DAWN.
I clamp my hand over my lips at the sound of Ryder falling off the bed before gazing at Byran who's standing by the door with a frown set upon his lips. When did he get home? Had he seen Ryder?
"Dawn, can I speak to you for a minute?"
He asks, not even bothering to acknowledge Ryder, and I nod, telling him I will be out in a second before his frame disappears once again.
"That was harsh, Princess. "
Ryder's voice brings my attention back to him and I, for some stupid reasons, let my gaze fall to his lips, which the bastard probably noticed because he smirked at me.
"It's all yours, Dawn. Anytime and anywhere, all yours to claim whenever you wish. "
He speaks softly and I move my gaze away from him, feeling the fast beats of my heart against my chest.
This needs to stop. Ryder Smith is slowly crawling his way under my skin again, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get him off if he gets there
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DAWN. "Yes, we need to," I nod my head at Elijah, who has an unreadable expression across his face at the moment. But I don't really care. I just need an explanation of everything that's going on with him. "Can I come in?" He asks and I look back at Bryan, who's still standing in the kitchen and now has his hands buried in his hair. A pang of guilt hit me as the thought that I might have been too hard on him crosses my mind but it doesn't take much for that thought to dissolve away, knowing this is the only way I could do that. He needs to get his shit together, and he definitely needs to respect my own fucking privacy. "Yes, come in. " I turn back to Elijah, stepping to the side for him to walk in and closing the door behind him once he's in. I watch Elijah's eyes go to Bryan, at the same time Bryan finds his. They both stare at his each other intensely before Bryan directs his gaze to me, the look of h
DAWN. Life can be hilarious sometimes. Very funny, at times. Weeks ago, and probably even days, I would have let Elijah make his move. Hell! I would have welcomed it with open arms. I would have loved to feel his lips against mine, his body pressed against mine and the thumps of hearts against chests. I would have loved to be in his arms because I believed in that passion–still do. But when Elijah's gaze falls to my lips, and he moves to lay a claim against them, I press hands against his hard chest. Stopping what I know is about to happen. Stopping what I often craved for, but at this moment makes me feel very guilty. I stop him from giving me that pleasure of feeling him against mine. Not because I stopped feeling that way towards him. Not because I stopped caring. Not because I stopped desiring him and definitely not because I didn't want him to, but because he is here. He was there. Ryder was there.
DAWN. "You promise that you're no longer mad at me and we are alright?" Bryan asks from the hundredth time today as I stir my coffee, rolling my eyes at him for his question, which I'm finding irritating. "Bryan, for the hundredth time; I am not mad at you. I told you this already, you apologized and everything is fine between us. I wouldn't have accepted to go there today if I were still mad. " I tell him and he nods with a wide grin stretched across his face before walking to where I stand pressed against the kitchen counter. "Thank you, and I believe you're going to ace this. I know you're a smart woman and this will just be a piece of cake. " He smoothes his hands down my arms, and I let out a nervous chuckle. When everything was alright, I would have had confidence in myself but everything in my life had been rocky and stressful and I have been lacking back in my studies. Acing this doesn't seem lik
DAWN. I stare at Ryder, surprised, with thousands of thoughts running through my mind. What is he doing here? How the hell is he here? How the fuck does he look so good in that suit? Why do I want to touch him so badly? Why does seeing his face make me miss him even more? All those thoughts, however, dissolve as soon as my eyes lands on the woman who's perched beside him; staring between the two of us as if we are some kind of movie. Who the fuck is she? I don't think I have seen that face before. The elevator dings, bringing our attention back to it, and I clear my throat, smoothing my hands down my skirt for the thousandth time this morning before preparing to walk out, only for Ryder's sudden grip on my wrist to pull me back. I stare down at the firm grip on me before raising my gaze to meet his, but he's currently looking at the woman who still looks very surprised and now with a frown etched on his face. Yeah, take
DAWN. "You're going to be the fucking death of me!" He growls before dipping his head down and laying his claim over my lips, mashing his against mine, using his grip on my waist to bring my body flushed against his large one—impossibly close to each other. As our lips collide and he ravages my mouth like it's the last and only thing keeping him alive, like it's his only last string of insanity, awakening within the depth of me passion that drips between my thighs and have my pussy clench against my thong, creaming the poor thing. I can no longer hide how I feel about this man. I have been for so fucking long and it's become so damn unbearable. So fucking tiring. I can no longer hide the feelings that burst in me with every slight touch of his. With every kiss escaping his lips that I greedily take. With every moan that slips through my parted lips, which he captures greedily, and soft velvet kisses that seem so fucking wild and roug
DAWN."You okay?"Ryder asks as the elevator comes to a stop again. He had it running in the fear of being caught fucking in the private thing for CEOs like him; I don't blame the man if he is a little cautious."I am, "I tell him, voice barely raising over a whisper. I'm most definitely okay, more than okay if you ask me and sour. Very sour.This man will truly be the death of me one day, and there's no doubt in that."Can you stand?"He asks as he grabs me by my hips, slowly loosening his grip on me so I can move in a straight position instead of the bent one I had been."Yes, I think I can move just alright. You can let go of me now. "I tell him and he hums before dropping his grip from my hips, raising me to stand against the steel of the elevator wall—the material feeling icy against the thin fabric of my shirt."Now you can tell me why you were here. "Ryder
RYDER. I was not expecting it. I was not expecting a lot of things. For instance, seeing her run towards the elevator. The feelings that tugged at my heart when I raised my gaze from Mrs Gold and realized my woman was here, running towards me. Not really towards me, but she was fucking here. The way I have missed her. The way I have craved for her. Nothing else but her presence; it was driving me insane because it was constantly on my mind. I needed to see her, just for once. Just for a bit, just her face alone. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't go to her because I knew it wouldn't be her fucking face again. We were going to do things if I went to her, things that would have made me so happy but would have distracted me and distraction is so far from what I need right now. So many things happen that she still doesn't know about. Things that I dread to tell her. Sarah has drawn the line. She has star
ELIJAH. I stare into the thin air impatiently, my fingers drumming against the table absentmindedly as her thoughts fill my mind. Dawn Meek. A fucking rare species. Quite different from the girls I've come across. She has this ability to control your mind and your decisions without even realising it and it'll take a damn powerful man to resist that woman's charms. I all but wanted to get into her pants the first day I met her. She looked beautiful. Beautiful and wild, which is the exact type of girls I'm into. But then I got involved with her and realized she isn't just a wild girl who's after fucking any man that looks her way. She's different. A fucking different tornado — she's just different. She's the unexpected one. She is the girl you never saw coming, the unexpected one who calms you, centers you, and still she turns out to be the one you trip over love for when you had least ex