Novel & Cerita Ryder James

I raised an eyebrow. “This is… your filing system?” Ryder snorted softly. “I’m an engineer. I know where ore is and how to extract it safely and economically. I also did marketing… once. But I’m not an accountant.” “You could hire someone,” I said honestly. He fell silent for a moment, then dropped himself into a chair, making it creak. “I never thought of it.” He rubbed his face. “I think there’s something I missed here. Something I might be able to use as solid evidence.”

“Juice please.” I opened the folder about the RYD Estate. It gave me an overview of their company. Their mission, vision, employees, awards and recognition and then their other achievements. The last page was about the CEO of the RYD Estate and my eyes widened after I saw a familiar name printed on the paper. Rogue Adams Ryder? Huh? Rogue Adams? Was it the same Rogue Adams I know? I gasped. If this is the same Rogue Adams I have in my mind, then he’s not an ordinary person. He’s filthy rich and…he didn’t tell me? It’s not like he’s obligated to tell me everything. I didn’t ask him either.

My face felt hot, and I prayed Jasper didn’t notice. Ryder didn’t look away from me. “What’s her name?” he asked Jasper. Jasper laughed. “Why? You don’t need her name. She’s a Breeder.” The word made my stomach turn. I stared at the floor. Ryder’s face stayed calm. “Even animals have names,” he said. “Or do you just forget the ones you can’t control?” Jasper’s smirk twitched. “You’ll get her soon enough. That’s all you need to know.”

a deep voice stated from the doorway. I gasped and turned my head very fast. Ryder stood leaning against the wooden doorframe of the dining room. He wore a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, and his broad shoulders blocked the hallway light. His amber eyes were fixed on the empty porcelain cup resting on my saucer, and he looked at me with intense curiosity. He walked into the room, and the heavy scent of dark pine filled my sharpened senses immediately. "I saw you pour it into the dirt," Ryder said as he stopped right next to my chair. He leaned down until his face was inches from mine, and his voice dropped into a low, vibrating whisper. "Why are you hiding things from your mother, Jaslyn?

James arched an eyebrow, making me feel even more stupid. "What I mean is," I corrected myself quickly, "you're wrong. I'm married. My husband has been in London; he'll be in New York next month for his son's birthday." James smirked knowingly as he reached for the glass on the table and took a sip. "You should know, out of all people you could lie to, I'm the worst choice, Miss Ryder. You still have your maiden name. If you were really married, wouldn't you be using your husband's name?"

Ryder seemed deep in thought. “I have a better idea,” he said. “My uncle has a Financial Services Company in LA. He had offered me a job but I didn’t want to go since my girlfriend refused to accompany me to LA. But now that I’ve broken up with her, I think I want to go to LA. The pay will be good and I can stay in one of my uncle’s apartments for free,” said Ryder. Brandon smiled at his friend and closed the laptop.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

Ryder’s at the table too, of course. Ryder barely said a word at dinner. Which, in Ryder-speak, meant he was furious. I tried not to squirm under his stare, but it was impossible. Every time I glanced up, I caught him watching me, his green eyes dark and stormy looking intensely at me. “Hungry?” James asks, leaning back with his tie loosened around his neck. “Not really,” I answer, forcing myself to meet his gaze while ignoring Ryder’s glare burning into me from across the table. “How was the meeting?”

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

He wanted my rankings. My championships. My sponsors. Now he wanted Allie. I walked back to the table and opened the file again. There had to be a weakness. Everyone had one. Money. Women. Family. Fear. Pride. No one was untouchable. I began reading from the beginning again, slower this time. Chase Alexander Ryder. Age twenty-eight. Born into a wealthy and respected sporting family. His father, Ethan Ryder, had been a famous hockey player before retiring. His mother, Evelyn, had worked as a sports therapist before leaving her career to raise their children.