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
TYSHA The night we returned home, sleep eluded me despite my exhaustion. My mind replayed the events over and over, struggling to accept their reality. It all seemed too surreal to be true. In an attempt to find comfort and finally rest, I clung to the small stuffed toy Rue gave me during our trip to the amusement park with Jeff. Even in my dreams, his presence lingered. It's been ages since I felt such intense emotions for someone—actually, scratch that. I've never experienced feelings this overwhelming before. When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was check my phone for any messages from Rue. As expected, seeing his name on my screen brought a smile to my face. I eagerly opened his message. Rue: Good morning. Rue: I miss you. There were already two messages waiting for me, sent an hour ago. It felt reas
TYSHA Frederick, Rue's driver, arrived to pick me up, holding out a stunning bouquet of red roses. "For you, Miss Tysha," he said, his eyes sparkling. My lips parted in disbelief at the beauty before me. I couldn't shake the feeling that such an extravagant gift must have cost a pretty penny. "From Rue?" I asked, my heart fluttering as I took the bouquet. "Oh, wow." Frederick nodded, his smile warm and knowing. "It seems like things are moving up a notch with Rue after your trip," he remarked, his observation tinged with amusement. He swung open the back door of the Aston Martin he was driving, and I returned his smile as I eased into the seat. I wasn't fazed by the extravagance of the car anymore, starting to adjust to Rue's affluent lifestyle. An Aston Martin was becoming one of the more ordinary rides he
RUE I’m hard. Fuck! As soon as I lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her underwear, I couldn't help but notice that she hadn't worn any shorts underneath, clearly expecting that we would be intimate right then and there. It made everything more convenient but also heightened the anticipation between us. I glanced at Tysha and saw her biting her lip, a clear sign that she was preparing herself for what was to come. Without wasting another moment, I leaned in closer, running my nose along the fabric of her underwear, purposely grazing the tip of my nose against her most sensitive spot. The scent of her was intoxicating, and I found myself drawn even closer, unable to resist the allure of her arousal. “Oh gosh!” As she gripped onto my hair, her reaction made it clear that my touch was having the desired effect on her. The thought of driving her wi
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
RUE“I won’t marry Rue.”I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Tysha’s words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like they were trying to make sense but failing miserably.When she accidentally answered my call, I didn’t hang up, especially when I heard my grandfather’s voice talking to her. I was mad at Grandpa for offering Tysha money to marry me, but I stayed silent because I wanted to hear her answer. I never expected her answer would break me.“Our relationship is not a transaction, Mr. Colterzon. Just so you know. While I appreciate your concern for our future, marrying him should come from our hearts, not a financial incentive,” I heard Tysha continue. “So, no. I won’t marry him for money.”After that, I ended the call before she even noticed I was listening to her conversation with my grandfather.I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at my grandfather for interfering, for thinking that money could solve everything. But Tysha’s words cut deeper. She didn’t want to marry me, eve
TYSHA“You wouldn’t be able to drive us home?” I asked Rue on the other line. I had just finished all my classes for the day when he called.“No. We just had an emergency meeting at the company. But I’ll send Fred,” he offered, but I immediately refused.“No need. I can drive us myself.”“Okay. Just tell the kids I’ll visit them later,” Rue said before ending the call.As I continued gathering my things to leave the faculty room, one of my co-teachers approached me with a curious look.Tysha, someone’s looking for you,” my co-teacher whispered, nodding toward the entrance. I glanced up from my stack of papers, my heart doing a little flip. Who could it be? A parent? Another teacher? “Huh? Really?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my pulse quickened. The school day had been ordinary so far, and I wasn’t prepared for any surprises.“Yes. He’s waiting in the parking lot, with lots of convoys,” my co-teacher grinned, clearly enjoying my confusion. With my co-teacher's grin, the first
