When Tomorrow Comes Vanessa Ryker Novels & Stories

"I was just starting to get hungry. How was the rest of your afternoon?" ​"Busy, but good," Ryan said smoothly. He pulled back, looking into her eyes with absolute warmth. "Aunt Victoria is heading out early tomorrow morning, so it's just you and me this weekend. ​The next morning, the penthouse was bathed in a quiet, crisp Saturday light. ​Ryan was in the master bathroom. ​Vennessa stood by the kitchen island, quietly sipping her green tea. She looked entirely at peace in her oversized sweater, her hair thrown up into a casual clip.

"You can come to the party tomorrow night if you don't believe me. See for yourself, or better call Damian, I'll give you his number." Claire opened her mouth but closed it, clearly trying to find a way to argue but couldn't. "Anyway," Vanessa said, clapping her hands together, "I have so much to do, and make sure everything’s ready for tomorrow night. Come early.” "How–?” "Thank you all for coming. I'll see you tomorrow." She stood up and walked them to the door. The goodbyes were quick, awkward, full of suspicion which she didn't care about. She closed the door behind them and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She looked at her phone. She thought about her mother, hanging up on her an hour ago. Then she picked up the phone and called Marcus. He answered on the first ring. "Vanessa." "Marcus." "I thought you might call." "What do you have." "Not over the phone. Come to the diner on 112th and Broadway. Tomorrow. Noon. Bring cash." "How much cash." "You bring what you have. We will talk about how much I need." He hung up. Vanessa set the phone down slowly.

Vanessa took the file from Mrs Tom and sat on her office chair smiling, “ I just can't wait to see what will happen tomorrow “ she giggled to herself knowing fully well the board of directors will show Lena and Jayden he'll. Mrs Tom walked out of Vanessa’s office and quickly took a seat at the nearby chair, and brought out her phone to type. “ Vanessa just ordered me to tell Lena it's her shift tomorrow to get the conference hall cleaned and arranged! Doesn't this sound fishy?” She asked. “ Her shift? That's a lie, I can tell it's a setup. It's Tosi's shift next tomorrow!” Vicky replied. “ A board meeting tomorrow? It's the day out tomorrow right? Why the sudden board meeting?” Mercy asked.

Vanessa's dark eyes, calm face, and lips curled into a mean smile lit by studio lights filled the screen. My stomach dropped. “Good evening everyone,” Vanessa said sweetly. “I hope you’re all watching.” Adrian grabbed the remote and tried to turn the screen off, but no response. Nathan hit the side of the TV with his hand, but the video wouldn't move. “My name,” Vanessa continued, “is Vanessa Cross.” Leo’s grip on my hand tightened. “And today,” she said, raising her chin slightly, “the world needs to know the truth.” The room seemed to shrink around me.

Ryker looks at me, then back at Medley. 'Alice found out this morning, so she will probably inform Vanessa that the agreement is no longer happening today.' 'Right. Well then, Luna, if you'd like to come this way, with me, into the change rooms, and we'll try on some clothes,' she says. Following Medley, I ask Ryker, 'who is Vanessa'? 'She is just a friend who has always had a crush on me, but I wouldn't worry yourself over it too much,' he says.

Ryder stopped right in front of her towering over her five-foot-five frame, his chest rose and fell, still slick with sweat, a bead of it trailed down between his pecs. "Surprised, princess?" he said, voice low and husky, still rough from fucking. "Things are about to change around here." Vanessa kept talking, oblivious to the tension crackling like lightning. "We're moving into Ryder's mansion tomorrow. No more scraping by, honey. This is our new life!" Ryder's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "I'll take good care of you both," he murmured, the words dripping with double meaning.

Vanessa turned onto her side, facing him, her eyes heavy with sleep but still searching his. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said quietly. His throat tightened. “Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow.” She nodded, seemingly satisfied with that promise for now, and closed her eyes. Within minutes, her breathing evened out again, sleep reclaiming her. William remained seated on the edge of the bed long after. Tomorrow. The word felt heavy with consequence. He stared at the wall, his thoughts spiraling once more despite his efforts to contain them. Tomorrow meant facing Ava. Facing Camille again. Facing Vanessa’s questions. Facing the thin line between secrecy and ruin that he was now walking with every breath.

He later added, as she didn't say any other word, “Why did you stop me from leaving? Do you have something you want to tell me?” “Right”. Vanessa said, before she kept a serious face and went straight to the point, saying, “I'll spend the whole day with you tomorrow. That is, if you have any time to spare”. Xavier’s heart lightened up with delight. ‘That’s great news!’. He exclaimed inside his mind, while in reality, he kept a poker face. He tried his best not to sound overexcited as he replied to Vanessa, “I have free time tomorrow, lady Nessa. So, I accept. I will spend the whole day with you tomorrow”.

A clean break before Friday, before any of this becomes real in the public eye. I think about Ryan’s rumors. About Morrison. About my career circling the drain. I think about Adrian working eighteen hour days in a life so controlled he needs a binder to have a girlfriend. Me: “I’ll see you Friday at seven.” The response is immediate. Adrian: “Thank you, Zara.” I’m halfway home when another text comes through. Unknown: “Enjoy your briefing? Victor’s very thorough. But there’s one thing he can’t prepare you for: me. See you Friday, darling. - Vanessa”