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 break and keep out of their business until he gets back.
They trust him to and in turn he's learning to trust them not to fuck things up in his absence.
They'd promised to call if anything they can't handle comes up too.
No such call yet so why go hound them like an overprotective mum.
Ryder Tech isn't going to burn down because he's learning to delegate.
He got out of bed, groaning.
His muscles were sore and protesting being stretched and his head wouldn't stop throbbing.
Fucking hangover, it's the only thing that can make him feel so sick in the morning and he couldn't even remember drinking.
Okay, yeah he did. Yesterday was coming back to him in a flood and he hated that he'd slipped and let his emotions get the best of him.
The anger, hatred and avid resentment, he'd let it fuel him until he'd needed a bottle to numb it and he'd indulged.
He remembered being in that hallway, swamped by the ugliest of the memories and wishing he could haul Paul back from the dead so he can do the fucking honors of sending him back there worse.
The emotions he'd worked so hard to bury were surging to the surface, begging to be freed and he hated it.
It made him feel weak, like less the man he knows he's become.
The man he is now shouldn't need to drown in alcohol to numb the pain of his past.
He's worked to get past it all, there should have been no relapse.
But the memories of yesterday only came so far.
He didn't remember coming up the stairs to this room and he didn't remember getting out of his clothes and into bed.
Vaguely though, and somewhere at the back of his mind, he thought he remembered her coming back for him.
It was ironic that he entertained such thought anymore, because all his no one has ever come back for him.
It'd take an angel to, not her, the chick whose life he'd decided he's about to fuck with.
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Bree stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused on what to do.
She'd have to call for help if she goes up there one more time and that grumpy, handsome devil is still out.
She's gone to his room to check up on him thrice now and in those three times, he was as dead to the world as a log of wood.
It scared her to think that something could actually be wrong with him, well, other than the insane amount of alcohol he seemed to have invested while she was out.
There should be a log book around here somewhere with a number she can call for help or something.
A doctor maybe.
The only question holding her back was, how the fuck would she explain her presence in the house of a man whose name she didn't even know.
She'd be taken before she can spell her name right, and if he doesn't wake, she can kiss ever seeing the light of day again good bye.
She shouldn't have left in the first place and she should have made him draw up a valid contact with his name on it.
Everything inside her screamed for her to cut her loses now and run while she still could, and for the love of all that is holy, she couldn't tell why she was doing the exact opposite.
Maybe it was because he hadn't left her ass the day she'd drank herself close to death or a kind of savior complex going on for her, but either way, she found herself right outside his door.
Without giving herself time to overthink and bail, she gripped the door knob and turned, pushing the door open.
Wrong move, because instead of lying in bed, out as like a log, he stood in the middle of the room in all his masculine glory, covered only by the briefs that was doing a good job of cupping his impressive package to perfection.
She gulped and turned away from him, silently counting to ten and reminding her body beyond reason that it has no business wanting this man.
But boy, did he look good with bed tousled hair and morning looks, with that ripped body on display.
She heard him chuckle at her reaction before his sexy drawl reached her ears in his usual accusation.
"Puritan." he called her.
"If I didn't know you've had a boyfriend, I'd have thought you a virgin too. Ever seen your man naked or do you make him fuck you in the dark, hmm?"
Her face flushed red at his words and she turned to glare at him.
"I'm not a puritan and my sex life with Cole or what it had been is absolutely none of your fucking business."
He stared at her like she was amusing and then that forbidden smirk that causes a strange weakness in her knees appeared.
"Not a puritan, huh." he asked as he took steps in her direction.
There was no break in his stride, until he had her pressed against his door, her body trapped between the door and his mass of solid muscles.
His hand reached down to take hers, his eyes holding hers captive.
Her hand was so small compared to his, so dainty and he held it like he was scared he'd break it.
He lifted it with intent, his eyes trained on her the whole time.
She felt the warm contact of his skin even before she had the courage to look.
"Prove it, princess. Touch me."
There was something in the way he said it, in the way he looked at her.
His hand left hers on his chest as he waited for her to do something, anything.
She wasn't a puritan like he keeps accusing her, but for the life of her she couldn't move her hands on his body.
If she does, she wouldn't know how to stop, she wouldn't want to and in some way, she'd be betraying her memories with Cole.
It was stupid but still what it was.
It might be the beginning of something she'd regret later, so why try.
She pulled her hand away like his skin and the muscles beneath it suddenly scalded her.
"Please put some clothes on."
She said in a small, breathless voice, her eyes avoiding his.
She heard rather than saw the smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Told you, puritan." he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive love.
She's always thought it impossible, but his deep and lazy drawl had moisture pooling between her thighs.
He was a man out of her dark fantasies and that will only make their bargain harder than she'd expected.
That is if they still have one.
Oh God!
"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
There were voices down stairs, he could hear them from his room and he knew exactly who they were.He felt the pasta he'd had for dinner coming up his tract rapidly, a strong urge to retch gripping him, hard.But he bit it back, holding on stronger.Not this night.He quickly ran to the door of his room, locking it and taking the key with him.This is the first time he's done something about his night terror and hopefully, it'd be the last time he'll have to.Maybe they'd finally be able to tell he didn't want this, never did.Fuck Paul and his perverted friends, they were disgusting, old men who didn't know when to call quits.The voices got louder and he could smell the alcohol he knew they were drowning in all the way from up here.That should h
She complicated his plan.Before he'd come into this town, Ryder had believed himself impenetrable and incapable of feeling anything, but since her he's been feeling conflicted with his plan.She hadn't been there when her father and his had made his life a living nightmare, just like the one he'd just had, but she was still an offspring of a man that he despised so much and the key to everything he's slowly setting in motion.He couldn't do away with her yet, but everytime he let out his bottled up anger on her, the confused hurt that answered him back from her eyes made him feel lower than a scum bag.No, it didn't bring him the satisfaction he'd expected, the tears he caused her made him want to wipe them away.And in the end, he finds himself caught in a vicious cycle because he can't help letting that anger go on her.He wanted to go to her room and apologise, but it's been so long since he'd done that he doubted he'd even know the righ