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to not have to be mean all the time? "Let's take pictures in front of the shark exhibit." He said as he took out his phone. After taking selfie pictures, Tyler asked a guy to take a picture of us. That guy asked, "Are you two friends or dating?" Without a delay, Tyler answered, "We're married." "Then pose like one. Why are you standing like you're enlisting for the military? Stand closer." Tyler moved closer to me and whispered, "It's for a picture." And put his hand over my shoulder.

The email from AetherCore was still open. “I’m guessing your life’s officially become a movie now,” he muttered lightly before his eyes suddenly lit up again. “Wait. If they’re watching you, doesn’t that mean you actually have to put on a convincing show?” Way to dodge the topic, Tyl. “We already gave them a show,” I replied. “Didn’t we?” “You think one kiss is enough to convince the internet you’re a real couple?” “It’s working.” “For now.” Tyler rolled his eyes dramatically. “But people get bored. They need fresh content. Public appearances. Interactions. Couple behaviour.”

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

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."

I agree enough stuff happened today for him to bawl his eyes out in the shower. "I just switched on my phone and 335 messages in the last five minutes!" He tells with a shocked expression. "Oh! What's going on?" I ask. "I don't know. People are talking about our principal in my basketball group," he says and slumps down on the edge of my bed whilst peering at his phone screen. "I think Asher posted something on FF. Something related to Mr. Morris. Everyone's talking about it." "Oh! What?" I ask pretending clueless, trying to peek at his phone screen. Ty is silent for the next few seconds. Then I see his eyes widening. "Damn!", he mutters after seconds and is clicking the back button vigorous

His fitted pink pants clung to his butt, accentuating his lean figure, while ornate chains swayed hypnotically with every movement he made. Shirtless, Tyler's toned abs glistened with shimmering stickers, adding an edgy touch to his overall look. "He is beautiful." Noah commented, he took my hand, dragging my me along as we pushed our way to the front. Hoping T-Jay would notice us, or maybe me, tonight. Noah's words not mine. Really, I wouldn't have mind it at all if Tyler Hanson noticed me among the crowd here at the bar tonight because I badly wanted to meet him, to thank him for holding up even after everything he had passed through.

Tinsley muttered with a dark smirk which made Rory high-five her. Rory immediately began to leave the room, "I don't want to see your reply, all I want to see is a massive face-slap. If it falls below that, I'm coming back to kill White Tigress." Rory muttered and began to leave, which made Tinsley chuckle. "I wouldn't disappoint you," Tinsley said behind her. She first scrolled through social media, and she saw that the trending hashtag was Lilee and her. #White Tigress And Actress Lillee's Close Relationship.

The proud guy was back in his place, the confident guy with a five-year plan in place to rocket his fast climb to the top of his field was back to square one. One picture in her mind of him being a winner, who had thrown her aside in favor of something better, in person of Brooke, was broken and swapped by a picture of a failure as complete in his loss as she had been in hers, but different. She continued to scroll, a sick feeling rising in her throat. Someone had also posted a photo in the comments. It was taken at a design party in their senior year of college. Tyler stood in a crowd of people, a champagne flute in his hand, a happy, easy smile on his face. He'd worn that suit he'd bought

Tyra was sprawled on her bed when we came in with Phoebe’s stuff, chewing her pink bubblegum like she was in some music video. “So… you two are official now?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. “Yep,” I said, trying to sound chill even though my insides weren’t. “Guess so.” “No judgment,” Tyra replied, snapping her gum with a tiny smirk. “Honestly? This whole mess might actually work in my favor. Phoenix is back, and maybe I’ll finally get my shot.” I just dragged a hand down my face. Wolf instincts, man. You can’t fake them. And yeah, I wasn’t immune either.

dont ruin the fun for us tf @taylorscissorsiykwim eh, leave the party poopers behind. buuuuut OMG cameron is getting it!!! im happy for him if he is!!! @camramintome OMGGG GUYS LISTEN I STALKED HER INSTA & FB & TWITTER AND STUFF AND SHE JUST MADE THEM PRIVATE OMG @camnic5ever what is up with this shit again smh