Taming the Arrogant Tycoon: A Forbidden Passion

Inside the opulent mansion, an array of beautiful cushioned chairs formed an inviting circle within the grand living room, their arrangement a testament to meticulous precision. At the heart of this lavish setting, a glass table held a central position.

A young man in his early thirties strode in, his demeanor a stark contrast to his luxurious surroundings. Collapsing onto one of the chairs, his face bore a deep-seated disquiet. His sigh echoed within the room, a manifestation of the turmoil churning within.

Leaving his seat, he headed towards a well-stocked bar, where a bottle of wine awaited. With a sense of purpose, he selected the bottle, returning to his chair with measured steps. Pouring the crimson liquid into a waiting glass, he brought it to his lips, savoring the bitter-sweet taste as it danced on his tongue. But his inner unease remained unrelenting, shrouded in a veil of mystery.

As though summoned by the silence, a melodious chime broke through – his phone clamoring for attention. Swiftly lifting the device to his ear, he greeted the caller with a casual, "Hey, man." The masculine voice on the other end inquired about his whereabouts, to which he responded, "I'm at home, of course." The chuckle that followed hinted at a camaraderie forged through time.

A brief exchange confirmed the caller's imminent arrival, followed by a silence that hung in the air as the line went dead. He allowed his phone to slip from his grasp, sinking back into his chair. The glass before him emptied with a determined gulp, his expression contorting as the liquid's bitterness unfurled on his palate.

Time ticked on, and the entrance door swung open, granting passage to a figure adorned in edgy attire. Black jeans clung to his form, complementing a blue long-sleeve shirt, its buttons slightly askew. A tattoo graced his masculine chest, a testament to his unique persona. Blond locks cascaded, framing his face, with a rebellious strand veiling his left eye.

"Hey, man," the visitor greeted, filling the room with an air of familiarity. "Jay," came the response, accompanied by an outstretched hand. The ritual handshake completed, he settled across from his friend, the two figures now poised in an exchange that seemed both intimate and detached.

"Tristan, it's been a while," Jay mused, reclining in his seat. "Yeah, just here in my damn house, contemplating life's absurdities," Tristan replied, punctuating his words with a chuckle. His restlessness could not be denied, as he rose from his seat and vanished into the kitchen's depths.

Quickly reemerging, Tristan now carried a glass cup and an inviting bottle of champagne. "Here you go, man. I know you're not a vodka fan," he quipped, placing the items on the table before reclaiming his seat. Jay seized the moment, pouring a portion of champagne, his movements a graceful dance of experience.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Jay posed a question that unraveled the depths of Tristan's disquietude. "So, what's up?" he inquired, savoring the champagne's effervescence. Tristan's response was laden with a heavy confession. "Nothing much, just frustration. No, frustration is an understatement, Jay – I'm downright depressed."

Jay's eyebrows furrowed in concern, his curiosity piqued. "What's wrong, man?" he probed, leaning forward. Tristan's gulped down the remaining contents of his glass, his emotions brimming to the surface. An unspoken connection pulsed between them, forging a bond beyond words.

The ensuing conversation traversed the realm of passion and longing. Tristan unveiled his devotion to music, his fervor palpable. But even as he professed his love, a darker truth emerged – the suffocating embrace of adoration from fans, the lack of privacy smothering his existence.

As Jay's laughter erupted, Tristan's frustration seemed almost comical. Yet, it was an incongruity that begged explanation. "You can't be serious right now, Tristan," Jay managed between chuckles, prompting an indignant roll of Tristan's eyes. "It's not as simple as you think. My fans, Jay, they're everywhere. They're smothering me. How can I even go anywhere freely, without being accompanied by my guards?"

The juxtaposition of fame and distress painted a picture of inner turmoil, one that Jay found both perplexing and amusing. "Tristan, you're the center of attention, adored by millions. Why would you be bugged by them?" he questioned, genuine bewilderment lacing his tone.

Tristan's irritation flared, and his exasperation found an outlet. "You know what, Jay? Maybe I shouldn't have bothered sharing this with you. You're just an annoying jerk." He sighed, his emotions a whirlwind of frustration and helplessness.

Jay's expression softened, his laughter subsiding. "Tristan, it's not that I don't take you seriously. It's just that... well, your predicament seems ironic, given your position."

"Funny to you, but frustrating to me," Tristan retorted, his gaze fixed on the table before him. He longed for simple pleasures – an outing without spectacle, an unfettered taste of freedom.

