Bree woke up totally hung over with a headache threatening to blow her head open.
She knew she'd look like someone out of a zombie apocalypse movie, with her hair all over her face, but that was the least of her worries.
The throbbing in her head was borderline unbearable and it hurt to even move, but if it was any consolation, the bed she was in was just as comfy as it was soft.
Feather soft and definitely too good to be hers.
She cracked an eyelid open even though all she wanted to do was crawl in some very dark hole to nurse her throbbing head with an extra dose of sleep.
One look around confirmed her fears that this in fact wasn't her room.
The only reason she wasn't screaming yet was because she wasn't in any form of restraints or confinement.
That was a good sign right?
And yeah, you guessed it, it'd hurt like a scalded bitch if she tried.
She rolled out of the king sized bed, dragging her sore, rebelling body out.
How many drinks did she have again last night?
Obviously more than she should have indulged and that's probably the reason she felt like a long chewed and spat out gum.
She didn't want to spare a thought on the reason she'd ended up in the bar in the first place, it was fuck anyways.
But that memory lane brought to mind another that she really couldn't place her fingers on.
She dragged herself about the room as she tried to figure out how she'd ended up here.
Her memory lasted up until the time she came into Glitz, the bar, angry and tearing and that's it.
The rest was hazy and teasing.
The sheer size of the room put her averagely sized one to shame and she wondered how anyone could keep a solely white themed room spotless.
The bathroom was a luxury she could kill for with it's gold fittings and fixtures but she settled for just brushing her teeth with some new brush she'd found in the cabinet.
With her mouth brushed, face washed and unruly curls tamed into a bun she'd learnt in highschool, she was half ready to venture out in search of the missing pieces of this jigsaw puzzle.
And probably some aspirin too for her killer headache.
She turned the knob on the door, glad that it gave way and wasn't locked.
She might have resorted to that screaming if it had been.
There was a short hallway leading from her door to the top landing of a grand staircase adorned with golden banisters.
From what she's seen, it was easy to deduce that whoever owned this place was insanely loaded.
There was a distracting noise from somewhere downstairs and she knew whatever it was she was looking for, she had to go down there to find.
She went down the stairs as quietly as she could manage, careful not to make any noise or place the wrong footing as she went down.
Everywhere in the house was too bright for her poor, straining and hurtful eyes but she was maximizing the best of their visual as best as she could.
Just like she expected, the stairs lead to an exquisitely furnished sitting room with tasteful interior decorations and walls adorned with artworks.
There was something about the rich mocha theme and the silk finishes that affirmed her earlier decision on the owner of the place being monied.
She didn't have enough time to admire it all as another wracking noise came from somewhere south of the room, followed by barely audible streams of colorful curses.
She could perceive the choking smell of something burning too so she let her lower limbs ferry her in the direction of the noise and unpleasant smell.
Eventually, she found herself standing in a large kitchen with state of the art equipments and decor.
Even the utensils around the made her eyes roll.
They just had to put their money out in every trivial details probably to show their visitors that they were better off.
Looks arrogant and pretentious to her, if you asked.
Her roaming eyes came to an abrupt stop as they fell on the man in the room.
The one that was responsible for all the cursing and noise.
Damn, 'hot' was the only word that came to mind.
Standing in front of the gas stove and hauling smoking pans into the sink was a shirtless man in low hanging sweatpants with a back sculpted like a Greek god's.
He stood with his back straight in a posture and a gait that betrayed accustomed power and commendable strength.
He had a foul mouth befitting of a drunk sailor and an air of arrogance in his poise that struck something in her memory of last night.
"Do you need help?"
She asked as she watched him throw on yet another pan on top the lit burner of the stove.
He paused mid movement, those defined broad shoulders of his squaring before he turned to face her.
And boy, did he live up to her expectations, maybe even more.
Cole had nothing on this one, absolutely nothing.
He was easily the most handsome man she's seen yet and the tallest too, standing at a proud six foot four inches.
But his face wasn't the catch for her with it's angry, dark eyes and a nose that looked to have been broken at least once.
No sir, it was that beautifully carved out torso that complimented that drool worthy back.
'Sculpted to perfection' was the phrase that came to mind as she admired him.
His low hanging sweats wasn't helping as it allowed her a teasing peak of a vee line that leads to God knows what and evenly tanned skin.
