TYSHA
Whenever I drink, I feel super confident and brave, especially when it's vodka. That’s why I don’t drink any vodka because that is my kryptonite. But of course, I didn’t have any choice tonight.
I don't know why, but I didn't want Rue to leave yet. Having him around made me feel better. My eyes were getting sleepy, but my thoughts were still buzzing.
“You know what? I think you deserve to inherit everything than Bryse,” I muttered out of the blue.
“Uh-huh? Are you saying that because of your bitter past with your ex?” Rue questioned, sounding suspicious. I shook my head in response.
“Nah. I just think so,” I replied. “That guy is irresponsible. If he were to inherit your family’s business, he would just make you broke.”
I'm sure my dislike was obvious from my tone because Rue chuckled. His laughter made the be
TYSHA I woke up to the sun shining in through the window, and suddenly, memories from last night came rushing back. Oh my goodness! I slept with Rue! Feeling the blanket covering me, I instinctively checked to see if I was still naked. Thankfully, I found myself wearing fresh underwear, although I couldn't recall getting dressed after what happened with Rue. As I got out of bed, a headache hit me, probably from the hangover. I realized Rue wasn't beside me, so I quickly scanned the room to find him. My heart sank momentarily, thinking he had left, but then I spotted him sitting on the couch, watching me. Next to him was a cup of coffee. My cheeks flushed when I met his blue eyes. Although I did not forget what happened last night, I was still embarrassed by my brave acts. What does Rue think of me now? As I met Rue'
RUE The cold breeze of the salty wind whipped against my body as I ran for miles, each step a desperate attempt to clear my mind of everything I had learned. Earlier that morning, my mom, sister, and Rij had greeted me with a cheerful "Happy birthday." Despite their warm wishes, I found it hard to muster up much enthusiasm. With a brief thank you, I tried to push aside my swirling thoughts and focus on the rhythm of my footsteps against the sand. As I ran, my thoughts raced just as swiftly. One moment stood out among the rest: the realization that, for the first time, I had felt truly normal after climaxing during sex. Knowing that I was Tysha's first brought a sense of happiness that I hadn't experienced before. Every moment we shared was filled with genuine enjoyment and connection. But alongside that joy simmered a frustrating doubt. The nagging thought th
TYSHA I couldn't figure out what was going on in Rue's head. One minute he's worried about me, the next he's acting all distant like the worries I’ve seen from his eyes just a few moments ago were all my illusions. It's messing with my head big time. Just after he hugged me and told me how worried sick he was when I was gone, he brought back his cold expression when we had our lunch together. I couldn’t read his mind! Gosh! I keep replaying everything in my mind, trying to understand why he's acting this way. Did he really regret what happened between us? Is he still mad at me? Did he already forgive me when he hugged me? It's driving me crazy not knowing. I just wish he'd be straight with me. All this back and forth is making me feel like I'm losing my mind. I need some clarity, some answers, anything to make sense of this chaos. But right now, it feels like I
TYSHA Under the warm glow of the setting sun, Rue and I stood side by side on the golf course, the grass soft under our feet. He had offered to teach me how to play, and despite my initial hesitations, I found myself excited to spend this time with him. "Okay, let's start with the basics," Rue said when he finally decided to teach me how to play golf, his voice carrying a strict vibe. "Grip the club like this, just firm enough but not too tight." I nodded. While mimicking his actions, my fingers grazed his as he adjusted my grip. It made my heart leap, so I instinctively looked at Rue who seemed affected by my touch as well. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment; a silent exchange of understanding passed between us. "Now, keep your stance steady," Rue continued, his gaze lingering on me. "It's all about balance and rhythm
RUE My relationship with Tysha began with hatred. I resented her for not helping me the night I first met her in the Eventide Cabaret, and then the next night, she kicked me in the balls when I caught her stalking Amelia's house. It was a rocky start, to say the least. Our interactions were filled with tension and animosity, but they were undeniably memorable. Who would have thought that the woman who used to make my blood boil would eventually make my heart beat uncontrollably? Not because of anger, but because of love. It's funny how life works sometimes. Despite our turbulent beginning, Tysha managed to break through my walls and find her way into my heart. And for that, I am grateful every day. I used to think that having a special someone was a problem, something that complicates life. I often wondered if life would be simpler without the webs of emotions, without the tw
TYSHA"What's your favorite position now?" I asked Rue jokingly after our fourth round. We were still catching our breath as we rested on the soft couch, the new SlumberLux product proving to be incredibly comfortable. Without any bias, I would rate it 10 out of 10. I enjoyed making love with Rue because of the softness of it.Rue chuckled behind me, his breath warm against my ear. We were cuddling, with him holding me from behind and our hands intertwined."I'd say doggy style," he answered playfully. "How about you?""I'm gonna say cowgirl," I replied."So, you want dominance, huh?" he laughed at my answer, teasingly biting my ear softly. I giggled in response to his playful gesture.He came for the second time around, and we indulged in four rounds to confirm it wasn't just a coincidence. I had successfully ignited Mr. Billionaire's desire
RUE Tysha's question lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I hadn't answered it well enough. The guilt weighed heavily on me, knowing that I hadn't expressed my true desire to have her as my girlfriend. It wasn't that I was uncertain about my feelings for her. On the contrary, I knew deep down that I wanted her in my life. But there were still things I needed to fix, aspects of my life that required my attention before I could fully commit to a relationship. As we flew away from Isla Llevaste, I made a silent promise to myself that I would address those issues and find a way to make things right. Only then could I give Tysha the answer she deserved. "We have to go," I said, bidding goodbye to Cecilia, whom I considered a second mother, and Adam, whom I treated like a younger brother. The helicopter was already waiting for Tysha
RUE "Grandpa, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to mask my surprise with a composed demeanor. He sighed wearily and motioned for us to follow him to the living room. Bryse and I followed silently, tension thick in the air. "I heard you came back from your trip," my grandfather began once we were seated. He fixed me with a scrutinizing gaze. "Yes," I replied tersely, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "And I also heard you went to Isla Llevaste with a woman?" There was a clear edge of irritation in his voice. I swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt at being caught. I had explicitly instructed my employees not to share that information. They weren’t the type of people to betray me so I knew it was someone else. I shot Bryse a piercing look, suspicion burning in my gaze. Despite my irritation, I maint