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CHAPTER 1Hayley's POVI heard rumors, but who would not want him? He is rich; he has the body, and he knows how to make me happy. Men bow to his feet! What else can I ever ask for? For all I care, Tyler had been the only man that didn't make me feel like trash. I was of the street, a nobody. I even picked and ate from the trash, but he respected me. He told me he would be my shield, and he has been. I don’t care what others have to say. He is my man. That alone had been all I need and ever wanted. A man that didn't ever treat me as an orphan and didn't judge me. As we planned, we were supposed to meet at De Royale Suite two hours ago, but he was busy with work and meeting. He is a freaking billionaire, and I knew he would be busy always. I did my red hair in a classic low bun. It was hard to stretch out the curls, but for my husband, it was worth it. I wore the earrings he got me for my last year birthday and a lathered gold pearl necklace. I need my Tyler to no
The next morning, I watched Tyler as he prepared for work. He didn't say a single word about what had happened the day before, and it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Hate is a strong word, but God knows I hate this man, my husband. I hate him that I can't believe I loved him just yesterday. No! This is not right. He should have a reason before I hate him, right? That is what any normal woman would do. That is what a loving and good woman would do and be loyal. With his head high, Tyler walked out of the bathroom in his towel and began to get dressed. I was awake; it was obvious, but he paid no attention to me. He just got dress, fixed his hair and gave me one last look. I wanted him to say something. To tell me what really happened yesterday, but he acted like it was nothing. "I am off to work, Hayley," Tyler let out in a whisper as he walked to the door. I said nothing. Maybe my silence worked as he turned back to look at me for a few seconds a
Normally, I would want to do what my husband says. He knows I always do as I am told well unless the book’s job; I can't have another man looking at my body. All those years of having men stare at me, I don't want to find another imperfection in me. My gaze looked at the flower, my phone and Eric. "Can I have 50 bucks from you?" I asked with a smile. He hesitated, but searched himself and brought out a note. He handed it to me and stepped back after I took it. "I am sorry I have ones, five and hundred," He said. Well, a hundred would do so I smiled. This rebellious act in me seems strong, but I don't want to get my husband angry. He likes me, right? I stretched my curly hair for him all the time. I cut it for him once. I wear red and gold because he loves it, I dress as he wants. I eat what he wants me to eat and I am trying to get below 50kg because he wants me to be 45. 47 isn't that bad! I am living for him, and he cheats on me! They
By the time I woke up, it was afternoon. Maybe, I wasn't sure. The atmosphere was warm, probably from the open windows or the breakfast in bed. Tyler was wearing causal White tee shirt and matching short. His short blonde hair scattered on his forehead and eyelids, and he kept pushing them back. I could visibly see his fingers pattern as he had done that a lot before I woke up. "You are up?" He said questionably, "You know I want to make your birthday up for you". His tone, it was like he didn't want me to wake or he actually said that sarcastically. Well, I didn't care much. I just needed to know what he would do or say instead of glaring at me with such a distasteful look. Flash back of yesterday flooded, and I couldn't help but smirked involuntarily. I shouldn't have done that as I immediately heard the sound of glass shattered and the bed-breakfast went across the room. I flinched, looked around, trying to get the shattered glass and wonder why he had done it.