The man was gorgeous, she'd give him that.
And though she was yet to find out how she'd ended up in the same house as this fine specimen of a man, she knew she was fucked.
"Being ogled is not an act I enjoy."
He deadpanned, his face devoid of any emotions.
She swallowed hard as her face colored in deep embarrassment from being caught in her not so discreet admiration.
"Shouldn't you still be in bed dealing with a hangover or something?"
He asked with the least interest she's received yet, still sounding pissed.
Well, a diamond back rattler, no fun.
"Thanks for your concern but I'm fine and I'd rather be here to stop you from burning us both to death."
She replied him with enough sarcasm to match his level of pissy, asshole attitude.
It was a surprise to her that they'd ended up together because she didn't do arrogant assholes, no matter how handsome they are.
"What's it gonna be though? My help or you're taking another shot at blazing everything in here to ashes."
His face hardened as he looked at her, probably weighing her gut.
He went back to his business without a word to her, moving with the litheness and grace of a wild cat.
It was another minute before he grunted, "just keep out of my way."
She'd expected him to say something of the likes so no surprise there.
It'd have been too good to be true if he had a sweet attitude to match all that handsomeness.
There's always something off with them.
"With an attitude like yours, it's no surprise all you are cooking up this morning is smoke and fire."
She told him without batting a lash or caring that she was the intruder in his kitchen.
She started on the eggs for an omelette just as the pan he'd put on went to smokes, again.
She doubted he's manned a kitchen alone before, she doubted he's manned the kitchen at all before for more than a coffee.
His nails looked manicured and buffed to perfection and nothing like the nails of someone who busied their hands cutting veggies all day or making complex dishes.
She took over his kitchen seamlessly, making edible eggs, toast and bacon using the ingredients he'd brought out and a few more from the fridge.
The fridge was almost empty, like no one's bothered to stock it in a while but she made do with what he had.
It was oddly therapeutic making breakfast that she almost forgot about the brooding man in the room with her.
Well, Almost.
Bree's host didn't like having the control of his kitchen whisked away from him and he looked it.But she didn't give a dam about it.The only other option would have been to let him get something burning again or spend all morning trying.She wasn't a fan of the former neither did she have all morning to dedicate to his endless and utterly unsuccessful culinary practice.She finished up with the food and went on to serve it with no help whatsoever from Sir Broods-alot.Standing by the table she'd set, she waited, meeting his glare with an unwavering stare of her own until he caved in and pulled himself a seat.They silently dug into their food, a heavy silence swallowing them and disconcerting Bree.The only sound in the room was of their breathing and of cutleries meeting fine china.She waited until they were both done eating before she asked the one question that's been niggling her mind since she woke up in the room that wasn't he
Bree stood from the table abruptly, clearing it of the plates they'd used to eat as she did.Her mind was caught in the offer he'd just made her.He's a stranger yes, but she been the one to open up to him and now he was offering her a way to the revenge she deserved.She could have easily agreed to his terms and conditions but she needed time to think this through and decide it's what she wanted.If she was doing this, it means she'd have to get used to him whose name she still didn't know and she'd also have to get used to his potty mouth and searing bluntness.It didn't help that she'll also have to learn enough control to keep her hands to herself and her thoughts out of the drain around him.He'd been very clear and precise on the 'no strings attached' point and if she was going to keep to that, she'd have to not get involved with him at all.Well fuckedy fuck-ery', isn't that just peachy."You asked how you got here...."
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 choic
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
The meeting with the lawyer took more time than Ryder had given it credit for.Apparently, Paul had been a better business man than he'd been a father.He had a long list of successful business exploits and investments, all of which Ryder is supposed to inherit now.If things had been different, it might have made him happy to accept this, but now, it only left a void inside him that only keeps widening and getting darker, eating him up from the insides.This felt like a payoff for the nightmares he'd endured at hands of these men.And a payoff is not what he needed, he wanted his revenge for the nights he cried himself to sleep, begging for death because he hated himself.It had taken a lot of therapy and compartmentalizing to deal with the shit they'd dunked him in, he wasn't taking this as a plea.No, he was taking it out of spite, resolved to burn down all that his old man had suffered for, like a raging inferno.He'd zoned o
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