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I flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine I bet Tiffany bought for reference. "Then why didn't you join Neneuis and others having fun and getting wasted." Tyler sat in front of me with his leg crossed and his elbows on the arm rest while his other arm was holding a teacup and the other was holding a black crocheted coaster I bet Tiffany made. She has so many marks in this house, it should be called Tyler and Blake's mansion from the start and not just the legendary wolf's. I was about to turn to another page but my finger stopped flipping when I saw a familiar face posing on the camera in a blue business suit and a golden watch was staring directly at my soul.

Many nights, back in the dorms, or at one of their apartments, they had gotten drunk and confessed all kinds of sordid details. There was the sound of a car door slamming out front and through the window they saw Tyler was here. They all started clapping and shrieking with delight and ran out to greet her. Tyler was an amazingly beautiful woman—so pretty she was often asked if she was a model. She was tall and thin with a large chest that had seemed to defy gravity over three years and caused envy in most of her acquaintances. Tyler apparently had brought a friend, Josey, as she was introduced. “Her husband works with my fiancé.” Josey was petite but very pretty, with long blond hair and a p

My brain still felt a bit slow and warm around the edges from the alcohol but I was sobering up quite a bit. my phone pinged as I was changing into pjs. Tyler: I can't stop thinking about u, u looked hot in that little skirt. ;) Me: Thanks, tonight was fun. Tyler: I think all of my friends liked u. Me: they seemed cool... Tyler: What r u wearing? Me: uhhh.... pjs? Tyler: tell me what they look like... ;) me: blue sleep shirt. Tyler: what else? I bet u look beautiful...

“Maybe that’s your cue to act like nothing happened. Play it cool.” “Easy for you to say,” Tyler muttered, pulling out his phone. “What’s that?” Dave asked, noticing Tyler scrolling through his photos. Tyler handed over his phone. “That’s her.” “Dude, you have a picture of her? That’s not like you.” “I know,” Tyler admitted. “But look at her. She looks like a damn goddess.” Dave stared at the screen, his eyebrows shooting up. “Oh, shit. Is that your bed? Dude, she’s totally naked under those blankets.”

One of them called out, “How about a photo, Mister Aliz, with your friend for the pages?” I scoffed. “Friend, huh? Sure.” Tyler turned to me, one eyebrow quirked up. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about us?” I smirked. “Then maybe we should be safe and pose like siblings.” In a swift motion, Tyler wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me firmly against his chest. He tilted my chin up with his fingers, his face dangerously close to mine. Definitely not a sibling pose. The cameras went wild.

The host said that the main star of the show would be giving a special performance, and as Tammy told her earlier today, it was Tyler who would be giving the special performance. Jessica gaped in surprise before quietly admitting that the man's appearance was indeed different tonight. Tyler wore all black. His long legs were hugged tightly by tight leather pants, while his body was covered in a black see-through mesh cropped top. However, it might not be accurate to say that his toned body was completely covered because the crop top only covered his chest and didn't even cover his stomach. Even the mesh fabric wouldn't be enough to hide every inch of his skin.

Tyrel (Third-person) Ty can tell he's not making any sense to the other Alphas. When Axel opens his mouth to speak, he knows the guy is about to pıśs him off some more, "You know, there's rumors that 'playboy Zee' is a little too attentive to his temp assistant. That's your girl, right? Kelsie or what's her name?" "Kerris!" "Yeah, the hero Beta's daughter," Brad chimes in.

“I’ve seen the TikToks.” Aria almost choked. “TikToks?” Tyler groaned. “Please stop talking,” he begged. “For the love of God.” Jamal cackled and went back to ringing someone through. Eventually, the initial excitement died down into normal kiosk buzz. Tyler slid a drink, her usual with a love foam, across to her. “On the house, celebrity.” “Celebrity?” she replied, taking a sip. “You’re the one with a fan club. I’m just in public relations.”

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

peace said smiling nervously "And why shouldn't we? " Tyler said with lust... He's far gone with the present.. All he wants is to see peace screaming his name... "Tyler!!!!" peace scream shaking him in order to bring him back from his naughty thoughts "oh! Am sorry, am very sorry peace " Tyler apologized "it's fine, why did you rush in earlier " peace asked tying her towel "I just want to tell you I won the million dollar contract ..." Tyler said hugging peace.. "oh saviours, this calls for celebration " peace said pecking Tyler on the cheek