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Krystal said. “ What? “ “ You let me keep the baby with Tyron” Tristan seemed to hesitate for a moment before he finally nodded. The two sealed their deal with a hug and I couldn't help but smile. As if now noticing my presence, Tristan smirked at me, a cold expression in his look that sent chills down my spine. ★★★

he whispers out his breath fanning my face I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm lost in his eyes, I take in his face and his lips are calling to me, I bite mine involuntarily. "You're driving me crazy Red" he breathes out looking into my eyes "and I know you're scared, what you're scared of is what I can't fathom but guess what? I'm scared too Red" he says making me look at him in shock,the all mighty Tristan, aka New York's most eligible bachelor and Playboy is scared

“His name is Tyler. And unfortunately, during dinner, we met Tristan. He looked mad like he wanted to kill him. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve hurt him. I didn’t know he would still beat him today.” Nyra gasped like an angry mother hen. “Alpha Tristan did that because of you?” She leaned forward, shocked. “I can’t believe it. Why? What else does he want from you?” “I don’t know,” I said, my voice low. “I just… I want to work things out with Tyler. I want to fall in love again. Nyra, he made me calm. Somehow.” Nyra sighed and shook her head. “I want you to be happy, but Lena… find someone else.”

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He can have his wealth all to himself. I was done packing up and went downstairs. I wish he cooled down so maybe we can talk this through. He's not in his right state of mind and he must be hurting so that he's not thinking straight. Yeah it must be that. I can fix it. Oh goodness let me fix it, please don't be so cruel to me. I walked into the living room but the scene in front of me broke my heart completely. Tristan had a girl strangling on his lap as he groped her while they kissed.

Casey watched from her spot in the living room, shifting her plastered foot a little on the couch so she could get a better look at the door as Trinity went to open it. On the other side stood none other than Dmitri's best friend, Tyler. "T-Tyler," Trinity whispered. "Hello, Trinity," Tyler smiled down at her before walking in as if he owned the place. "Hey, Casey," He nodded at her just as Trinity closed the front door and turned around, shock evident on her face. "I believe we need to talk," Tyler said, smiling at Trinity. Trinity pulled her shoulders back, having seemingly gotten over her shock. "I have nothing to say to you. You may see yourself out," Trinity answered before making her w

Tyler still needed his model and I wasn't leaving here until he got one. "Ms. Stanford?" I heard Tristan calling for me from the lobby as I stood up and went toward the hallway again. He came toward me with a grim smile on his face. "So," he sighed, "he has agreed to do the campaign for Blakely management, but he refuses to work with you." Tristan lowered his gaze to me, waiting for my reaction. It was a typical Asher reaction so I wasn't surprised, but I refused to leave here without his consent to work with me. I was the agent for the campaign and he had to work with me to do it. If he didn't, Tyler would kill me.

Tyler said Valerie could swear that she saw her eyes lighten up in glee, she was proud and happy at the same time that her best friend was ready to put that fool in jail where he belonged. "Help me, Valerie, my parents would never want to get their lawyer involved in a celebrity banter, especially when he is like the country's sweetheart," Tyler said. "My parents might not like celebrity banters but I'm sure they won't want to sit idle while we fight against the world," Valerie said. "Because it's us against the world..." Tyler sang beautifully. "Oh, please shut up, this is not a musical," Valerie said cutting her off. "That's not what I meant though, I mean tell your husband, STE is like th

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

Riley gently scolds starring at the four of us. Amy's eyes flicker between Ty and Tris; "Right, sorry; you're boys are handsome, Liam and they look so much like you." "I'm 4 years old and Trissy's 1 year old," Tyler announces proudly from in between Axel and me; while holding Axel's hand. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Amy asks him; squatting down in front of Tyler. Tyler looks up at me in question and I not for him to answer; "I'm Tyler Lukas Carmichael; and my bofer is Tristan Patrick-Riley Carmichael. Our daddy Luke died but we hafe a new daddy."