A glimmer of hope dawned as Jay offered assistance. "I'll help you, Tristan. Let's find a way to navigate this chaos together."

The tentative smile that graced Tristan's lips was fleeting, eclipsed by a shadow that clouded his features. "What's wrong now?" Jay inquired, sensing a deeper layer of turmoil.

Tristan's voice wavered, revealing an unexpected twist in his tale. "My mother wants me to get married."

Jay's reaction was visceral – a fit of coughs that accompanied his astonishment. "Hey, watch it," Tristan chided with an eye roll. Moments later, Tristan's admission hung in the air, his tone resolute. "I'm not joking, Jay. I am not joking."

As the gravity of Tristan's situation settled, the two friends confronted a dilemma that was both poignant and absurd. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear – Tristan's journey was about to take a most unexpected turn.

Jay's brow furrowed, his concern etched across his features. "Tristan, this is more than just a passing whim, isn't it? Why would your mother push you into something so significant?"

Tristan's shrug conveyed his own bewilderment. "I wish I knew, Jay. She's fixated on the idea of seeing her grandchildren. It's like she's channeling a character from a Nigerian drama."

The disbelief in Jay's eyes mirrored Tristan's sentiments. "That's a lot to take in. But why the urgency? You're just twenty-eight, not exactly ancient."

Tristan's frustration gave way to a profound sense of helplessness. "Exactly! I can't fathom why she's fixated on marriage at this age. It's like she's been possessed by some obscure idea."

A moment of shared exasperation hung in the air before Jay's voice pierced the silence. "So, what's your plan, Tristan?"

Tristan's expression shifted, his uncertainty palpable. "I honestly don't know. What should I do, Jay? You know how relentless my mother can be."

Jay leaned back, studying his friend. "You've got to find a way to deal with this, Tristan. If you ignore it, it's only going to escalate."

Tristan's frustration deepened as he contemplated his predicament. "I know, but what do I say to her? I'm not cut out for marriage, Jay. It's just not me."

Jay's eyes lit up with a suggestion. "Why not talk to Marian? You guys are in a serious relationship, right?"

Tristan's scoff was laced with skepticism. "You think discussing this with Marian would help?"

Jay leaned forward, his expression earnest. "She's your partner, Tristan. She might have insights or suggestions you haven't considered. It's worth a shot."

Tristan's gaze shifted, his thoughts a tumultuous sea. "We've talked about marriage before. We both agreed it's not something we want."

"But circumstances change, Tristan. It might be time to revisit the conversation," Jay urged.

Tristan's eyes locked onto Jay's, his uncertainty giving way to contemplation. "Maybe you're right. It's just... a difficult conversation to have."

Jay's supportive nod conveyed his understanding. "I know it won't be easy, but facing it head-on is better than letting it fester."

Tristan sighed, his resolve firming. "I'll talk to Marian. See what she thinks. But honestly, I can't see myself going through with it."

Jay clapped a hand on Tristan's shoulder. "Just remember, you're not alone in this, Tristan. I've got your back."

As their conversation drifted into the night, the weight of Tristan's dilemma lingered. The path ahead was uncertain, but amidst the chaos of fame and the tangle of relationships, Tristan and Jay faced the challenges together – a united front against the tide of expectations and desires.

His eyes widened in shock, as he kept staring at his dear friend, his words ringing in his head.

How could Jay even think of such a thing?

He can't possibly do that, though he's a bad boy that sleeps with girls behind Marian's back, but he didn't wanna hurt her, by getting someone else pregnant.

They already agreed that they were never gonna get married, and neither of them will get married to someone else, nor have kids with someone else, they agreed to always be lovers, and nothing more.

He was so damn confused, he didn't know what to do, especially now that it had to do with his beloved mom, he was the woman's only son, and though he has a sister, he loved his mom so much, he would do anything to see that she smiles, and now that he's handicapped, what seems to be the way out?

He needed to do something about this, getting someone else pregnant was totally out of it, he can't do it.

"Tristan", Jay called, bringing him back to reality.

"I'll talk to Marian, I can't do what you're asking me to man, it's difficult", he said, and Jay scoffed, obviously bemused.

"Are you being serious right now Tristan?

I mean you've been sleeping with tons of women behind Marian's back, so what difference does it make now?

You wanna act like a gentleman here, and make me look like the bad guy, yeah?

", Jay said amidst a chuckle, and he rolled his eyes.

"This is different dude, those women, are only to satisfy my pleasure, and what we're saying here, is different, ok?

We're talking about a woman that'll carry my child, my heir", he said with an eye roll.

