laughter died on their lips when they saw me. “Good morning gentlemen, I'm Tayor Lawson and I'm hopefully going to be helping you today.” I held out my hand for them to shake. No one moved, three pairs of dark eyes looked at it like it was a foreign object. They looked at it so long that I had started to drop it back to my side embarrassed before the eldest of the group moved. His smooth fingers curled around it but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips. Brushing his full lips over my knuckles.

Rory said while smacking her own head. Tinsley snapped out of her absentmindedness. "It's hilarious that she never changed all these years. Look at that fake gentle act. I wonder how much shock she'd accumulate when she discovered who White Tigress is." Tinsley suddenly said, which made Rory turn to her in shock. "You… Will you be revealing your face?" Rory asked in shock and disbelief. "Yes, it's time. I've been anonymous for years, and it's time to reveal White Tigress's identity."

I calmly agreed, then looked at Maya, who had already changed into her prettiest outfit. After we picked Randy up, I drove to the restaurant in silence, my expression grim the whole way. From the back seat, Randy gave my shoulder a hard squeeze. "What's with the long face, Eric? I'm the one treating you to dinner, yet you still look like you'd rather be anywhere else. What, just because you're an army officer now, you think you're too good for your old friend?" I was about to answer him when I saw an SUV coming at us from the opposite lane. Out of instinct, I swerved to shield Maya.