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
Bree didn't like having her hair flying in the ruffling morning breeze and into her face in the process, but the unruly strands keep escaping the ponytail she'd caught it in and were doing exactly that.If only she'd gotten her mum's beautiful, rich locks that were so easily tamed and stays put for hours on end.She stood outside, in that cool morning breeze, clutching her purse in an unconscious show of nervousness.She hated being here and waiting only intensified the feeling."We're ready for visitors, miss." A young girl that looked barely out of highschool called to her, distracting her from her thoughts.She was probably one of those nice student volunteers that came around here from time to time."Thank you." Bree answered her with a tight smile, bracing herself to face this.She did the breath therapy thing she'd watched on all those mental preparation videos on YouTube before dragging her suddenly heavy limbs inside.T
The information that stared back at Ryder from the screen of his high tech laptop just served to solidify his plan to tweak Jeffery Mathew using his precious little daughter.From what he's read so far, the man was bankrupt in every meaning of the word and the only good thing he's probably got going for him is daddy's little princess, Brianna, who he now have in his grasp.The gear has finally fallen into place and his whole game plan just became set in motion.That old fucker, so help him God, is gonna play his hound dog, sniffing out the others for him and delivering their asses to him.Wouldn't be too hard now seeing as he had Daddy's little princess exactly where he wanted her.She's been out since the early hours of the morning, and he knew it wasn't work she'd left for.First it was the weekend and they didn't work on weekends and second, he knew of the phone call she'd taken a couple nights ago that had instigated her absence.
The visit to her father had upset Bree so much she found herself crying through her ride home.She must have been a really horrid person in her past life to have been handed someone as terrible as Jeffery for a father.That must be it because he's really lousy at the job.And now she has to go home to Ryder.The thought didn't excite her at all or bring any atom of comfort because that was a different kind of purgatory.Though Ryder was nothing like her father, didn't strike her as the kind of man that would stoop that low, he was a different kind of cruel.And he made it clear as day that he despised her.It made her wonder why, and again, why he'd gone out of his way to throw her his deal if he hated her that much.Surely, he could have easily found someone else to do it, someone he hates less.The man was a mystery to her and she wasn't sure he was one she wanted to solve.The answer might be more than she's re
By the time they were halfway through the bottle, Bree was feeling less sorry for herself and more light headed.No surprise there, she's never really been one with a head for alcohol.It surprised her though that she'd drank up her tab at Glitz the night she'd met Ryder.Must have been all the pent up anger from her break up fueling her body's metabolism of the damn thing and allowing her gulp down so much.Usually, it took about the second or third glass to knock her out.And she was dangerously close to her limit now.She fiddled with her glass though, not letting it down for a refill. She should have known to call it quits earlier than this, but it's never too late, hmmm.A moment later, she dumped the glass on the table abruptly, still aware of his intense orbs fixed on her like he was trying to figure her out or something, and stood up."Thank you for inviting me up, 'twas nice drinking with you, Rydie." She muttered.
