Bella's breath caught in her throat. She set her wine glass down, her hand trembling slightly. “I've missed you too." She wasn't so sure if she should've responded like that “should I pretend I don't feel it too and make him work?” She wondered but then remembered there's a lot of girls out there th

"What?" Dismissing the disconcerting encounter, Tyler completed his purchases and left the boutique in a hurry as his men in black escorted him, making way for him through a crowd of journalists who came to ask questions and a sea of fans who wanted to take photos with Tyler Welensky, the heir to th

Tyler was still standing in front of her without a shirt and it made her confused, she loved what she saw but didn't know how to behave in front of him, she could feel the nerves on her body reacting to the sight of what bare fresh skin in front of her, and just when it was getting too much for her,

Finally, the moment they'd all be waiting for, Welensky returned, carrying with him the Quilion. The lights pulsed rhythmically, casting a faint glow around the room. “What the fuck is that?” Jerome really needed an answer to understand what was going on at that point. His eyes widened as he took

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tyler asked, his voice muffled by his hands. His father turned to look at him sitting down like that. "I didn't want to burden you," He said softly. "You've had so much on your plate already. But now... I can't keep it from you any longer.” “What the fuck!” Tyler tried