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I’m kind of apprehensive. I don’t really know what’s going on, I just know that I must
meet someone. A person who must be angry with me and who is important
enough to coerce me into coming escorted by two security guards to this luxury hotel.

This morning when I woke up I didn’t feel very well for having spent almost the whole night in
action at another one of the little parties promoted by Amanda.

I took a shower in my simple apartment and when I was getting ready to drink a mug of
cafe, I was surprised by security guards who told me I would have to follow them.

At frst I thought it was a joke, but after a formal threat I decided to cooperate.

The word “fucked” came out in big letters in my mind like a mock sign. With
sure some woman’s husband had found out about me and sent for me to settle
the bills. The Black Bulls’ fame had spread through high society and that was bad,
we had to be careful.

However, I didn’t care if it was a cuckold wanting revenge. If they left for
aggression, I wouldn’t hesitate to break the nose of some jealous rich kid who can’t
satisfy a woman in bed and she has to pay prostitutes to do the job.

The security guard in front of me stopped and opened a door. He moved away for me to pass and when
I went in and the woman who was waiting for me got up immediately.

“Beatrice? I asked in surprise.

“Did you plan this?” she yelled as soon as she saw me, throwing a newspaper in front of me.

His eyes fared. I held it and saw on the frst page, a picture of me and Beatrice leaving
together from her apartment on the Upper East Side. I was kind of unrecognizable because of the
hat she wore and sunglasses, but she was clearly recognizable.

Damn! I think I broke up that bitch’s billionaire marriage.

“Of course I didn’t. — I threw the newspaper at her again — What would I get?

“Fame. he snarled.

That accusation made me back off.

– As if. — I clapped my hands on my hips and gave an ironic laugh — I live sneaking
in the porn world to not be typecast and you think I would want to be known as
your lover or whore?

Carefully she studies me, wanting to convince herself that I had nothing to do with it. beatrice
she is white and her lips are panting. Her hair, once so combed, is now disheveled.

“I don’t know whose fault it was, but you’re going to help me clean this up. She pointed at me.

– I?

– IT IS! You, Tyler. She pulled away and turned around. The hands pass all the time in the
black hair, showing what caused this deplorable state.

“And how could I help you?” Do you want me to talk to your husband?
I rest my hands on my hips, staring at her.

“I’ve already planned everything.

She picks up some bags that I only then noticed. He throws everything on the huge bed.

Designer branding stamped on the bags. She walked away and pointed to that junk on the
bed.

“Open it, Tyler.

I was initially reluctant, but I shrugged and walked over to the bed. I started to open one by one.

I couldn’t understand when I came across Italian shoes, white designer shirts
celebrities, belt, gold watch, glasses and even Diesel and Kelvin Klein underwear.

– What the hell is that?

Concentrated, looking at me, she was direct: — I want you to choose a name for yourself.

You can no longer call yourself Tyler Carter.

I threw her a confused look.

“Will you please tell me your plan?” Why should I help keep your fucking
wedding?