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
TYSHA "Are you sure about this?" I asked Rue, clutching his shaver in my hand. We were in his penthouse bathroom, with him leaning against the sink, shirtless. His chiseled chest and muscular arms only added to his appeal, making him look irresistibly hot. "Yeah," he replied simply, licking his lower lip in anticipation. "You know you don't have to," I bargained once more, uncertain if I should really go through with shaving his stubble. But he just pulled me closer, his hands fitting perfectly around my waist. "But I want to," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want to make you comfortable." Wow, I was torn. I mean, I adore his rugged look with those sexy stubbles. But when we get close, those tiny prickles always get in the way, especially when we're lost in each other. So, Rue, being the sweetheart