"Wow, you're sounding like a gentleman you're not dude. Anyways, good luck with that, and please don't forget to keep me updated", Jay said, and he rolled his eyes.

"So how about we hang out together", Jay asked, and he stood up.

"I'm not in the mood for that right now, I got rehearsals, see ya", he said, and without waiting for any more seconds, he climbed the stairs, and off he went.

Jay stared at him till he was out of sight.

He felt pity for his friend, and at the same time, wondered why he was so much hates marriage, he wished he could in any way helped him, only if he knew what the problem is, then he would know the solution to it, but one thing he believed in, was that his friend might be suffering from psychological problems.

He stood up, took the glass cup filled with champagne, then gulped it down, and adjusted his shirt, before walking out of the building.

Tristan was pacing in his room, as he reminisced everything his friend told him.

He sighed, as the thought of his decision not to get married hits him hard, he so much wanted to be with Marian, he was in love with her, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but why was he scared of doing it? why was he scared of taking a step?

He had to act fast, he can't possibly think of adhering to what his friend told him, he loved Marian, and hurting her was the last thing he would wanna do.

He slumped on his king-sized bed, and suddenly, his phone came ringing.

He hesitated before picking up, and a strange feminine voice came on.

"Hey handsome", the sweet feminine voice came on, sending a shiver down his spine, and immediately, the signal got to his stubborn manhood, and it was already reacting.

He sighed, as he glanced down at his manhood, he was already horny, he so much wanted to satisfy his urge right now, he needed to clear his head, the alcohol he took was not enough to calm him, he needed a quickie to calm himself down.

"Hey", he said, and whoever it was, chuckled excitedly, making him roll his eyes.

He was already used to those bitches coming to him for sex, and he was always at their service.

"I'm at the front of your gate, but your guards wouldn't let me in", her voice came on again, and he sighed.

"Give the phone to Leo", he said and closed his eyes briefly.

"Which of you is Leo?

Tristan wants to speak to you", her voice sounded at the other end, followed by a two to three seconds silence before a masculine voice came on.

"Boss", the deep masculine voice came on.

Bring her to the guestroom", he ordered.

"Yes boss", the masculine voice came on again, and the line went dead.

He dropped his phone on the bedside table, and laid back, waiting patiently for his new catch to come take him to what they call cloud nine or whatever.

Minutes later, a knock came on the door, and he knew no one to tell him that she was the one.

He sprang up to a sitting position, before ushering her in.

"Come in", he said, and the door opened slowly, revealing a very beautiful damsel.

He scanned her sexy body with his eyes, starting from her blue pair of heeled shoes to her long straight legs, and wow, they were more than tempting.

His eyes traveled to her blue short silver gown, which stopped about five to seven inches down her butt, it was opened in the chest, revealing her cleavages, her pink lengthy hair was packed in a ponytail, with a touch of make-up on her beautiful face.

She smiled seductively, as she cat walked to him.

"Hey handsome", she smiled again, as she turned around slowly, showing her fully loaded buttocks.

He scoffed and turned his face away, this crazy bitch shouldn't even think of intimidating him, he had seen and slept with bitches more beautiful than this, so what's the show-off, it was pissing him already.

"Enough of the show-off bitch, get down to business", his voice came on coldly, making her flinch.

"What do you think of me, huh?" The bitch asked, and he scoffed.

"What are you? I'm not in the mood for all those trash, are you ready for what you came for or not? if you're not, use the door, and never show your face to me, ever again", he said coldly, and she quickly behaved herself.

"Strip!", he commanded in his cold voice, and she started undressing herself, with trembling hands.

She was visibly scared, she thought he would be some romantic kind of guy, just as he had always been on stage, he thought he would meet a rather sweet personality, but she was disappointed.

In a few seconds, she was already standing naked.

He scanned her whole body with his eyes, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

He was so gonna deal with this bitch, that he would never be able to walk again, he would make her regret ever stepping foot in his house, and when he was done with her, the hospital will be her destination.

"Don't just stand there and watch me like a dumb ass, you know what to do!", he said coldly, and she immediately got on her knees.

She was full of regret, she shouldn't have done this crazy thing in the first place, what was she even thinking?

She unbuckled his belt, after which she drew his trousers down to his knee line, revealing his big dick through his brief.

Her heart was racing faster, and fear clouded her mind, as the thought of having that big dick inside her, hits her head. She knew she was done for, she knew she had met his doom.

She glanced up at him, and he had that deadly and dangerous smirk on his face, as he stared down at her.

