Romans & histoires Twitter Tyler Posey

People were asking about me and Hames but he didn't want to let the media know yet for some reasons. I decided to take more photos without the feather boa but I was interrupted by a call from Tyler. I answered the call and placed the phone on my ear. "Hey, Tyler." "Hi, babe." Babe? He ought not to refer to a married woman like that. "I hope you aren't so busy." "I'm kind of busy." "Oh, that's sad. I'm at a club right now and I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining me. Instead of our next date, we can make it tonight, right now. Should I pick you up or—"

His laugh echoed as he slapped my back hard. I laughed, gasping for air, and shoved him playfully. "Put me down, you caveman. I missed you too." Mom hugged me next, her apron dusted with flour, kitchen smells wafting roasted beef, pies baking sweet. Dad grunted a hello from his recliner, with beer in hand. Just the normal family chaos. Then the doorbell rang. Ryan moved to answer it. "Ty my man!” My heart skipped. Footsteps echoed heavily down the room. Tyler walked in, bag slung over his shoulder, wearing a fitted black tee that hugged his chest, abs and biceps, jeans hung low on his hips showing a teasing V-line.

I try explaining before he throws a full-on tantrum. "My career depends on that meeting M" I flinch at the use of the nickname. I wasn't fond of other people using nicknames, but before I could comment on it, Tyler stood up and dramatically draped himself on my lap. "Pretty please?" he tries to flutter his eyes at me in what he seems to think is sexy, but it's just comical. I sigh deeply. Tyler is a stylist and a damn good one; he has been trying to land the socialite for months now, and his antics to get to her were beginning to look desperate. I sigh again, this time with resignation.

I've been having a sweet tooth lately, and my favorite is chocolate everything. I can feel Ty looking at me, making me blush. I turn and see him starring, I can't help but cup his face and kiss his lips, getting a choir of awes from the ladies. "May I say, Beta Tyler, that you and your mate are so adorable, sir." one of the older ladies says making me blush. He smiles, nodding his head in gratitude. "Thank you, but just call me Ty," he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush.

My heart did a little flip when I saw it was from none other than Playboy himself. Against my better judgment, I smiled down at the message. Tyler had sent a goofy selfie posing next to a theater showing Casablanca. "Getting a head start on our movie marathon education!" he wrote. Despite myself, I laughed out loud. I quickly typed back a wry response, fighting a giddy grin the whole time. Maybe Heather was right and I was falling for this charming playboy's antics. But just maybe...that wasn't such a bad thing after all. ...

] Tyler quickly glanced at the teacher and then typed on his computer to manipulate the data. Tyler replied after disconnecting from the teacher's monitoring system. Tyler: [I just logged into the software, and your message came in. Where have you been lately?] Axel typed with effort. Axel: [Let's not discuss that now. Someone assaulted Mommy, and it's being suppressed on the trending page.] Tyler's eyes widened in shock. Tyler: [Who?] Axel sent the link to Tyler. Axel: [I don't have my laptop right now. Please manipulate the post to make it trend.]

Coach Williams is reaching for his phone to call security for the footage when there's a sharp knock on the door. A moment later, Tyler bursts in without waiting for permission, his face pale. He looks at me for a split second before looking away. "Coach, we have a problem." "We're in the middle of something, Morrison…" "This can't wait." Tyler holds up his phone, and even from across the room, I can see it's open to a social media app. "The incident is already online. It's trending.” He then looks at me with something like sympathy. "It's bad."

The man responsible for everything. Tyler: Hey, can we talk?!

Aiden's POV: Tyler was everywhere. And when I say everywhere, it is literally everywhere. Internet, Tv, news, posters, all you need to do is name that place and he's thier. It has been 24 hours since the case of Tyler has hit in public. And I'm not even sure if we should describe his position as hitting the Rick bottom because I believe that he's way underground now.

Even in his simple morning sweatpants, with his hair messy and dark eyes serious, he looked infuriatingly, devastatingly handsome. Stop it, Flora, I scolded myself internally, forcefully tearing my gaze away and staring down at my water bottle. Snap out of it. “Well, you two looked completely insane,” Joffrey laughed, leaning against the pantry door as he peeled his banana. “Your tiktok fans are still losing their minds over that performance. Seriously, Ty, I didn't know you had that kind of romantic showmanship in you.” “It was work, Joff,” Tyler said, his voice dropping into his signature captain tone as he dismissed the teasing with a harsh wave of his hand. He turned his cold stare towar