Tryst Tyler Novelas e Histórias

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

"Thanks... I probably need it more than you know." God, if only he knew. Tristan chuckles, and there’s something easy, natural about it that I wasn’t expecting. "Well, if your meeting goes anything like mine, you’ll need more than just one cup." His smile lingers as he extends his hand. "I’m Tristan, by the way." Like I didn’t already know. I nod, shaking his hand, my palms slick with nerves. "Hail... Kayla....kaylaa.....smith".

Upon seeing Tyler Lancaster falling out with Tyr Summers, Calvin Yaleman and the others, who had felt like it was the end of the world earlier, were now oozing with delight. “Master Tyler, kill them off! We can top up the pay,” Calvin and Zayn Lee shouted with great excitement. Tyler shot Tyr a mocking glare, saying in a chilling voice, “I’ll give you one last chance, get out of my sight now.” “Then, I’ll give you another chance too,” said Tyr with a smile. “Break your own legs. Make them exactly the way they were before I helped you. That way, I can make it so that your ending won’t be as tragic.”

The anger in her voice had my heart dancing a little; she was reaching to hit me when Tristan held her by her waist, pulling her back, Turning her to face him, he whispered, "Give me ten minutes, Kath." She looked at me, her teeth working in anger and her eyes promising a lot, then she nodded, letting her fingers trail past his chin before she walked back in. Tristan closed the door and turned to face me. "You were saying?" All business modes, I began, my voice not trailing, "Tyra came right now and told me my vision was shown to her; she feels it's not yet over."

Storm After we had finished unpacking, we both freshened up then we laid down for a while, just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. Needing to distract myself I got up on my knees and edged closer to him. He was watching me curiously, and I almost lost my nerve with what I was about to do… almost! Reaching out, I unzipped the zipper of his pants, before reaching in and freeing his shaft. It didn’t surprise me that he was already in full blown arousal.

I pulled the sheets up, already planning to crash on the couch. But then— His eyes opened. Glassy. Drunk. His lips curved into the sweetest, sloppiest smile. “Ohhh,” he slurred, dragging a hand over my jaw. “It’s my man.” I froze. My man? Before I could process, his hands fisted in my shirt and he tugged me down until I was sprawled on the mattress. Tyler Reyes. Straddling me. Grinding like sin. “Ty—” “Shhh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Been waiting f’this.”

I close my eyes and tilt my head back to lean against the wood paneled walls. Rowan’s mated to Liam Hughes. She doesn’t care for the hand she was dealt, so they’re one of those “strictly for heat” couples. Even if I was interested, I wouldn’t go there. I’ve seen “strictly for heat” turn into “my one and only” too often, and I never want to make an enemy of Liam. He’s too good with the engines. Tye lets the door slam as he comes in and makes the maximum possible noise settling next to me. Hope he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s got no concept of personal space.

I said, “she’s not allowed to date anyway. It’s one of the rules her mom has. No dating until she’s eighteen. If she breaks it, she can’t model.” The guy smiled. “No, uh. I was asking because I talked with her at a party you two were at together. She told me you were single. You’re uh, you’re Daniela, right?” I blushed. “Um, yeah. I’m Daniela Berni. Um, you’re Hudson Bolt, right?” He nodded. “Yeah. You uh, want to go out? Friday, maybe?” “Sure. That’d be good.” “Okay. Can I get your number?”

Laura asked, confused. “Steva… Steven’s Steva… He… He was deeply in love with that woman but she used him… used him to mend her broken heart and later went back to her lover. It took him a bullet to let her go.” Tyler revealed and his face started getting tense with each word coming out from his mouth related to Steven’s past. “Tell me, how much? I’ll give it to you.” Tyler asked looking impatient as he took out the pen to write the numbers.

"Now that you are single and back in the market, why don't you shoot your shot with Mr. Tristan Macaulay? You never know. It might actually work. And he’s a really big catch. He’s the CEO of one of the biggest media companies in the world… and a billionaire." My eye twitches. "That’s not happening. He’s my boss." Tyler shrugs, completely unbothered. "So? I don’t see anything wrong with that." "It is wrong." I shake my head. "Very wrong." He holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay, if you say so." He goes back to his food like he didn’t just suggest I make a move on the man who makes my life a living hell. We both continue eating without saying a word.