It's been so long since the last time Ryder had been in this house, before now.
He'd been just a boy the last time he'd stood in this hallway, staring at the pictures that lined it's length.
The years he'd spent growing up here were the memories he was trying to let go of, he hated them most.
Just like he hated Paul.
And he'd made sure the man knew how much.
His eyes ran down the pictures in their gold frame that cost more than an averagely priced car.
He'd left with a vow to never come back here but yet, here he was, breaking that vow because fucking Paul had decided to have one more up on him even in death by willing all his assets to him - the estranged son.
Not that he needed any of it, he was a fucking boss of his own now, but not dealing with this will only let it accumulate tax and come ass biting in the future.
It grated his nerves more, knowing that he should have been on a vacation at some exotic location of his choice now, like the Maldives, not here.
And instead, this was the vacation he drew, dealing with a deceased man's spite for him.
God help him, because he was going to blow every dime of this money on the things that his old man had hated the most, every one of them.
He continued down the hall and into the sitting room, a bottle of rum in hand.
While he sat and drank the anger and resent that has grown inside him for years away, his mind trailed to the girl from last night.
Her fascinatingly brown curls, doe eyes that kept him captive Everytime he looked into them, drawing him in for all the wrong reasons, lips so red they.......
The point is, he shouldn't have brought her here, shouldn't have interfered or gotten involved with her life in the first place or mixed himself with her problems.
Things can only get messy from here, he could swear on it.
He was attracted to her, there's no denying that, probably more than he's been to anyone in recent memory.
But he's not the kind of guy to settle or be tied to some woman and she looked the type to easily get attached to the idea of them and that will only make breaking things off at the end of their charade, hard.
He'd been clear when he'd told her 'no strings attached', he'd meant ever word of it too and she'd agreed but she looked like it'd break her if she tried and the idea of hurting her, more than she already was, didn't sit well with him.
He liked her probably more than he should a temporal fling.
Her defiance intrigued him probably because it's been so long since anyone has tried that with him, and so did that brave try at bossing him around his kitchen this morning.
She was different from the sobbing mess he's brought home with him last night and he liked the fiery spirit he spied in her now.
She had a sharp tongue in that mouth of hers he knew would keep this interesting for him.
Her mouth.
He didn't want to be thinking about that particular part of her anatomy but damn.
He could close his eyes and remember every dip and curve of her full lips with their Cupid's bow arc.
In a moment of madness last night, he'd come so close to covering the juicy looking, luscious pair with his own just to see if they were as soft as they looked or taste as sweet.
She had him in the one spot he didn't want to be caught dead in - wanting and unable to do anything about it. Yet!
She inspired thoughts and wants he had no business entertaining now.
Maybe his offer hadn't been selfless after all.
He wanted her, she must know it too with the way she pulls that coy, innocence act around him, and he intend to have her in the course of their revenge scheme.
Every which way possible.
She'll keep him distracted from the weight of the business he really have here, the ugly, scaring memories.
She was what he needed.
A distraction, his distraction.
The last time he'd seen her though had been after breakfast.
He'd stooped and kicked below the belt with that one comment, the reminder that she'd pleaded for him to take her because he'd been her last resort.
He shouldn't have, but he had.
Maybe she'd gotten cold feet and ran when he wasn't looking.
She'd be saving them both from themselves if she had though.
He didn't bother with his glass anymore as he closed his lips over the bottle in his hand and took a gulp of his drink, feeling the alcohol trail down, slowly fueling his system.
He didn't want to be here alone, the memories would come back if he did.
He could hear it somewhere in his head as he took more swigs, the voice of the boy he'd been, crying, screaming...... begging them to stop.
He wasn't that boy anymore.
It had taken years to get over it, and he'd done everything not to be that weakling that had had to watch, endure, cry, stay in pain, pray, while his father laughed and drank himself to a stupor.
He slammed the bottle he'd been drinking from against the wall of the room, suddenly unable to withstand the smell of the alcohol.
It reminded him of his father and times like this made him fear he was becoming the man that Paul had been.
He stayed in his seat, his eyes closed shut, his head throbbing with flashes he didn't want to have.
Fuck them all.
Fuck having a bastard like Paul in his life.
The man has ruined him and remains the sole reason he was averse to the idea of loving a woman and starting a family of his own.
May the Lord forbid that he birth a child of his own.
It scared him to think that he might turn to treat his woman and his seed like he and his mother had been.
They were the people Paul had sworn to protect after all.
He was too scarred and too scared to try being a husband or worse........a father.
