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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 51
"What's the matter, Ciccio?" inquired Lady Guila, her voice laced with concern, as she gently tapped Tyler on the shoulder. Tyler's expression betrayed his inner turmoil; beads of sweat collected on his forehead, a testament to his intense unease. His gaze was fixed upon the entrance, his apprehension palpable, yet the space remained vacant, devoid of any presence. In that fleeting moment, he had been convinced that he spotted Andrea there, just as he had been on the verge of revealing the ominous threat Andrea had issued against the life of his beloved lotus."Uh, yeah, I'm alright," Tyler responded, his breath slightly labored as he spoke. He attempted to downplay his distress, rolling his eyes and employing the back of his hand to gently blot away the sweat that had pooled on his face."But you don't appear well," Lady Guila remarked with a gentle, reassuring tone. Her perceptive eyes carefully studied Tyler's countenance, as though seeking to extract some hidden truth. Her gaze wa
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 52
Tyler’s anxiety grew with each unsuccessful attempt to call his mother’s number. After their heartfelt kiss, he was eager to hear her voice, but the call simply wouldn’t connect. Frustration welled up within him, yet despite the setbacks, he couldn’t resist the urge to dial her number again, desperately hoping for a different outcome.“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tyler’s exclamation reverberated through the room, punctuated by his anger-fueled action of flinging his phone onto the bed. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath his surface.Standing before the bed, he seemed almost overwhelmed, his emotions tangling like a web. He ran his fingers through his hair, agitated, and then began pacing the room, his steps a mix of restlessness and anxiety. His hands trembled slightly, a visible manifestation of the turmoil inside him. His once vibrant eyes now burned with an intense shade of red, reflecting the mixture of worry and anger that churned within.Each stride across the
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 53
Tyler’s anxiety grew with each unsuccessful attempt to call his mother’s number. After their heartfelt kiss, he was eager to hear her voice, but the call simply wouldn’t connect. Frustration welled up within him, yet despite the setbacks, he couldn’t resist the urge to dial her number again, desperately hoping for a different outcome.“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tyler’s exclamation reverberated through the room, punctuated by his anger-fueled action of flinging his phone onto the bed. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath his surface.Standing before the bed, he seemed almost overwhelmed, his emotions tangling like a web. He ran his fingers through his hair, agitated, and then began pacing the room, his steps a mix of restlessness and anxiety. His hands trembled slightly, a visible manifestation of the turmoil inside him. His once vibrant eyes now burned with an intense shade of red, reflecting the mixture of worry and anger that churned within.Each stride across the
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 54
"Give me a shot," Tyler exclaimed, nudging his cup toward the bartender, a figure draped in a crisp white shirt with a cascade of blonde locks framing their face.Tyler, though already slightly tipsy, was resolute in his determination to embrace an even deeper level of inebriation. Clutched within his right hand, there rested a vibrant green ball, a cherished item passed down from his father. This very ball had always been his refuge, a tool he employed to clear his mind during moments of necessity. Now, on this eventful evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Tyler's head pulsed as if on the brink of combustion. The elusive connection with his mother still eluded him, time was slipping through his fingers to reconcile things with Andrea, and his thoughts remained shrouded in a disorienting fog."Here you go," the bartender's voice cut through the haze, the cup brimming with tequila gliding elegantly across the counter, destined for Tyler's awaiting grasp. The amber liquid gli
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 55
Tyler's astonishment was palpable, a mix of shock and disbelief etched across his face. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his thoughts, his eyes widened in response to the unexpected turn of events. The man who had forcibly pulled Juliana, referred to as Hukianxe, had a towering presence. While not overly muscular, his frame exuded an intimidating aura, enhanced by a thick, well-groomed beard that concealed much of his facial expression.In a scene that unfolded like a dramatic twist in a movie, the man's rage surged forth, a torrent of anger directed at Juliana. His words echoed with a raw intensity that reverberated through the bar, drawing the attention of everyone present. "So this is the son of a bitch you left me for, Juli!? This damn asshole!" His growl resonated with a mixture of fury and betrayal, as he seized a handful of Juliana's hair, subjecting her to another jarring yank.The atmosphere in the bar was electric, a volatile combination of shock and voyeuristic fascinat
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 56
Tyler's presence in Juliana's home grew more commanding, his tongue delving deeper into the intimate dance they shared. Their bodies pressed fervently against each other, their yearning palpable as they leaned against the wall, the sensation electric. The rhythm of their breaths quickened, becoming a symphony of desire.Tyler's hands explored the contours of Juliana's body with an urgency matched only by her own. Fingers traced pathways along her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Juliana reciprocated, her touch assertive and unyielding, as if she sought to etch her presence onto his very being.A guttural exclamation escaped Juliana's lips, her voice a mingling of pleasure and longing that seemed to flow freely from her core. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through her veins akin to a euphoric torrent. Tyler, fueled by the effects of alcohol, was equally consumed by a primal hunger, his desire magnified to a feverish pitch.In an intricate
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 57
“Thank you,” Tyler murmured, his gaze locked onto the note Juliana had left behind, a solitary relic of her abrupt departure.The following day, he had carried the weight of his thoughts into his office, the note still cradled in his palm. It perplexed him—a puzzle piece from an enigma he couldn’t decipher. The note had become an uninvited tenant in his mind, clouding his thoughts and resisting his attempts to dismiss it. Its grip on his consciousness was unwavering, a persistent presence that defied explanation. The exhilaration of their recent encounter surged within him, a vivid memory that refused to fade.Pushing up from the swivel chair, Tyler rose to his feet, his movements imbued with a sense of restless anticipation. His hand sought the comforting touch of the mahogany brown table at the room’s center. Exhaling a sigh laden with mixed emotions, he folded the note with deliberate care, his fingers tracing the edges as if savoring every curve and crease. Another lingering gaze,
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 58
Tyler’s heart raced as he made his way to meet Lady Guila, his pulse quickening with every beat as he navigated the bustling streets of Milan. Despite the slight tremor in his hands that gripped the steering wheel, he pressed on with determination, his focus unwavering as he weaved through the traffic.As he continued to drive, his mind began to drift, his thoughts wandering like wisps of smoke. Yet, his reverie was suddenly broken as a familiar face appeared before him, causing his grip on the steering wheel to tighten abruptly. He brought the car to an abrupt stop by the roadside, his eyebrows furrowing in recognition. There she was, Juliana, the woman he had met at the club. Tyler leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as if trying to confirm the reality of what he was seeing.With a swift motion, he opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. His steps were measured, purposeful, as he closed the distance between himself and Juliana. Clad in a pair of blue jeans and a brown
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