RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE

The Proposal

Tyrone stood before the mirror, altering his tie for what felt just like the hundredth time. His heart beat so uproariously that he scarcely seems to listen to the sound of his breathing. He’d practised this minute a thousand times in his mind, but now that it was at long last here, all the words he'd arranged appeared to slip absent like sand through his fingers.

This evening time was gathered to be distinctive. No lawyers, no printed material, no arrangements. just him and Judy, the lady he had fallen for long before any contract had complicated things. The total charade had started as a trade course of action, a way for both of them to urge what they needed without the muddled strings of genuine feelings connected.

But presently, the thing Tyrone needed was Judy, not as a trade accomplice but as his spouse, in every genuine and chaotic way. He fixed his shoulders and took a profound breath, attempting to shake off the nerves that had settled in his intestine. This was it. He snat