Really!!? Can anyone be for real on this planet. I thought it was always easy to apply for crappy jobs and not have people look too down on you. I know education is the key but I don't need to be educated to know how to change diapers, put kids to sleep or keep them company. For crap sake, I even applied for a nanny and the wife said I was too 'uneducated' for her 3 years old twins. Damn it. It's been three weeks and I don't know any much longer I might take. Well, I had little savings, the new apartment I stay in isn't expensive and I save the little I have. In days, I might run dry but I need a job. Looking around, I bit my lower lip not to yell. I knew I looked too young to work as a nanny, especially when the wives kept looking at me like I would steal her husbands or something. Frankly, I have no interest in men. I will be my own woman! Independent and bold. Just a motivational thought though. This interview might be something and I was sure n
No one told me that it would be easy, but I never expected it to be this tiring. Take some of his calls, check dates, set meetings, damn! Nancy was going through a lot and good thing the salary is worth it. Well, even if, I still won't stop working when I know I don't even deserve this job. It's been four days. I know huge companies like this tend to be busy but Liam seem to be working on something desperately. His meetings, his arrangements and aside been his assistance, I wished I could do more. Something close enough to help. Ewwww. No. Very unprofessional. Liam is hot, his long curly hair he always have in a ponytail made him look more like a morden Greek hot god. His olive skin, his puppy brown eyes, and his sharp jaw line, gosh! It was just like the day I met him. Mr mysterious. When he came to me at the bar and all that.... Wait a minute. That wasn't the first time I have seen him. I just couldn't get it but he looked damn familiar. I adjuste
Really!!? Can anyone be for real on this planet. I thought it was always easy to apply for crappy jobs and not have people look too down on you. I know education is the key but I don't need to be educated to know how to change diapers, put kids to sleep or keep them company. For crap sake, I even applied for a nanny and the wife said I was too 'uneducated' for her 3 years old twins. Damn it. It's been three weeks and I don't know any much longer I might take. Well, I had little savings, the new apartment I stay in isn't expensive and I save the little I have. In days, I might run dry but I need a job. Looking around, I bit my lower lip not to yell. I knew I looked too young to work as a nanny, especially when the wives kept looking at me like I would steal her husbands or something. Frankly, I have no interest in men. I will be my own woman! Independent and bold. Just a motivational thought though. This interview might be something and I was sure n
By the time I woke up, it was afternoon. Maybe, I wasn't sure. The atmosphere was warm, probably from the open windows or the breakfast in bed. Tyler was wearing causal White tee shirt and matching short. His short blonde hair scattered on his forehead and eyelids, and he kept pushing them back. I could visibly see his fingers pattern as he had done that a lot before I woke up. "You are up?" He said questionably, "You know I want to make your birthday up for you". His tone, it was like he didn't want me to wake or he actually said that sarcastically. Well, I didn't care much. I just needed to know what he would do or say instead of glaring at me with such a distasteful look. Flash back of yesterday flooded, and I couldn't help but smirked involuntarily. I shouldn't have done that as I immediately heard the sound of glass shattered and the bed-breakfast went across the room. I flinched, looked around, trying to get the shattered glass and wonder why he had done it.
Normally, I would want to do what my husband says. He knows I always do as I am told well unless the book’s job; I can't have another man looking at my body. All those years of having men stare at me, I don't want to find another imperfection in me. My gaze looked at the flower, my phone and Eric. "Can I have 50 bucks from you?" I asked with a smile. He hesitated, but searched himself and brought out a note. He handed it to me and stepped back after I took it. "I am sorry I have ones, five and hundred," He said. Well, a hundred would do so I smiled. This rebellious act in me seems strong, but I don't want to get my husband angry. He likes me, right? I stretched my curly hair for him all the time. I cut it for him once. I wear red and gold because he loves it, I dress as he wants. I eat what he wants me to eat and I am trying to get below 50kg because he wants me to be 45. 47 isn't that bad! I am living for him, and he cheats on me! They
The next morning, I watched Tyler as he prepared for work. He didn't say a single word about what had happened the day before, and it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Hate is a strong word, but God knows I hate this man, my husband. I hate him that I can't believe I loved him just yesterday. No! This is not right. He should have a reason before I hate him, right? That is what any normal woman would do. That is what a loving and good woman would do and be loyal. With his head high, Tyler walked out of the bathroom in his towel and began to get dressed. I was awake; it was obvious, but he paid no attention to me. He just got dress, fixed his hair and gave me one last look. I wanted him to say something. To tell me what really happened yesterday, but he acted like it was nothing. "I am off to work, Hayley," Tyler let out in a whisper as he walked to the door. I said nothing. Maybe my silence worked as he turned back to look at me for a few seconds a
CHAPTER 1Hayley's POVI heard rumors, but who would not want him? He is rich; he has the body, and he knows how to make me happy. Men bow to his feet! What else can I ever ask for? For all I care, Tyler had been the only man that didn't make me feel like trash. I was of the street, a nobody. I even picked and ate from the trash, but he respected me. He told me he would be my shield, and he has been. I don’t care what others have to say. He is my man. That alone had been all I need and ever wanted. A man that didn't ever treat me as an orphan and didn't judge me. As we planned, we were supposed to meet at De Royale Suite two hours ago, but he was busy with work and meeting. He is a freaking billionaire, and I knew he would be busy always. I did my red hair in a classic low bun. It was hard to stretch out the curls, but for my husband, it was worth it. I wore the earrings he got me for my last year birthday and a lathered gold pearl necklace. I need my Tyler to no