Ryder wasn't thinking at the moment, no, he want thinking at all.The only thing that mattered to him was the woman in his arms, kissing him back like her life depended on it.She'd been hurt, he could tell, taste it and being called frigid had had it's toll on her mentally.But fact is, whoever called her that must not have so much as touched her.She was a fire cracker in his arms even as he just loved on her lips and he wanted to show her that she wasn't frigid in any sense of the word.He'd been in control, biting back on his desire for his enemy's daughter, until she'd parted those rosy lips of hers and begged him to show her that she was desirable.The control he'd prided himself on wielding snapped in that instant and here he was showing her how much she made him want her.Having her was in his cards, but not now, not like this, a
Jeffery Mathew isn't a man to scare easily, but the news of 'Paul's bastard' back in town scared him.He remembered him, a small, shy, little thing.He'd looked forward most to those nights they'd go for drinks at Paul's and get to have some fun with his wimp.It's been many years since he's last heard anything about the boy, but Daniel Rogers, the lawyer, had sounded so sure when he'd mentioned him .Something about being back in town to deal with Paul's will and his properties.He didn't want to consider the fact that his return to this town has to do with anything other than that.He couldn't stomach the thought of the man Ryder Steele has become coming for them.But somewhere in his mind, he knew the day they've all been praying against was closer now than they'd expected it.The day he'd come back to pay them for what they'd done to him as a boy.He had no regrets whatsoever for what they'd done to him, his father h
The music in the random bar Ryder had driven himself was extremely loud.No, it wasn't the same one he'd met Bree in, if you were wondering.For someone who came to poach the territory and pick himself a lay for the night, he was doing a bad job of socialising.He'd chosen a table in the corner of room, far back and very dimly lit and for the past half an hour he's just been watching and drinking.And while he toyed with his glass of chosen poison, he sat scowling at every body that even dared to look back in his direction.There've been girls in and out of the room, all kinds of girls, from the innocent looking ones that looked like they'd lost their way and somehow ended up in here, to the ones that makes your blood boil because they dressed to be poached.But none of them seed to be what he needed, he seemed to be immune to all their charm and sexiness and
Her box laid open in the middle of their bed while Bree went around the room, taking anything she thought she'd need and throwing them inside it.She's procrastinated this packing for a while now but it needed to be done and as a matter of fact now that Ryder was still at the office.She didn't want him to come home and find she was the only one delaying the vacation he'd taken the whole month to plan for them.Yeah, a vacation, more like a honeymoon except the kids, Karen and Issy, the new nanny, were coming too.In the couple of years that's passed, a lot has happened, none of which she regretted one bit.Not learning how damaged how husband had been before he waltzed into her life or that his plan had been to use her as pawn in his schemes to get revenge, none of it.That last part had hit harder than the rest, knowing that she could have so easily suffered for the crimes of someone who didn't even give two piece of flying shit about her.She'd taken her time to digest that piece
"You know you'll never hurt Xander, right?" She asked him quietly, and honestly, she had no idea what that did for him.He didnt know that, he's been afraid of that since he knew he was expecting a soon too and maybe, just maybe, that has affected his relationship with his baby.He wondered if she'd noticed, all the times he'd opt to hold Lexie instead of him, afraid that whatever had made his father get so awfully abusive to him might be nestled somewhere inside him.What if it was a bad trait living inside him too, waiting to grow and make him a monster too?It was the sole reason he hadn't wanted kids, ever, but Bree had come into his life and many things had changed with her presence.She'd made him want things that he had no right wanting, made him be live he deserved some good things in his life and now here they were, with two kids, one of them a boy......just like he'd been."I need you to understand this Ry, you'll never be like your father. You are a good man, one of the best
Bree knew that Ryder had gone through a lot growing up, hrll she knew he had had it tough growing up and has dealt with his fair share of traumatic experience, but abuse at ten?That was a lot to digest.It must have been so difficult for him, a different kind of hell even to loose the one person that genuinely loved him and have the other person who was supposed to love him now resort to abusing and molesting him instead.She couldn't stop the tears that rolled down the sides of her face as she listened to him tell it in that voice of his that couldn't choose between indifference, anger and pain.She could imagine him, so innocent, so small, so hurt and yet do afraid of the monster he calls father.No wonder his father snd hers had gotten so along together and had even made it as close friends.They were both bad pedophilic men, cut from the same nasty cloth.".......and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he started bringing his friends over."Her breath caught in her throat s
