14. Ryker
Ryker
I stepped back from Mila as she looked down the corridor. Troy came bounding through the hallway with a huge smile on his face and a big bouquet of flowers. “There you are, darling,” he said with a huge grin as he spied Mila.
“Hey,” she said weakly, and I could see her looking at me. I ignored her face as I knew I would break out laughing.
“I missed you this morning,” he said as he stopped in front of us. “I wish we could have shared the bed last night.” He gave her a light kiss on the lips. I wanted to smack him then, but instead kept a neutral expression on my face.
“So, what are the two of you going to do today?” I asked them with a congenial smile. “Planning on going for a ride in the Mercedes?” I looked at Mila and smiled widely. “Oh, wait, I don’t remember seeing the Benz in the driveway.” I frowned and looked at Troy. “What car did you bring?”
“What Mercedes-Benz?” Troy looked confused.
“The one you like to drive up the highway.” Mila gave him a look. “The convertible,” she prodded. “I told Ryker about it. I didn’t know you wanted to keep it a secret.”
“I, uh, yeah.” Troy gave me a look, and it was all I could do to stop from laughing.
I couldn’t believe that Mila was carrying on with this charade.
I hadn’t been prepared for the fact that she’d play along with it so long.
I’d thought she would lose it when Troy showed up out of nowhere.
The Troy she’d made up in her mind. The Troy I’d hired, whose real name was Mike.
I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Did she really think that Troy was real?
Was she crazy? I bit my lower lip to stop from laughing.
My best guess was that she thought that Lara, her crazy best friend, had hired Troy, and they hadn’t had a chance to talk about it.
I was going to enjoy staring at Mila’s face when she found out the truth.
I wasn’t sure what she’d say when she realized I knew that Troy didn’t exist. She’d be pissed.
Maybe she’d shout at me. Maybe she’d smack me.
Maybe she’d hold me tight and wrestle me to the ground and sit on me, pinning me down to the ground in her eagerness.
I almost groaned at the thought. That was wishful thinking on my side.
I wanted her to take her frustration out on me physically.
I’d love to feel her dominating me, taking control, making me beg her to let me loose.
I’d go along with it because I knew that after she made me beg, I would be making her beg. And I wouldn’t be showing mercy.
“So, what are your plans for the future?” I asked, my face serious as I stared at the two of them. “I hope your intentions are pure,” I said as I stared at Troy, one eyebrow raised.
“I, uh,” Troy stammered again and swallowed hard. He looked over at Mila, and I watched him stare at her body. “I was hoping I could take you to dinner tonight, just you and me,” he said softly. What the hell was he playing at? Was he seriously trying to take out Mila? My Mila!
“Um, where did you want to go, honey?” Mila said, her expressive face looking surprised as she gazed back at Troy. I wanted to grab her, pull her into my arms, and tell her to stop acting. I knew that Troy was a fake.
“Maybe seafood?” Troy said with a small smile. “I heard the lobster and crabs around here are good.”
“Yeah.” Mila nodded. “The lobster is amazing.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I said, interrupting their conversation, but talking only to Mila.
“Why not?” Mila asked, pursing her lips.
“Because I had plans for us for tonight,” I said and waved my fingers at her. “I thought we could do something.” I licked my lips slowly and then stepped back. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of that dessert you gave me last night.”
“What dessert?” Troy asked. “I’d like some too.”
“She only made enough for me.” I gave him a death stare. “There’s only enough for me to eat.”
“We can always share,” Troy said with a smile, and Mila giggled.
“Yeah, what do you think of that, Ryker?” Mila gave me a petulant look.
“I don’t share my dessert.” I stared into Mila’s eyes. “Ever.”
“I see,” Mila said, and I watched as she licked her lips nervously.
“Good,” I said and tapped my fingers against the wall. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty hungry right now.” I stretched and looked at her. “There’s a growling in my stomach,” I said softly. “A yearning in my belly. For seconds.”
“That must have been some dessert,” Troy said, looking like he was hungry himself.
I was going to have to take care of the Troy situation myself if Mila continued to go along with this farce.
Troy was getting a bit too into the role, acting as if he really had a shot at dating Mila.
I’d hit him so hard if he even thought about getting any of Mila’s cookies.
