Unconditional Q. B. Tyler Novels & Stories

“Well, did Argent tell you anything about our family? What was in that envelope you gave me to give to my mate?” His head perked up at the word ‘ours’ and he stuttered a little, “Uh, no. He said I had to do my job before I got any information. And I’m not exactly sure what was in it. Argent just said that I had to give it to you.” I sighed and sat back down on top of a big paint bucket, trying not to fall, “Well, my name is Tyler. My parents are Jamie and Anna. I have two older siblings, Tallon and Benjamin. He goes by Benny. Tallon has three little girls and they are the coolest kids you’ll ever meet,” I smiled at him as his eyes looked at me in wonder, “Daddy is a crazy redneck who likes

I flutter my lashes at my sweet baby brother, “that was nice Tyler, thanks, but from now on, please stay off my phone.” He shrugs, “k, but hims my friend, hims says hims will protect me like yous do.” I look at Tyler, “what does that mean Tyler?” He shrugs, “hims likes me and will protect me like yous do.” I blink at Tyler, “No Tyler, you are not allowed to go anywhere with anyone but us, your family, you know the rules Tyler, you are not allowed to go anywhere without Momma, Daddy, Me, Nonna got it.”

I had totally bought it when he said he was tired and couldn’t come. “HOW ARE YOU DOIN GIRLS AND BOYS ?” Ty shouted. The crowd gave a synchronous cheer back and clapped wildly. “ARE YOU HAVING FUN ?” he asked even louder and got an equally notched up response this time. “YOU ALL SEE, I THOUGHT THE BIKE ENTRIES WERE SIMPLY TOO ROYALLY GRAND AND MAGNIFICENT. PERSONALLY, I WOULD HAVE WORSHIPPED THE GROUND EVEN IF THESE BIRTHDAY SIBLINGS WOULD HAVE SIMPLY WALKED ON. BUT I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE,” Tyson said in a sexily husky voice.

Raw, unfiltered, unedited evidence. “Oh, just wait and see.” I opened my phone and went to the last video I recorded. It was Tyler at the auction ceremony. I showed it to him and he became dumbfounded. Tyler Brooke is a billionaire.

muttered Tyr, unceremoniously drinking the cup of tea Carson offered. The truth was, Tyr had not agreed to any of the conditions Carson previously penned, such as riches, dividing up Prime City’s territories, or marrying off his daughter to Tyr. He wasn’t short of funds, nor did he need Connie Yorke to marry him. And, as for Prime City’s land, Tyr didn’t need that either. The reason he agreed to help was solely for Heather Quelch’s sake, because he was very fond of that demure and kind woman. That fondness might have something to do with Tyr’s mother’s early death.

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.

And the pause that followed let me know that the way I had said Tyler’s name had set bells ringing in her head. So when she said, "Tyler," I already knew it was coming. "He's in three of my units, and he’s a really good study partner. We're keeping each other on our toes and making sure our grades don’t drop below 3.8s you know." "He sounds like a good boy who has a good head on his shoulder, which is exactly what you need. What is his family like?" There it was. "He's a beta, Mom. You don’t have to start thinking of my wedding day. He's just a person in my year that I study with."

--- Tyler, as soon as he sees me, puts his tablet aside and comes running into my arms. Therein lies the main reason I can never forget Ethan. Tyler, which means the one who protects, is the face of his father. He has pulled everything from his eldest, from the blond hair, totally straight, to even the way he walks. No one can say that they are not father and son, the resemblance between them is absurd. Tyler has little things that are similar to me.

But Brenda was already heading for the door, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She paused at the doorway, turning to look at me. “I’m so happy for you,” she said, her voice breaking. “I just need a moment.” And then she was gone, the door closing behind her. The room was silent, everyone unsure of what to do, but Tyler continued his speech even when his mom signaled him to stop; he didn’t pay attention to her. Tyler invited me up again and asked me to stand close to him. He looked straight into my eyes and started to talk to me directly.