Before he got into bed, Ryder had already made up his mind to tell Bree everything that she wanted to know about him and why he turned out the way he did.He didn't want a fight like the last time, that had been an absolute hell, and he didnt want to let his past keep winning.He wanted to get it out there, he needed to.This morning had shown him that, he might never be over those horrid incidents but it would be better to know he tried.And if he had to share it with anyone, then why not her? Why not the woman he was ready to spend the rest of his life with?Even though he hasn't popped the question, he knew that was his truth, he's been ready for that step for a while now and he'd ask her anytime from now."Baby please...."Her voice called his mind back from wandering off.He opened his mouth to, but the words weren't coming, his tongue sat heavy in his mouth, unmoving, while the forbidden images he's fought so hard to keep at bay flooded his head.His hand that held her close sque
Bree didnt know which bothered her the most this night between a tantrum throwing Xander who wouldn't calm down to anything and a Ryder she'd watched all day start to recoil into himself.But she'd be damned if he thought that she'd let him do that to both of them again.Not this time around, no.It was surprising still how fast his mood had swung from after she found him in the sittingroom with the last people on earth she expected to see today.He'd been okay at first, talking with them and even playing smug with her when she'd called him out on knowing they had guests snd not mentioning.But as the discussion in the room had settled more between herself and Larry, encompassing how much things had changed back home from when she left up until now and stuff, she'd noticed the start of his withdrawal. By the time Larry had come around filling her in on what had been decided on the case of her father, Nathan and Brandon, he'd been about ready to combust.She'd noticed, and before she c
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Ryder, centered around the two new men in the house and the babies they came to visit, mostly.It was nice to see Bree around other people that wasn't him and the kids, to see her around her own crowd.She needed this, he knew, because in these past months it's been just himself, the kids and Karen in her life, which wasn'tideal for anyone really.It must have been difficult for her, not having anyone or anywhere to go, especially in the times he'd been an absolute asshole to her and she must have needed someone to vent to, but she'd endured it without complaint.He hated that she had though, she should have said something, done something, but she hadn't and he couldn't even lay the blames at her doorstep now.He'd been all that she'd had here, away from her family, biological and adopted, and he'd fucked up royally.These thoughts and accusations in his head while he watched her bloom like a flower having its first taste of sunshine in a while
The memory of what happened in the bathroom stayed with Bree while she had her soak in the tub and an accompanying nice bath, making her flush every now and again.She never expected it to feel this good again, but Ryder had broken every of her doubts with how easily he'd made her body sing and how intensely he'd made her come.Her legs still felt shaky even after time had passed and she was out of the one room that now held a different memory for her.She'd worried that he didnt want her anymore since the babies came and mentally, she blamed it on her postpartum body and the scar that lined her flesh, the scar that marked her first step into motherhood.And those thoughts had almost made her hate it and herself too.But this morning, barely an hour ago, he'd shown her that she'd been worrying for nothing really.Her body ached sweetly even as she got dressed up, still humming from his sinful ministrations.The room was empty which means he'd taken the babies with him on his way out, s
"Then stay."That sentence, made only of two words, in that moment, sounded more powerful than any argument Ryder could think of.He wanted to, fuck, he's dreamed of staying, like she was asking him to and doing the things she was suggesting, but the fears he'd parroted to her were real for him.He didn't want to hurt her, shes been through enough in recent times to add that to her plate and he knew he might with how rough this could easily turn.She had no idea what she did to him, to his control and without it, he could do things that both of them would only regret later....While his head turned and tossed the pros and cons of indulging their flaming desires and fantasies right now, his eyes followed her body's slow descent until she dropped to her knees before him.She looked like an angel to him, in fact to him she was one, just naughtier and more tempting to his already thin control.Her dainty fingers reached up to the waistband of the sweatpants he had on and he just watched as
"Ryder.......please......"Bree could hardly believe the voice saying these words belonged to her.She sounded so different to her own self and that was probably because it's been a long while since she's had Ryder touch her like this.She was almost beginning to think they'd hit a drought in their sex life before this morning happened.The no sex rule made sense during her recuperation period she could understand, but even before that and then after, he'd still been reluctant to touch her in an suggestive way.It had bothered her enough to make her believe it was because she looked hideous to him now with her scars and all, but the eyes that had taken in every inch of her body just minutes ago had cleared her of worries.He wanted her snd he wasn't hiding that either.She arched her body as his fingers found her other nipple, catching it between his forefinger and his thumb and rubbing it mercilessly till she thought she'd come from the pleasure.Initially, she'd been afraid she might