TYSHARue wanted to introduce our kids to his mother and grandfather and the thought of it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Like, gosh!I couldn't help but overthink the whole situation. His grandfather had always hated me, ever since I was with Bryse. He did everything in his power to separate us before. And now, after all this time, I was terrified that his hatred for me would extend to our children.What if Rue’s grandfather took one look at them and saw nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes? What if he couldn't see them for the wonderful kids they are and only saw my flaws? The idea of my kids being judged or rejected because of my history was unbearable.I kept imagining different scenarios, each worse than the last. Would his grandfather's anger flare up the moment he laid eyes on them? Would he blame them for the messy past I had with his family? I could almost see the disapproval in his eyes, and feel the tension in the room.Rue seemed confident that things would be f
TYSHA“This is their picture?” Rue asked as I handed him the photo album, filled with pictures of our kids. After they had fallen asleep, he had suddenly asked to see some photos of them. Luckily, I had been making albums of their milestones.“Yeah, right after they were born,” I said proudly, sitting beside him on the couch and joining him in looking at the pictures.Rue carefully stared at each photo, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and regret, as if trying to relive the moments he had missed. Each image seemed to pull him deeper into a past he wasn't part of, yet desperately wished he had been.He traced a finger over a picture of their first birthday, his expression softening. “Who was with you?” Rue asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My parents,” I answered simply, trying to decipher what was going through his mind.“Just them?” He glanced at me, seeking confirmation.“Yes. Just them.”“How about Charles?” he asked.I thought he might be jealous, but when I l
RUEIn a short amount of time, I became super attached to the twins. Every day without them felt like a lost chance to be their real father. That's why I found myself constantly at Tysha's house, trying to make up for lost time.I longed to bond with them, to be a presence in their lives that they could rely on. It wasn't easy, knowing that I missed out on so much, but I was determined to do better.I held out the hairbrush when my daughter Addison came out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and clinging to her small shoulders.As usual, I was in their house again, wanting to spend more time with my children."Can I brush your hair?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.“Okay, Daddy.” Addison nodded, a shy smile on her face, and took a seat on the stool in front of me.I took a deep breath, aware of the importance of this gesture, and of the trust she was placing in me.As I began to brush, I was careful, mindful of every stroke."Am I doing this right?" I asked, watching her reaction in th
TYSHAOkay. If I was having fun earlier about how Rue shut Celeste’s bitchy mouth, I was no longer enjoying it now.“Is it true, Tysha? You’re dating Mr. Colterzon? The billionaire?!” asked one of my coworkers. “Err…” I stammered, unable to find the right words immediately.First of all, I didn’t feel the need to tell the truth to them. Second, to be honest, I didn’t really know the answer to that. Am I dating Rue again? We used to date but does co-parenting with him count as dating?“How about Charles, Ma’am Tysha? Did you two break up already?” Another question was thrown at me. It was Rupert who asked this time. The faculty room had turned into chaos the moment I walked in after finishing my classes.Even though Celeste kept her mouth shut after what Rue said to her, the news still spread like wildfire. Fortunately, before I had to say something, Madeline came into the faculty room. "Everyone," she addressed the room sternly, "what's all this commotion? Where is your professio
TYSHASince Rue had insisted on driving us to school, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I’m sure it would spark a new rumor about me and gosh! But yeah, I must comply. This would be nothing compared to the six years I’ve taken away from him.As I told my kids about what their father planned on doing, Aiden and Addison were already perched by the window, their noses pressed against the glass, waiting for their father.Then it arrived. Rue’s car glided to a stop in front of our house, sleek and attention-seeking because of its vibes that were screaming ‘wealth.’ It was the kind of luxury car you’d see in magazines. But what can I say? The father of my kids is a billionaire so…“It’s Daddy!” Aiden and Addison said in chorus as their eyes grew wide with wonder. They rushed out the door, their school bags forgotten for a moment, as they circled the car with open-mouthed awe.I watched them.“Good morning, buds! Ready for school?” Rue greeted them with the same enthusiasm a