Chapter 2

Tyler's POV

Rebel Wolves was my safe haven and escape from the many dramas happening in my life. Reality was stifling, sometimes dressed as a tall blonde female called Brenda. On other days, it was my family and the responsibilities that came with being a Marshal; it was certainly not the greatest life.

"You're standing me up again, Babe," Brenda had texted earlier as I made my way out of the club with this beautiful stranger by my side. I heard my phone chime once more, but I ignored the text and continued towards the VIP room.

This certainly wasn't the first time I had picked up a lady from the club. However, this was the first time I had met one with such a smart mouth. She was beautiful and fascinating no doubt, but something about her was off even if I couldn't wrap my hands around it.

I unlocked the room, and led her carefully into the darkness when my phone chimed again in my pocket.

"You wanna answer that?" she asked with a concerned smile.

"It's nobody," I mumbled under my breath, pulled out my phone from my pocket, and switched it off.

My hands wandered in the darkness until I found the switch and light spilled into the room, giving me a proper view of the woman that stood before me. Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, revealing the enticing outline of her neck that I wanted to bury my face in. Her light brown eyes tugged at me in the most unlikely way; she was breathtaking.

"Getting cold feet?" I asked, drawing closer to her, the music barely audible behind the closed doors.

"Honestly I am, but for the first time I refuse to listen to my fears," she managed a weak smile as she finally met my gaze.

Leaning closer to her lips, I inhaled her scent and felt my dick grow hard in my pants. She reminded me of the scent of fresh roses and heaven knows, my hunger was intensifying by the minute.

"What's your name?" I asked, unable to keep my hands from pulling the strings at her hair and allowing the thick curls to fall down her shoulders.

"Maddy Byers," she answered softly as my fingers trailed down her neck and shoulders.

"Nice to meet you, Maddy. I'm Tyler," I smiled, cupping her jaw in my hands and planting my lips on hers.

A part of me wanted to savour the moment, tease her a little until she was begging for me, but I restrained myself. Games like that always left with it residual emotions and I wasn't one who had interest in those kinds of emotions; particularly the one they called love which in my opinion wasn't real.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt hungrily, popping buttons along the way. She was feisty, just as I liked it.

Riding up her dress above her thighs, I tore off my pants, pinned her against the wall and reached for a condom from my wallet.

"I hate to disappoint you, princess, but this is going to be hard and fast," I said breathlessly.

"Good, because I plan to drive back home with my brother," she answered breathlessly and I couldn't help my smile. This version of her wasn't timid or cautious.

Tearing the condom open, I rolled it over my dick, pinned her against the wall, and plunged into her, swallowing her moan in a kiss. It was the quickest, yet most satisfying sex I had enjoyed in a while. She took what she wanted from me and met each thrust till she reached her release. In a matter of minutes, I followed and leaned against her, barely trying to catch my breath.

"That was intense," I said, catching my breath as I pulled out of her.

"Yeah," she answered, not meeting my gaze as she tried to arrange her dress and hair which had become disheleved from our recent activity.

Her phone began to ring almost immediately, and she scowled, running her hand through her hair one last time as she made her way towards the exit. Just before she walked out, she turned with a smile on her face.

"The sex was beautiful, Tyler, but I really hope I never get to bump into you again. I am not always this reckless, ," she called out before slamming the door behind her.

"Don't worry, Maddy, I am not one to kiss and tell," I answered in the now-empty room.

I stared at the broken lamp on the ground wondering when we knocked it down. However attractive Maddy was, I knew it was the last time I would lay with her. Tyler Marshal never returned to the arms of the same woman, and by tomorrow, she'll be nothing but a distant memory like the other women I had been with.

As I exited the room, I turned on my phone and sent a text to Matthew.

"Sorry, buddy, but I might have trashed your VIP room a little bit."

"Again? I don't even know why you still have a key," he texted in reply.

"Just email me the cost," I texted.

"Maybe I should purposely break something then; I do like ripping you off," he replied.

"Asshole," I swore aloud, heading toward my car.

Matthew was my best friend since high school and the owner of Rebel Wolves, my favorite place in the whole of L. A. He had stuck by me through the roughest moment of my life and the only one I could say really knew the real me; it was why I considered him more of a brother than friend.

As I drove in the direction of my mansion at the other side of town, I turned on my phone to read the last text from Brenda.

You can't keep doing this to me, TY, we're going to get married soon,"

The idea of marriage and constant reminders of it were clawing at my insides and suffocating. For as long as I could remember, my family has always shoved certain obligations and duties down my throat; burdens I bore without complaint, but not this one. Marriage was a much more complicated deal and even if I did want to, it certainly wouldn't be to Brenda Hamilton.

My relationship life was the only part of my life I felt I still had control over, and now they were going to steal that part from me too. I stared at my reflection in the side mirror and couldn't even recognize the man who stared back at me. He had my face no doubt, but he didn't feel like me and it made me wonder if I still remember the real me to begin with.

"You've been built for this life, Tyler. There's no point complaining about it," I chastised, banishing the thought from my mind.

After the night I just had I, all I craved was a warm bath and peaceful sleep, but just when I pulled up in the driveway, I spotted Brenda's car parked by the side. Why on earth won't she leave me alone?

"Here we go again," I groaned aloud as I slammed the door and stalked towards her.

"What do you want, Brenda?" I asked dryly, not in the mood for her drama.

"An explanation, Tyler, this is the fifth date that you've missed, " she yelled in rage, following closely at my heel.

"Well, what do you want me to say, Brenda? I don't have any interest in spending time with you or anyone," I yelled in frustration.

"You're going to marry me, Tyler, whether you want to or not," she yelled, her rage surging now.

"I'm not going to marry you or anyone else, Brenda. Get the hell out of my way, I've had a really long day," I barked, shoving her aside as I unlocked the door.

"Fuck you, Tyler," she cursed.

"Good, now leave, and stop showing up at my apartment for fuck's sake," I yelled, slamming the door in her face.

Knowing Brenda, she would definitely go crying to my mother, but I couldn't care less. I stalked towards the shower and let hot steam cascade down my body, hoping to cool off most of my rage. It was hard to say how long I spent under the blasting heat, but when I eventually emerged from the bathroom, the moon had disappeared beneath the skies.

There were multiple missed calls and texts from my mother, but I refused to torture myself with her drama, at least not tonight.

You're going to marry her, Tyler, it doesn't matter how long you try to run from it, so the sooner you accept her, the better for us all.

I had a crushing urge to slam my phone against the wall and scream at the world till they left me alone, but instead, I walked over to my office corner and began to go through the files of the new interns at my firm, grateful for the distraction.

My gaze was fixed on one of the files as I stared at the face. His thick brown hair and brown eyes hidden behind those glass rims reminded me of someone, but I couldn't say who.

 "Andrew Byers," I said aloud, trying to recall where I had heard the name before.

It suddenly clicked, I had seen those innocent brown eyes before, in fact for a moment I almost drowned in them earlier. I fixed my gaze on his recommendation and couldn't help the mischievous smile that spread across my lips.

"Look who we have here, Maddy," I muttered, unable to keep the mischievous grin that was growing on my face.

An interesting idea suddenly crossed my mind, one I didn't have until a few seconds earlier and I knew It certainly was going to be the most reckless decision of my life.

" What on earth are you doing, Tyler?" I asked myself, but the more I stared at the file in front of me the more confused I became.