Tyler Galpin Wednesday Novels & Stories

I corrected him. Tyler kept that smile intact, tilting his head. “Yet…But the day has been decided. Wedding is in a week’s time.” He shrugged, almost apologetic. “Tragic, isn’t it?” Victor stepped in, voice low and sharp. “Shut up and stop acting like a childish prick, Harrington.” Tyler laughed again, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, come on, Langford. Jealous much? Or are you still playing the protective brother-in-law role?”

*Lily's POV* I've been staring at Cade's text for the past ten minutes, my heart doing complicated things in my chest that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the terrifying realization that this stopped being just physical lessons weeks ago. Cade: Tyler's going out of town this weekend. Told him I'd check on the house. Come to my place Friday night instead. Stay the whole weekend. I want to take my time with you. Really take my time. No rushing. No hiding. Just us.

I would be the girl who chose the right guy. "Actually," I said, forcing a smile as I looked up at Tyler, "I was wondering if that offer for the University Gala this Friday was still open?" Tyler’s entire face transformed. "Are you serious? I mean, yes! Absolutely. I was actually afraid to ask again after the weekend." "I'd love to go," I said. I reached out and took his hand, lacing my fingers with his. I felt Tyler’s hand squeeze mine, his thumb grazing my knuckles. It was a sweet, respectful gesture. My head told me this was right. This was safety. This was the path to healing.

"Tyler isn't just my 'date' for the gala, Sarah. He’s the final nail in their coffin. Two days. In two days, the real power arrives. And Charlie? He won't even see the blade until it’s already through his heart." I looked at the invitation to the Gala sitting on my desk. The title wasn't just a statement. It was a promise. "Dem it," I whispered, a dark, satisfied chill running down my spine. "I almost feel bad for him. Almost."

Tyler had been single for over two years, and she had made sure his assistant and ma Gloria, his maid, had reported every aspect of his private life to her. Could they have played her, and he'd been in a relationship the whole time? No. That wasn't possible. "He's taking her with him to the wedding," Annabelle added, wanting to remain relevant in the discussion. "Of course he is," Mrs Dalton said, standing up. "Thanks for the information Anna , see you next time," She said as she took her bag to leave. *** Ma Gloria opened the door to let in a laughing Tyler and Mira. "Your mother is waiting for you," Ma Gloria said, wiping the smile off their faces.

After watching 5 episodes of Ginny and Georgia, I got tired and decided to play Tyler's games which he protested to saying the show was getting to the good part. After 12 rounds with a ratio win of 10:2 with Tyler winning with a landslide, he offered to buy me McDonald's as a losing prize. When we got back, Tyler said he actually had to get his work done and was going to do that in Dad's study. I took my bag and went to to my room, probably going to finish Ginny and Georgia in there. I changes and got comfortable in my sweat pants and one of Tyler's big t-shirt, I was coming out of the bathroom tying my hair into a pony tail when I noticed the shadow close to my curtains.

Marcus sat across from her with his own tablet, answering emails, but every few minutes he looked up and smiled at her like he could not quite believe she was really here. A few miles away Tyler paced his small living room, phone pressed to his ear. His head still throbbed from last night. “She slapped me, man. Actually slapped me and walked off with some rich prick from the Meridian. I’m on the guest list for that gala next month. I’m going to show up and make her regret it. She’ll come crawling back. She always does.”

With me being in the wheelchair, I needed help with the twins during the night, and it was the choice between either Tyler or Sean, seeing as Gale was occupied with preparations. From what Tyler texted me, he said something like: "Not that I would mind spending the last night before she is married to you with her. I'm sure I could teach her what real fun is. But I think you would rather have her near a gay guy before she realizes what she's missing out on."

There was no need to talk about it at that moment; I didn't feel like telling them that it was starting for me. “Galvin gives you looks every couple of minutes. Like you're about to explode or something,” he explained. Tyson was the quiet, observant type. Perhaps he acquired the ability to check cars and spend time concentrating on finding faults. “Ty, he needs to relax. He doesn't approve of me and Bradley and maybe he's looking forward to hanging out with us later.

The heavy wood door creaked open, and Christian peeked his head back into the office, completely oblivious to the fact that we looked ready to murder each other. He flashed a hopeful, bright grin. “So! Time’s up, lovebirds. Are we ready to sign the papers and get this campaign rolling?” Tyler didn't even blink. His icy, unyielding gaze remained locked dead onto my face, burning with an absolute, terrifying finality.“No,” Tyler barked coldly, his voice echoing off the walls. “We are not up for it.” ******* I paced the hotel room the next morning like a caged animal on Red Bull. “Tyler! Tyler Sinclair, you arrogant, ice-cold jerk!”