“It was,” I said. “Though I think Mila enjoyed my eating her dessert as much as I enjoyed eating it.” I gave him a cocky smirk. “There’s something so enjoyable about giving and receiving pleasure, don’t you think?”
“I guess.” Troy looked at me in confusion and back at Mila. “What did you make, brownies?”
“No,” Mila squeaked out.
“Yeah, tell your boyfriend, Troy, what it was you served me last night, Mila.” I let my hand fall right down the back of her butt. She jumped at my touch, and I tried to hold back a grin at her trembling.
“Something I’ll never be serving you again,” she said tightly, her face furious.
“What time shall we go to dinner, Troy?” She turned to him, and it was my turn to become furious.
Mila was not acting as I had expected. All her words and actions were out of line and not what I’d been expecting.
It annoyed me that she wasn’t playing along.
She was supposed to be like putty in my hands.
She had been like putty in my hands last night.
Shit, she’d been like putty to my tongue as well.
When I fucked her, I planned on going slow.
I was going to make her beg for it, and when she asked why, I was going to remind her of this moment and her dismissive tone toward me.
That would show her that I meant business.
I was growing hard just thinking about it…
Her legs flipped in the air, her ass off the mattress, her eyes rolling in her head in ecstasy and anticipation as she waited for her release.
“Ryker.” Mila’s voice was soft as she spoke, and I blinked down at her.
“Yes?” I said and then frowned. Troy was gone. “Where’s Troy?” I looked around.
“He just said bye. He needed to go to the restroom.”
“I see.”
“What do you think you’re playing at?” she hissed in a low voice. “How dare you mention to my boyfriend that I gave you dessert last night?”
“Would you rather I had shown him the dessert you gave me?” I asked, flicking my tongue against my lips.
“You really are a pig.”
“You really have no sense of humor,” I responded, grabbed her hands, and pulled her toward me. “You’re not really going to dinner with Troy tonight, are you?”
“Yes! Why shouldn’t I?” She tried to extricate herself from my embrace, so I turned and pushed her back against the wall.
“Why shouldn’t you?” I asked, my voice low as I pushed my hardness into her stomach.
“Ryker.” She moaned, her lips slightly parted. “I’m sorry about Barbie, but you can’t use me to try and make her jealous.”
“Barbie?” I laughed. “The girl who just slept with your brother? Do you really think we have anything going on?”
“You’re the one who brought her here and insinuated that…” Her voice trailed off. “Well, you know.”
“I’m single, Mila.” My lips brushed her cheek and moved closer to her mouth. “Very single.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked, her light brown eyes looking more confused than I’d ever seen them before.
“It’s funny that you should ask that,” I said, pretending to be nonchalant. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all weekend.
“Oh?” she said, eyes growing even wider.
“I have something for you to read,” I said and stepped back. This was important now. She had to understand what she was getting into.
“Read?” She wrinkled her nose. “Like a book?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Like a contract.”
“Contract?”
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “Come to my room with me now. We need to talk in private.”
“I told Troy I’d bring him some coffee,” she said and shook her head. “Maybe later.”
“Yeah.” It took everything in me not to shake her for bringing up Troy again.
I ran my hand up to her breast and rubbed my palm against her nipple instead.
Her face reddened, and her nipple pebbled.
“You go and talk to him, and then you come and find me later.” I leaned forward and kissed her with force, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while I pinched her nipple and pushed myself into her even harder.
She moaned against my lips, and I placed her hand on my back.
It was then that I moved away from her. All I had wanted was to remind her of how badly she wanted me as well.
“I’ll see you later,” I said and walked to my room, slowly and confidently, knowing she was watching me. She was probably wondering why I hadn’t tried to take things further again. She was probably feeling disappointed. I pulled out my phone and waited for my dad to answer.
“What’s the news, son?” he asked me abruptly, and I had a jolt of annoyance at his tone.
“It’ll happen this weekend, Dad. It’ll definitely happen this weekend,” I said and then hung up and put my phone down on the dresser.
I pulled off my clothes, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and made sure the water was cold.
I stepped in and closed my eyes, willing my body not to react to the freezing cold water that rained down on me.
I stood there taking my cold shower with nerves of steel, and all I could think about was Mila and what was about to happen.
Everything was about to change, and all I could hope was that everything went according to plan.
If one thing went wrong, my whole life would be ruined.