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( CHAPTER TWELVE: KISS THE GIRL AND MAKE HER CRY ) September, 1990.
❛you don't want to be an enemy of tyler cain. ❜
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Anna knew Tyler Cain was trouble from the moment he walked into her life. The signs were clear. She was eighteen years old when they met, and to the naked eye, he was every lovely, bad-boy stereotype brought to life. Tattoos, piercing eyes and a devilish smile. He exuded danger, it was simply in his nature. Of course she didn't realise it at first, she was too blinded by his smooth pick-up lines and flirty smile to even consider that the man could quite literally—ruin her life. But of course, she would come to learn that the hard way.
It was the autumn of 1990, and Anna was a bright-eyed, ambitious college student that just moved to New York from Massachusetts. The New York Institute of Arts & Design was a prestigious school that specifically catered to her desires of becoming a professional fashion designer. It was her dream, and it certainly didn't disappoint.
During her first week in the big apple, Anna was coerced by her preppy friends to spend her first 'Friday night' at a club. She couldn't refuse—there was no reason to. She was young, free and ambitious, how could she say no to a little fun? When Anna arrived, the club was filled with a diverse crowd.
It was the perfect opportunity to meet people, perhaps even form lifelong friends or possible business partners. A lot of young people in New York found great opportunities while mingling at the bar. But little did Anna know, only one connection would make an impression. While her friends gravitated towards the dance floor, Anna's pretty figure bounced up to the bar to order a round of drinks. She was dressed in a fitted red dress, tall heels and bold makeup which complimented her warm brown complexion, and frankly she wasn't dressing to impress that night. But she did impress someone.
And when he sauntered up to her, she smelt the danger before she could see his face. "You know, wearing red is a good thing in this city," it was a deep, smooth male voice that spoke. When Anna turned her head, the image before her was simply... delightful. A tall man with paled olive skin, a short brown head of coiled hair and a face that was sculpted to perfection. Cheekbones, jawline, lips, he was perfect.
"Is that right?" Anna questioned, turning towards the male flirtatiously. "U-huh," he hummed back, elbow smoothly leaning on the bar counter, "In fact, they say that wearin' red attracts some good people."
"So, are you one of those good people?" Anna asked, jutting her chin forward in a playful attempt to encourage whatever was happening between the two. "That depends, I can be good," the man said, his eyes trickling over her frame sensually, "Or, if you prefer, I can be bad."