Bree's morning wasn't anything that she'd thought It would be.No, if anything, it had only gotten worse from the moment she'd stepped out of 'Mr saving stranger's gate this morning.The thought of sticking to his plan and keeping her end of their bargain had bugged her all morning till it was the only thing in her head, almost suffocating her.Of course, she'd needed an out, a breath of air that didn't remind her of her predicament.And that had been why she'd left his mansion of a house in the first place.Damn, the man had the money and he knew how to spend it too.It didn't take rocket science to realise the place she'd been brought to last night was one of the most affluent neighborhoods in this side of town, once she'd stepped outside his gates.You know, the type where everything is just too luxurious and over priced and everyone is expected to own at the least a ride or two.It had sucked like soggy pasta having to ferry hersel
Ryder woke with a throbbing head and eyes that hurt too much to keep open, to the ringing of his phone.He reached blindly for the annoying device, sliding his fingers across the across the screen to accept the call and shut it the fuck up."Ryder."He barked into the phone, his tone commanding and demanding immediate response."Hi, this is Roger Daniel, your father's lawyer. Didn't hear back from you concerning his will so I'm calling to check up with you."Ryder would have rather he didn't call and not so early too.Who the fuck calls someone this early in the morning."My house, 12pm." he said, his voice more threatening than informing.There were mumbles of disagreement that he didn't give a fuck about from the other end of the line just as he ended the call.He dumped the phone on his nightstand trying not to give in to the temptation of calling back at his office back at New York.He'd promised his team he'd take this
"Don't look at me like that, little one." Ryder said, as he stepped away from Bree.For a second there, he'd come as close as fuck to breaking the boundaries they'd unofficially set and take her against his door.She'd wanted it too, he'd seen the lust burn in her eyes, but he'd pulled back last minute.The timing was wrong.He plan to take her every which way she can offer, it was in the cards he'd offered, but not now, not this way.When he do take her, he wanted her to need not want him and he wanted that not so subtle look of guilt that had clouded her eyes gone.And when he gets buried so deep inside her, he wanted to see only raw desire for him taking her to a small rapture, nothing else."Like what?" her small, questioning voice queried, piercing through the fog of his thoughts."Like making you look at me like this is punishing." He deadpa
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Oh God!Bree has always known of her attraction to her host, from that still hazy first night at the bar to the morning after when she'd walked into his kitchen to find him shirtless and on his way to burning down the damn room in an attempt to cook.But that electrifying bolt of desire that had shot through her at the brief press of his supple lips against hers, that had been unexpected.And she wasn't sure she liked it, no she didn't.She hadn't seen that one coming. He shouldn't have kissed her for God's sake.She'd caught onto his game at some point after she'd interrupted their meeting, figured he'd been trying to give the lawyer Something to talk about when he leaves.You know, get the word spread across town faster, of their little involvement, with only little effort, and they'd been doing fine without the kiss.She's fickle and confused enough at the moment to add a sizzling sexual desire.And her body wasn't listening to the
Bree's had her fair share of kisses, at least she believes she has, ranging from her first with Greg, her highschool crush later turned boyfriend in her junior year of high school, to the last and that had been with Cole and definitely before her knowledge of his cheating episodes.But none of them prepared her for the feeling of Ryder's lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, doing madly sensual things to her and annihilating her sense of reasoning with it.Boy, could the man kiss!And he did it with the confidence of a man who knew his own virility and was proud of it and its achievements.God, what did she sign herself up for?Because if it involves kisses like this one, then she'd just gone and damned herself.She'd known this could happen, he hadn't promised celibacy in his bargain, but she didn't expect it to happen this soon or make her feel this way either.She wanted him closer, to feel his hard body against hers, have h
"Hey girl, it's lunch break and I'm going out, you coming?"Bree turned from her screen to the direction Nemy's voice had come from.It's been a couple days since she's been back at the office, thanks to that angel at her door who'd kept her promise of holding the storm here and had pulled every excuse in the book for her to keep her spot open.Bree owed her one for that.For someone who's always been about her own company, she's been enjoying being closer friends with Nemy.It felt nice having someone to talk to in this crazy bat shit period of her life."Snap out of it and decide already." Nemy chided,"My monsters are growling already."The comical look on her face as she pointed at her stomach made Bree laugh."I'll pass on this one, I still got a lot to finish. Go on and feed the monster Inc you carry around."Nemy let out a laugh in that pitch that is unmistakably and particularly hers."Grab yo
Since the afternoon he'd kissed her and then gone ahead to compliment the action with insulting words, Bree has done her best to stay out of Ryder's way.His words had done more harm than she was willing to let him see, so she avoided him instead, staying off his radar.Thankfully, it hadn't been a difficult task to accomplish in that big house they both lived in.His suddenly busy schedule was what she loved to think of as added bonus.And then she'd resumed her work here and everything has been so perfect.So why was he here now, towering over everyone else in the lobby with his intimidating height, in that stance that dares you to challenge him?"What are you doing here, Ryder?"He turned at the sound of her not so confident voice, looking at her with those annoyingly bland eyes of his.Bree would have felt good and better prepared for the moment if there was the slightest hint of emotion on his face cluing