RyderWhen I held her, she was soft and her breath was shaking. For once, her eyes weren't wide with surprise. Instead, they were closed and she was just waiting. We both knew I could get her right there. I played around with my fingers, imagining pushing her up against the stucco side of the wall and shoving that thin black fabric up around her waist. I'd pick her up, put my hand over her mouth, and slam into her.I saw it all.Even what happened next.I was ashamed of myself, so I pushed her away before I could make my dream come true. "Stay away from me, Lexie," I growled, staying in the shadows even as she stumbled back out into the streetlights. "Either that, or I'll send you back to Ohio, where you belong."Her eyes got smaller and brighter. When I said something mean, her mouth, which was swollen from my rough kiss earlier in the club, dropped open. She started to say something, but she must have changed her mind because all of a sudden she turned and ran down the street. I wat
LexieAt first, I was too overwhelmed to properly process what Ryder had been saying to me. It wasn't until I was back in the condo and in a secure environment that I recalled what he had said.Keep your distance from me, Lexie. Or I'll have to ship you off to Ohio, where it is more appropriate for you to be.Would he turn me around and send me back? I reached under the bed and pulled out my suitcase, then began jerkily unzipping it as feelings of embarrassment and rage began to course through my body. I wasn't going to give him control over my life and let him manipulate my circumstances based on his whims and fancies. When he was in a benevolent mood, he would walk this way; when he was in a malicious mood, he would walk that way.Alternately generous and vindictive in their behavior. I ripped Samantha's dress off of her and threw it over my head before putting on some jeans and a t-shirt. After that, I began removing the remaining items of my clothing from their hangers and hurling
RyderI responded with a grin and a firm "No way, Mina!" I didn't want to be rude to my executive assistant because she was expecting a child. Not when she had taken care of all of my work and personal responsibilities for the past ten years, found solutions to every problem, and never once threatened to quit even when things got strange. And there was a lot of strange stuff to do at this job.She was someone I considered to be my sister, and she could count on me for anything.However, this is not the case.Mina placed both hands on her hips before continuing. "Ryder, I've never asked you to do anything else in your life other than this fucking thing."I responded with "No, that's not true." "I'm always getting asked for things by you."She stopped for a second to give it some thought.I retracted my chair and started counting the objects on my fingers as I did so. You stayed in my apartment in Paris the year before last. The month before last, I bought you tickets to see the premier
LexieMy entire life had been spent adhering to the guidelines, but something about Ryder sparked a level of irresponsibility in me that I had been completely oblivious to before. Being in his presence was similar to taking a drug. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time because I knew he was playing the role of Hollywood's kingmaker while he was sitting behind that massive desk right behind me. Frequently, I had the impression that I could sense him keeping an eye on me, but whenever I had a valid excuse to turn my head to the side and steal a peek in his direction, I saw that he was looking elsewhere.Aside from the first morning, there was not a single moment that was just the two of us. When he was in need of something, he would contact Mina. He never stayed behind for lunch. I didn't know if he did that all the time or if it was a new habit he'd developed to avoid being left alone with me when Mina went to the cafeteria in the building where we were both working. I was there
RyderMina texted me while I was at happy hour.The courier arrived with a package. A Contract? Send Lexie to your place with it. It'll be at your desk."What's the matter?" Lyndon asked astutely when he saw my face change.“Nothing.” I put my phone back in my pocket and picked up my beer. I tried to listen to what Michael was saying, but the image of Lexie in my head made it hard for me to focus. I had to keep my muscles tight so they wouldn't spring into action and carry me home to meet her. It would be very, very stupid to even try.I drained my beer.Or maybe I needed to go home and make sure she knew in no uncertain terms that she should never come back. Even if God himself told her to drop something off at my place, she had better leave it with the fucking concierge.And then I remembered that I looked at her Instagram page on my home computer a few nights ago. Fuck. Had I ever closed it? Was there a chance at all that she would look at my computer? My home one was not password