Slowly, she drew his brief down, and her heart stopped beating as her eyes came in contact with his dangerous dick.

She gulped down nothing nervously, as she slowly curved her lips around the cap, and took it into her mouth slowly.

He smirked and pushed it deep into her warm mouth, making her choke on it, and hitching her breath.

She sucked his big dick marvelously, and soon, he poured his seed inside her mouth, making her choke, as she swallowed everything, she dared not to mess up.

He signaled her to get on the bed, and with wobbling legs, she got on, she was scared to the guts.

"On your two knees and hands", he commanded, and she quickly obeyed him, as she stood on her hands and knees, with her ass shooting out and facing him.

Without warning or Amy's foreplay, he slid his big dick roughly inside her, making her gasp out loud.

Her pussy was burning up, and she was in pain, but too bad, he didn't care, he wanted to see the bitch cry for mercy.

He moved in and out of her slowly at first, and increased his pace afterward.

It was already an hour, and he was still not tired, he was still maintaining the same position, he was doing this deliberately, he wanted to cripple her, she dared to come into his house, she already signed her death contract.

"Pl...please...I be..beg of you", she pleaded weakly and in tears, as he kept pouncing on her from behind.

She was already weak, she couldn't feel her legs anymore, she was already dying.

He didn't even listen to her, as he kept increasing his pace every second, he intended to kill her.

In less than a minute, she dropped onto the bed and passed out.

He smirked, as he stood up to his feet, and stared down at her unconscious body, just what he wanted.

He picked up his phone, and dialed a number, before placing it over his ear.

"I need you here in two minutes", he said on the phone, then dropped it and dashed into the bathroom.

The door to the room opened, and a man in a suit walked in.

His eyes darted to the naked lady on the bed, and of course, he knew what to do.

He took her in a bridal style and left the room.

A few minutes later, Tristan walked in from the bathroom, with his body dripping wet. His room had already been tidied up, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

He glanced at the wall clock, and it was almost 7 pm.

He dried his hair, and dressed casually, before going to the living room.

A young lady was pacing restlessly, holding a phone to her ear. She looked restless.

"Rossy, you're still up?" A young lady of about two years older said sleepily as she tossed on the bed.

"Amelia is not back", Rossy said, still pacing, and the lady's eyes widened in disbelief, and she immediately sprang up to a sitting position.

"Are you being serious right now?" she asked, obviously not comprehending what she just said.

"Do I look like I'm joking, Alissa?" Rossy said, as she stopped to look at her and continued pacing.

"It's past 9pm already Rossy, this is unlike Amelia. Where did she tell you she was going to?" Lisa asked, looking all worried, and Rossy sighed, before slumping on the chair.

"I don't know Lisa, I'm not having a good feeling about this. I'm worried," she said.

"Have you tried calling her line?", Lisa asked again, and she rolled her eyes.

"I've been doing that for past an hour now, but she isn't picking up", she said, almost crying.

"I think we should go look for...", her voice trailed off, as her phone started ringing.

She checked the screen, and seeing it was a strange number, she picked up on the first ring.

"Hello", she said into the phone, and heard a strange feminine voice from the other end.

"Hello miss, I'm doctor Laurette, from St Del Valle clinic.

Am I speaking with miss Rossy Luis?"The feminine voice asked, and she sprang up to her feet, with a worried look on, her heart was beating fast, as she heard the name"hospital, ", as different thoughts kept parading her mind.

Could it be that she was knocked down by a vehicle? Was she raped on her way back home? What could've happened to her?

"Hello miss", the voice came on again, and she said something.

"Yes miss, I am Rossy Luis, ho..how may I help you?" She stuttered.

"Well, a lady is here in our custody. She's in a very critical condition.

We checked her phone, and it seem you're the most frequently called contact on her cell phone, so we reached out to you. After finishing the sentence "Her name is Amelia Roxana," Rossy slumped back into the chair, her heart sinking and a tear falling from her eye..

"Rossy, what's the problem?, who was that?, did anything happened to Amelia?", Lisa kept asking, but she couldn't say a word.

Lisa picked up her phone and put it to her ear, but the caller had already hung up..

"Rossy, please talk to me," Lisa said, looking up at her.....

"Amelia..., St Del Valle hospital", she said almost in a".

Speechless and weak, her world crumbled. It was her fault, asking for money and causing the work injury..

Lisa dragged her along, as they both rushed to the road, flagged down a cab, which took them straight to the hospital.

Rossy ran to the reception as soon as they got there, and was given the description of where Amelia was.

