Chapter 3

3

Aubrey's pov

"I still can't believe you're hanging out with that guy?!" Drexel, my best friend said.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my hot coffee. I was currently in Drexel's apartment, hanging out as usual, Tyler hasn't texted me today, but I know he'll do that soon enough.

I was supposed to deliver the parcel today, I still can't believe that I agreed to doing it, I just didn't want to hurt Tyler by saying no; this was the first time he's ever asked me to do something like this.

And something inside of me was glad that Tyler trusted me enough to deliver his parcel, I knew how important that parcel was to him... I mean, that was the reason why he killed Simon, my Dad.

"Tyler's a good guy." I said.

Drexel gave me a look that said, 'Really?'

I sighed. "Okay, maybe not really good, he's in between the two... And I like hanging out with him."

"I can't wait for whatever charm that guy gave you, to ware off... I miss my best friend." Drexel said.

"Drex, Tyler didn't charm me okay, and I'm still here." I said, sipping my coffee.

"Oh, no you're not... You've been checking your phone from time to time for any text from Tyler." He laughed.

I dropped my coffee. "Well that's because I'm supposed to help him with something."

"With what?" Drexel asked.

"It's confidential." I simply said.

"That guy will put you in trouble Bree, you're not supposed to hang out with mafias, they kill people and dominate- I don't know- places?" Drexel paused and continued. "If your mom finds out about this, you're dead... She'll take you to church and cast out the demon that is making you do these things with Tyler."

That made me laugh... True though, my mom would do just that... I can't even imagine the scenario when my mom finally finds out... It'd be so embarrassing.

"Just be careful, if that guy does something crazy to you... All hell's gonna break loose." Drexel warned.

"Yeah, yeah... Like you can go up against a Mafia king." I said.

"Oh I can, Don't underestimate my stature," Drexel sighed. "In all, you know I gat your back."

I smiled. Suddenly my phone rang...

It could be my mom.

I looked at the name flashing on my phone screen and my eyes widened.

"What is it?" Drexel asked.

I looked up at him. "It's Tyler." I said.

"So?"

"Tyler never calls." I simply said

Drexel just shrugged.

I picked it up and put it in my ears.

"Uh... Hello?" I asked, unsure of what to say.

"Why didn't you pick up on the first ring?" His voice sounded even more beautiful on phone.

"Um... I don't know?" I said.

Tyler never calls, I mean, he preferred texting to calling, this was the first time he's ever called?

"What's up with your voice?" He asked

"Um... I- I don't know?" I stuttered.

I heard him give a sigh at the other end of the line.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"At a friend's?" I said

There was a small pause, I thought he had hung up already until...

"Male or Female?" He asked.

I looked up at Drexel. "Uh... Male?" I answered.

Why would he care about the gender of my friend?

Short pause.

I sighed. "Tyler, are you there?" I asked

"Yeah, come over... It's time." He said.

After that, there was a click sound at the other end.

That was weird.

"Lemme guess, you gotta go." Drexel said.

I gave him an apologetic sigh... "I'll be back soon," I stood up, grabbing my pause. "I promise." I gave him a small peck on his cheek and rushed out of his apartment.

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I walked into Tyler's mansion.

It wasn't that far from Drexel's apartment, just a one hour drive.

I made my way to his room but then I paused when I caught a glimpse of Tyler in his kitchen...

Cooking?

I was surprised, never have I ever seen Tyler Bresfort cooking?

I tiptoed into the kitchen, he didn't notice me yet, his back was to me.

I placed both of my hand on his eyes.

"Guess who?" I said.

He sighed. "Gray." He said

I scrunched my brows. "Guess again." I said

"Gray." He repeated.

Seriously?

With an annoyed sigh, I took my palms off his eyes and he turned to meet my eyes.

"Why do you always have to spoil the fun in every fun thing?" I asked him.

He grabbed my waist so my body was pinned against his. "Because I'm not a fun person." He said, leaning down to kiss me.

I stopped him by placing my fingers on his lips. "You called for the delivery." I said.

"No, not really, that's till tomorrow... I'll have a car bring the parcel to your apartment. For now, you're going to teach me how to make spaghetti and meatballs." He said.

I scrunched my brows. "Who are you and what have you done to the real Tyler?" I smiled.

Tyler just rolled his eyes.

I couldn't help it, I leaned forward to kiss him, well, I planned on just leaving a light kiss on his lips, but from the moment his arms pulled me closer to him, I knew we were gonna do more than just that.

My fingers found their way to his hair, I pulled him closer and he made a sexy sound... I felt him carry me up to the sitting room, he laid me on the couch, lips still in place, his hands slid underneath my shirt, unclasping my bra in a swift movement and then he grabbed one of my breast, squeezing it lightly.

I moaned at the feeling, his lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses and leaving love bites where ever his lips could reach.

I felt my middle heating up, aching for him, for all of him.

His free hands moved dangerously low to my belly, I felt his hands slide through my skirt and into my panties, he rubbed my middle softly.

I moaned, wanting more and more.

"You're wet for me, Gray." He said, his voice laced with desire and lust.

I didn't even bother to get angry because he called me another woman's name, all I want was him... All my body ached for, was him.

He hands continued to rub me at a slow pace, he was driving me crazy with intense pleasure.

"Tyler.." I moaned his name, I couldn't recognize my own voice, the voice I heard was that of a girl who was swimming in intense pleasure.

"Fuck, you don't know how sexy you sound." Tyler said, his voice mirroring mine.

His finger moved at a faster pace now..

My whole body was on overdrive as he pleasured me with his fingers.

"Oh, fuck." Said my voice.

I threw my head back in pleasure, the pressure was already building low in my belly, I could feel it coming.

All of a sudden, he stopped.

What the-

He brought his finger to his lips and licked it. "You taste as fucking sexy as ever." He said, a sly smirk played on his lips. "But you know what would taste less better?"

I gave him a questioning look.

"Spaghetti and meatballs." He answered.

What?!

He stood upright. "Come on, you gotta teach me how to make it." He said.

I can't believe this is happening.

"Now?!" I asked, sitting upright and adjusting my shirt.

"Yeah, now." He simply said as he made his way to the kitchen...

I just gaped at him, why would he just leave me like this?!

"Oh, come on Tyler... We have all the time to do that?! Why did you bother to touch me when you know you're not going to finish what you started?!" I asked, standing up and walking angrily after him.

He stopped sharply and turned to me and I almost bump into him. He scrunched his brows. "Did you just yell at me?"

I crossed my hands over my chest.

"Yes! I just did!" I replied. A challenging look plastered on my face.

His lips tugged up a little, "Uh... You're so cute, you know that?"

I frowned.

I don't like being called cute. I hate it.

Tyler put his hands around my shoulders and pulled me lazily to the kitchen. "Come on, I'm hungry... We can have fun later." He pinched my cheeks like I was some kinda kid or something.

I fought the urge to pout, if I did, that would make him call me CUTE!

"I thought you weren't the fun type." I said, knowing pretty well what he meant.

He shrugged and said. "For everyone... You're an exception."

I shook my head and got to work, I felt Tyler's arms snake around my waist from behind, his steady breathing on my back made me so aware of our closeness.

His jaw was to my left shoulder as he watched from behind.

This simple act of his, made my  stomach excited. His arms wrapped tightly around me, like he was afraid to let go, and that made me smile.

I was right, Tyler may act hard on the outside, but on the inside, he was like a very soft pillow.

A soft pillow that I think was meant just for me and only me.