LexieI didn't know why I was following Ryder. He had his fingers tightly around mine, and something in him seemed to have changed. When he pulled me close to him by the bed, he kissed me more gently. He'd stopped yelling at whatever force kept pulling us together, and he'd stopped trying to get rid of me from his life, his penthouse, and his bedroom. He touched my bare arms, which made me shiver.I knew I should tell him something, but I just couldn't do it. He might stop if I did. If he had known he would be my first. He might force himself to act morally by making it into something bigger than it was. But this was the right choice. I knew it in my bones, just like I knew that every boy I'd been close to before him wasn't right. Hadn't been enough.So I didn't say anything. Instead, I touched him. I took advantage of the fact that he was now calm and ran my hands over his thick muscles. Smoothed them over his chest muscles and his strong, corded shoulders. He took off the clasp on m
RyderAs soon as Lexie left, I made up my mind. I had to get rid of her so this wouldn't happen again. I shouldn't have let things between us get so bad. And I would have never done it if I had known it was her first time. That's what I told myself, at least. I couldn't say why I did it a second and then a third time, except that she made me do it. I didn't have a clear head around her, and now I had to fucking clean up this mess. I'd never been with a virgin before—Kim was my first, but I wasn't hers—but I thought it meant something when one chose you. meant more than what I was willing to give.Getting Lexie out of my office was the first step in getting her out of my life. I called the best divorce lawyer for celebrities in town to see if I could get Lexie an internship in her office. She had worked for a few of my clients, and we had been friends for a long time. We had crossed the line between friends and lovers a few times, but neither of us had ever wanted more.When she picked
LexieDamian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-year-old just the night before, the age gap between us would have seemed much larger than it actually was. He was thirty-one years old. It appeared to be too young now. And he was entirely too serious. Every kind deed he performed brought back memories of Ryder's brusque manner. The contrast between h
Ryder - SIX WEEKS LATERLexie and I flew to Croatia on December 26. I told her we could go anywhere for a week, so I was surprised when she said she wanted to go there."Not the Aspen house?" I asked.She put her hand on her stomach and gave a shrug."Maybe the year after. Even if I could ski right now, I wouldn't be able to.""Then how about someplace warm?" I put my hands over hers and wrapped my arms around her from behind. Even though her stomach looked as flat as ever, I thought I could feel the start of a bump."There's a pool that's warm. That's all I can take." She leaned back so far that her head rested on my chest. Her golden hair smelled like the rosewater shampoo I was using every day since it nowww became a fixture in my bathroom.Our bathroom."What's so special about Croatia?" I asked to find out what was going on. At this time of year, it was cold and rainy. I thought it was interesting to see the snow-covered castles and Plitvie Lakes National Park, but I was surprise
LexieI was hoping to wake up to the aroma of apple turnovers or pumpkin bread when I got up, but I didn't smell either of those things. Instead, it was the sweet and nutty aroma of freshly brewed coffee that hit me first. I shifted in my position in the bed and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma while simultaneously pondering its source. My mother always had a pot of coffee on hand for her best friend and next-door neighbor Lorraine, but my sister and I would much rather drink soda or tea. It seemed like an odd time to start brewing it for us at this point in time.As I padded out of the room, I put on an old, tattered robe that I had worn in high school and was half expecting to see Lorraine seated at the table. Instead, I was confronted by Ryder.Even though he had his back turned to me, I recognized him right away.As my jaw dropped open, my eyes travelled from his broad shoulders to the expression on my mother's face. She gave me a gentle smile. "How are you doing today?"I w
RyderWhen I was in the air, approximately halfway to the East Coast and the inevitable, Lyndon gave me a call. He inquired as to whether or not I desired for him to take any action in regard to Kim.What are you going to do about her? I echoed. "I thought you said you didn't have anything," the person asked.He said it in a matter-of-fact manner, "I told you I hadn't found anything."I understood what he meant. He always carried something in the pocket behind his back. A frame, a fix up, a trap. Should he put Kim in one? Did I want him to?I gave it some thought as I fixed my gaze on the back of the seat in front of me. If Lyndon were able to conjure up an incriminating counter to what Kim had on me, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier. Despite the fact that Samantha loved her very much, she had long since lost Samantha's ability to give her the benefit of the doubt. She would be aware that accusing me of setting her up would only serve to drive a wedge between her and Saman
LexieAfter I left Ryder’s place, I wandered around LA for hours, unable to face going to Samantha’s condo. There were too many memories there. I’d find somewhere else to go. Anywhere. But when the rain kicked up, I admitted defeat and made my way back. I had to walk past Ryder’s apartment building to get there, and I forced myself to look straight ahead. I wouldn’t look up longingly at the penthouse, and I definitely wouldn’t turn my head to stare into the lobby in hopes that he was emerging from it. I couldn’t stop my ears from listening for him though. Desperately hoping to hear my name break through the quiet night. And then to hear an explanation. An apology. And I couldn’t stop my mind from creating the picture of our reunion — romantic as a movie in the pouring rain.But it never came. Instead, I just got soaking wet by walking so slowly, and I ended up in Samantha’s condo alone.I couldn’t leave this late at night, but I could do the next best thing. For the second time, I yan