She rushed into the emergency room, and there she was, fighting for her life, she was on the verge of death.

There was an oxygen tank fixed on her face.

Tears rushed down Rossy's eyes, as she looked at her dear friend fighting so hard for her life.

Lisa's mouth dropped opened, hot tears escaped her eyes, as she stared at her friend, who was in coma. How did this happened to her?

Rossy wiped her tears, and ran off straight to the doctor's office.

"Doctor", she called, as she barged in on the doctor, who was busy writing on a paper.

"Yes miss?", she raised her gaze.

"I'm Rossy Luis, Amelia's sister.

Who dropped her here?", Rossy asked, trying so hard not to cry.

"I don't know the man, but he dropped a paper with her, and asked to give it to her when she wakes up, or any of her relatives the hospital bills had also been taken care of", she said, as she handed a paper over to Rossy.

She took the paper, and as she was reading it, tears kept streaming down her eyes, how dare he!

She stormed out of her office, and left the hospital straight.

She flagged down a cab, which took her straight to Tristan's house.

She banged on the gate, as soon as she got there, but there was no response.

It was already late in the night, but she didn't care, she had to see that beast, that did this to her friend, and still got the guts to be proud of it, she was so angry, her friend was on the verge of death, and she wouldn't be at peace, not until she teaches this bastard a lesson of her life.

She kept banging on the gate, until a man in suit came out.

"Hey miss, what's your problem?, have you lost your sense?", the man asked coldly, and she scoffed.

"If there's anyone who's not in his right sense here, then that person is you. Now you listen to me, I want you to go in there, and call that beast out for me, call that idiot out here for me", she yelled crazily.

"Madam, you have to leave, you wouldn't like what my boss will do to you if he come out here", he said, and bit her lower lip angrily.

"Do I look like I care?, call that bast...", her voice trailed off, as she behold the least expected person on her mind, the most handsome creature ever, her celebrity crush, Tristan Williams.

She gulped down nothing, as she kept pushing her thoughts away, it can't be, it can't be that he's the same Tristan that put her best friend in this condition.

"You asked to see me", his voice came on, and she gulped down nothing, trying so hard to control her anger.

She asked him a question, demanding only the truth, while he thought she was being dramatic..

"Do you know anything about this note?", she asked, showing her the note, and he scoffed.

"Leo, get this trash out of my sight, this min....", his voice trailed off, as he felt a hot slap on his cheeks.

His eyes widened in shock, did she just slapped him? How dare she!

He raised his gaze, and made to talk, but was ct shut with another one.

Leo made to attack her, but he stopped him.

"How dare you bastard! how dare you hurt my friend, and still got the guts to say it to my face! you're nothing but a beast Tristan!, you are an unfortunate being", she yelled, now crying seriously.

"Is she still alive?" He asked with a smirk on his face, and she raised her gaze, her eyes widened in shock.

Did he actually meant to kill her?, what does he mean by that?

"Your friend got what she deservs. Now leave my house this minute, and don't you ever in your miserable life, show your face, ever again!", he yelled, and turned to go, but stopped by her words.

"Does your fans out there knows that you're a beast?

Do they know that you're nothing, but a heartless monster?

Oh no, they don't, because if they know, they wouldn't wanna be fans to beast, a monster, a wolf in sheep's clothing", she said, now crying heavily.

He gulped down nothing, as he bit his lower lip angrily.

"Now you listen to me, you little monster, if anything happens to my friend, I promise you, I will fight you with everything in me, I will make sure I make you spend the rest of your life miserably, and I'll make you regret ever crossing path with me.

And when I'm done with you, that thing between your crotches, trust me, you'll never be able to use it, ever again", she said, with seriousness sounding in her voice.

He turned slowly, and faced her, he saw anger, hatred, vengeance in her face.

"This is not an empty threat, Tristan Williams, read my lips, I mean every single alphabet, in every single word I tell you.

Until then", she said, and with that, she walked away, leaving him stunned.

He stared at her, till she was out of sight. He scoffed and walked straight to his room.

It was late at night, he couldn't sleep, as Rossy's face kept popping on his head every second, he wasn't affected by everything she said, he'll take care of everything his own way, but what baffles him, is her guts.

Is she a human or one of Lucifer's descendant? No one had ever dared to lay a finger on him, how dare she slapped him?

He was gonna make her pay for everything, he will make her regret ever coming to this world, he'll sure make her regret ever meeting him, and when he's done with her, she'll know that nobody messes with him, and go scot-free.