The city’s skyline shimmered like a fallen galaxy outside the windows of Ryan’s penthouse, but Elena had no eyes for the view. The elevator chimed softly as the penthouse doors opened, revealing the quiet luxury of Ryan’s private world. It was exactly like him — powerful, restrained, decadent.Elena barely had time to take in the view before Ryan’s hands were on her, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hall. Elena gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her straight through the long hallway and into his bedroom.“Ryan…..”His room was the only place that felt soft in the entire penthouse — plush bed, sheer curtains rippling in the night breeze, an enormous window wall that looked out over the sparkling city. It was the first time Elena entered his bedroom, else she had been to his study only. He laid her down on the bed like she was something fragile, like the moment was something that had to be memoriz
The world was buzzing outside Elena’s window, but inside her room, everything was painfully still. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps of her red gown. The silk clung to her curves like liquid fire, the slit up her thigh revealing just enough skin to be dangerous.“Ryan would lose his mind if he saw me in this.” Her fingers hovered above her phone again. Her stomach twisted. He hadn’t called since last night. Not a single text. “He’s busy. He said he would be.”But logic didn’t stop the ache in her chest.Elena stared at her reflection. She looked breathtaking, but inside, she felt hollow. Her eyes looked tired, rimmed with slight shadows even beneath her concealer. Her heart twisted inside her chest with a dull, persistent ache. She missed him.“Get it together,” she muttered to herself.Avonlea burst into the room, already dressed in her sleek black gown, her curls pinned into an elegant updo. “Oh. My. God.”Elena turned. “Too much?”“Too much? You l
Ryan had left this morning. Now Elena was sad, thinking she had to spend the next 3 days without him. “God! How I’m gonna survive these days without Ryan? Now even an hour without him feels miserable, each and every moment feels like an eternity. What have you done to me, Ryan Johnson? Are you missing me the same way I’m missing you?”Elena was still on her bed, thinking of Ryan. Not being able to take this anymore, she decided to send him a text.ELENA: Have you reached safely? What are you doing?After sending the text, she kept her phone away, not waiting for his reply immediately, knowing he would be busy, more precisely she was not expecting one. Maybe to prove her wrong, her phone vibrated within a minute. RYAN: Finally you remembered me!Elena felt she was on cloud nine. She tried to keep herself busy since the time she got to know he was leaving, but nothing could get his thoughts out of her mind. ELENA: I thought you must be busy. Are you in office?When is your meeting?
The late afternoon sun stretched lazily over the school courtyard, coating everything in a warm amber hue. The final bell rang, and Elena shoved her books into her bag with uncharacteristic haste.Her eyes swept across the street beyond the school gates. She spotted Ryan’s black Aston Martin idling near the school gate, just a glimpse of polished chrome and tinted windows, but enough to make her pulse spike. She glanced around, scanning the crowd for teachers or anyone who might recognize him or, worse, her walking toward his car.“Elena! Wait up!” Avonlea called from behind her.Elena adjusted her bag strap, forcing a casual smile. “Sorry, I’ve got plans.”Avonlea’s eyes narrowed. “With who?”“Just errands.”“Uh-huh.” Avonlea crossed her arms.She smiled at her best friend politely before disappearing behind the side gate, keeping her head down, her steps swift and silent.The passenger door clicked open before she even reached it.Ryan lounged in the driver’s seat, one hand draped o
Elena’s breath was still uneven when she slowly rolled off the bed, trembling from the aftermath of Ryan’s merciless attention. She looked over at him who was still lying on her bed the same way, watching her with a lazy, satisfied smirk. His hand lazily trailed down her bare thigh, clearly in no rush to move.But Elena’s mind had already begun to race. She glanced at the window. The gray clouds had long drifted away, leaving golden streaks of late afternoon sun spilling across the sky.“You need to go.”Ryan’s brow lifted. “Why? Afraid you’ll start begging again?”She scowled, cheeks burning. “I’m serious. The rain’s stopped. Dad’s gonna be home any minute.”But his smirk didn’t waver. “And?”She shot him a glare. “And we’re in my bedroom. You’re in his sweatpants. You just ate me out like your last meal, and the door isn’t locked.” Elena pulled up the thin strap of her crop top, yanked her leggings up, and tossed his shirt at him. “We need to look normal, Ryan.”Ryan’s lips curved a
Elena handed a pair of her father’s clothes to Ryan.“They’re dad’s. You can wear them for now. I’ll give yours to dry,” she said, avoiding Ryan's gaze.Ryan arched a brow, picking up the dark gray t-shirt and black sweatpants. "You want me to wear your father's clothes while I'm in your bedroom?"Her cheeks flamed. "Just change. I'll be back."She grabbed her own change, a crop top and leggings, and fled to the guest bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her, and she sagged against it, pressing her palms to her flushed face.“You're such an idiot, Elena!”The mirror reflected her soaked state, her hair plastered to her neck, her thin tee nearly transparent. She peeled it off with trembling fingers, her skin still humming from the way Ryan had looked at her in the rain.On the other hand, Ryan stared at the closed bedroom door and exhaled sharply. The rain had soaked through everything, leaving his skin chilled. He tossed the shirt onto the chair near Elena's desk, then unbuckled his