RyderAfter Lexie had left, I stood there transfixed on the elevator for the duration of the meaningless time that passed. Perhaps it was only a minute, or perhaps it lasted the whole night. When I finally tore my eyes away from what I was looking at, it was still night. That was all I knew. The air had become cooler, and the fiery red clouds that had been hovering just above were now beginning to move across the sky. In Los Angeles, the aroma of rain was neither musty nor clean. It had a flavor reminiscent of metal. A bitter aftertaste to linger. As soon as I stepped outside, I inhaled deeply of its fresh air. The first drops of rain were already beginning to fall gently. The blazing flames within the candles trembled angrily as they evaded the petty spats that were occurring between them.I stood there in front of the table for an additional uncountable amount of time, taking everything in. She'd gotten herself into a bit of a pickle. The carbonara and fettuccine were both dishes th
LexieWhen I should have been shaking with fear, I was instead overcome with an overwhelming sense of happiness. My more rational and logical side worked hard to calm it down.What exactly makes you happy about life right now? You are only twenty-three years old. You have not even begun your studies in the legal field. You intend to advance your professional life while taking care of a child? That's going to be... interesting.It's funny, because I never realized how condescending my rationalist mind could be until now. I responded to it in a defensive manner. Absolutely, there will be plenty of excitement. And amazing. Ryder accomplished this feat when he was only nineteen years old, and I can do it too. In addition to that, I won't be going at it by myself.Is that so?The internal debate that I was having with myself was interrupted by a quavering sensation of dread. When I saw the positive sign on the pregnancy test, it was like seeing the future in front of me at the same time. R
RyderFor a very long time, it appeared to those who were looking in from the outside that I was the very best person in the entire world. I had accomplished everything I had planned to do when I was a scared-shitless nineteen-year-old kid who thought he only had one chance to make a life for himself and his baby daughter. I had believed that I only had one chance to provide a good life for my daughter. My name has always been associated with achievement. It gave people I cared about the opportunity to demonstrate what they were capable of doing. My youngest child was almost finished with college and would soon be able to succeed at anything she set her mind to. I had so much money that I didn't know what to do with it, and I had so many houses that I didn't know where to put myself. Even real friends, which were even more difficult to come by in this town than success, were on my side. In point of fact, they only cohabitated on occasion. I was aware that I should be confident because
LexieAfter Ryder dropped Samantha off at the airport on Monday at noon, I went to his penthouse to wait for him there. It was eerie how similar it was to being back in familiar surroundings. As I went from place to place, I stopped to examine the vegetation. As if they had known each other for years. As soon as I entered his room, I was overcome with a surge of excitement. Soon. Soon.When he arrived, I was so excited that I couldn't help but run into his arms as soon as I saw him.He had the ability to catch me, and then he lifted me into the air. After wrapping both of my legs around his waist and both of my arms around his neck, I climbed on top of him and laid down. It was a wonderful experience to be squished up against him in this manner. A release that was not solely attributable to sexual activity. I was concerned about him.When we were both naked and lying in bed later, I told him, "I missed you.""Me, too. I missed you." It was very cute, but the way he was rubbing his thu
RyderThere were a lot of factors contributing to why Samantha's visit was so distressing.To begin, I am proud to say that I have never lied to my daughter in the past. Now I did nothing else. The answers to even the most basic questions had to be lies.Where have you been that you are now so dressed up and so late?Toil and trouble.Who among these actresses would like to play the role of my stepmother this week?No one special.Don't you love Lexie?It is fine with her.As a result of her visit, I was unable to see Lexie for a period of three days. Not really see her that often, anyway. On Friday, while I was in the middle of negotiating a contract, I couldn't help but look at the back of her head instead of the document. Because I was accustomed to spending Friday night and the entirety of Saturday with Lexie, those days now feel depressingly empty to me. Then there was the time that we all went out to dinner on a Sunday night, and it was a terrible experience. I hadn't seen her s