The visit to her father had upset Bree so much she found herself crying through her ride home.
She must have been a really horrid person in her past life to have been handed someone as terrible as Jeffery for a father.
That must be it because he's really lousy at the job.
And now she has to go home to Ryder.
The thought didn't excite her at all or bring any atom of comfort because that was a different kind of purgatory.
Though Ryder was nothing like her father, didn't strike her as the kind of man that would stoop that low, he was a different kind of cruel.
And he made it clear as day that he despised her.
It made her wonder why, and again, why he'd gone out of his way to throw her his deal if he hated her that much.
Surely, he could have easily found someone else to do it, someone he hates less.
The man was a mystery to her and she wasn't sure he was one she wanted to solve.
The answer might be more than she's re
By the time they were halfway through the bottle, Bree was feeling less sorry for herself and more light headed.No surprise there, she's never really been one with a head for alcohol.It surprised her though that she'd drank up her tab at Glitz the night she'd met Ryder.Must have been all the pent up anger from her break up fueling her body's metabolism of the damn thing and allowing her gulp down so much.Usually, it took about the second or third glass to knock her out.And she was dangerously close to her limit now.She fiddled with her glass though, not letting it down for a refill. She should have known to call it quits earlier than this, but it's never too late, hmmm.A moment later, she dumped the glass on the table abruptly, still aware of his intense orbs fixed on her like he was trying to figure her out or something, and stood up."Thank you for inviting me up, 'twas nice drinking with you, Rydie." She muttered.
Ryder wasn't thinking at the moment, no, he want thinking at all.The only thing that mattered to him was the woman in his arms, kissing him back like her life depended on it.She'd been hurt, he could tell, taste it and being called frigid had had it's toll on her mentally.But fact is, whoever called her that must not have so much as touched her.She was a fire cracker in his arms even as he just loved on her lips and he wanted to show her that she wasn't frigid in any sense of the word.He'd been in control, biting back on his desire for his enemy's daughter, until she'd parted those rosy lips of hers and begged him to show her that she was desirable.The control he'd prided himself on wielding snapped in that instant and here he was showing her how much she made him want her.Having her was in his cards, but not now, not like this, a
Jeffery Mathew isn't a man to scare easily, but the news of 'Paul's bastard' back in town scared him.He remembered him, a small, shy, little thing.He'd looked forward most to those nights they'd go for drinks at Paul's and get to have some fun with his wimp.It's been many years since he's last heard anything about the boy, but Daniel Rogers, the lawyer, had sounded so sure when he'd mentioned him .Something about being back in town to deal with Paul's will and his properties.He didn't want to consider the fact that his return to this town has to do with anything other than that.He couldn't stomach the thought of the man Ryder Steele has become coming for them.But somewhere in his mind, he knew the day they've all been praying against was closer now than they'd expected it.The day he'd come back to pay them for what they'd done to him as a boy.He had no regrets whatsoever for what they'd done to him, his father h
The music in the random bar Ryder had driven himself was extremely loud.No, it wasn't the same one he'd met Bree in, if you were wondering.For someone who came to poach the territory and pick himself a lay for the night, he was doing a bad job of socialising.He'd chosen a table in the corner of room, far back and very dimly lit and for the past half an hour he's just been watching and drinking.And while he toyed with his glass of chosen poison, he sat scowling at every body that even dared to look back in his direction.There've been girls in and out of the room, all kinds of girls, from the innocent looking ones that looked like they'd lost their way and somehow ended up in here, to the ones that makes your blood boil because they dressed to be poached.But none of them seed to be what he needed, he seemed to be immune to all their charm and sexiness and
It was the noise downstairs that woke Bree from the micro nap she'd indulged in that had somehow managed to turn into full blown sleep.Being a light sleeper has always been a bitch even though it did have it's pris, especially right now when she really needed the damn sleep.She groaned as she got off the bed, knowing her unruly hair would be all over the place already.She had the strands trying to get into her face for confirmation.There was that sound again, jerking her to a stop, it was like someone was trying to force something open, maybe a door.Her heart missed a beat as she stood rooted to her spot, listening and hoping she'd heard wrong.That definitely didn't sound like Ryder coming in, he does have a key to the front door and won't need breaking the front door to come in.Didn't sound good to her.She went out of
The fucking closet.That was the best she could come up with?Fuck!!Ryder wanted to pull the woman lying in his bed into his arms and shake her senses back.She wouldn't be out like a night light if she'd called the cops first before texting him or after, at that, and if she'd stayed out of the damned closet.He should have no business worrying about her, because this was the point right, to hurt her father by hurting her?But his heart had missed a beat when he'd found her in her closet, eyes shut and struggling to breath instead and there was that fisting somewhere in his thorax as he watched her sleep it off.He wasn't sure which it had been, a panic attack, claustrophobia or a panic attack initiated by claustrophobia.She hasn't said anything to him since he found her, except murmuring his name at intervals like
"They didn't."The voice droning in his ears was the last thing he wanted to hear but Ryder sat still listening to the recording."What the fuck do you mean by that?"It's been years since he's heard that answering voice but he recognized it in a split second, knew exactly who it belonged to.He'd know it anywhere, cause he'd had all their voices tattooed to memory.Fucking Nathan Stone.Of course he'd remember the pig, he'd been the tallest of the group and the most abusive.Billonaire owner of Stone enterprises, ruthless and a fucking swine at heart."Fucking Paul and his doors, you know, a fact we should have considered before sending the two fools we did. They couldn't get in before he returned, with the whole damn police department.""Cops?" Nathan asked, in that monotone voice he uses when puppetting others or commanding answers.There was a brief pause filled by nerve wrecking silence, but he sat still inst
There was some kind of subtle shift in their relationship in the moment, and Bree was enjoying every second of it.It was obviously taking Ryder effort to keep up with his new found tenderness for her that probably won't last, but the effort mattered.She was still caught wondering what had happened while she'd been asleep that had caused the shift, but it didn't really matter, did it?Maybe it had everything to do with what had happened earlier, maybe not."So claustrophobia?" He asked as if he could see into her head at the moment.He had his eyes on her, eyes that were dark, beautiful and questioning."Uhmm...."The question he'd asked was an open one, she could either wave it off with a lie or trust him enough to share that piece of herself with him."Not really, it was......more of the darkness than the space that freaked me out. I'm nyctophobic."He raised a brow at her answer, drawing her eyes to his face, a