Bree dreaded going to see Jeffery, like she always did, but today it seemed the lesser evil when thrown against facing Ryder after last night.
The night had been beautiful and she didn't want anything to ruin it, not even the man that had made it special for her.
She sighed as she dressed up, she'd spent a greater part of her morning in the bath sponging off and now her skin hurt as the closest contact.
She made sure Ryder was still in bed, at least his room, before she snuck out.
If there's one thing she really sucks at, it was the morning after talk, and she'd rather not have it with man as enigmatic as he was volatile.
And those were the words she'd use to describe Ryder in a heartbeat.
To think she'd understand him better after having lived with him in the same house for a month plus now.
The home was already running for the day when she arrived abd it gave her the chills to be here again and so soon.
The back of her neck p
Bree came home feeling dirtier than a pig in the swamp, covered in mud.She'd allowed those old fools paw her like an object, and throw their smelly breath in her face, and for what?And to her shame, she hadn't fought because she'd been scared and numb while they brought back buried memories.She hated Jeffery so much it hurt, but this visit just sent the intensity with which she did to the heavens and back.She couldn't stand herself and all she could think about on her way back was scrubbing the filth away from her body in the bath until she feels totally scrubbed and clean of their touch.Hot tears rolled down her eyes even as she tried to bite them back, her life was seeming more like a curse with every new day.Yeah, she understood it now, for some crime she'd committed in her past life, she was being punished with her only living parent.If only she knew what that crime was and how she could make up for it.And their req
When Ryder woke up, it was to a cold, empty space next to him and no sign of Bree.It was almost like last night didn't happen and if he didn't still feel slightly sore from all that love making and raw passion, he might believe that it didn't after all.His room was devoid of any trace of her, except for her lingering scent in his sheets and pillows.It teased his nostrils and brought back vivid memories of last night, sweet memories of milky skin and fluid movement and it angered him so much that she'd bailed on him before even the rising of the sun.It was his pride as much as his feelings that was hurt, in all his life as a man, he's never had a woman disappear from his bed in the morning after, he'd always been the one doing all the running from all of them and their commitment traps.To have him taste the other side of that knife was hell, it made him so mad to consider the reasons she might have had.It all sets the flaws at his feet
Bree's morning was already ruined with her visit to her father, but it had taken Bernett's hard voice calling her to his office to make it considerably worse.His face had been hard as rock and his voice had been even worse.And his words had cut deep when he'd called her a whore, throwing herself cheap to score points in his firm.The filth dripping from his lips had been foreign to her ears as she had no idea what he'd been talking about.She'd had no knowledge of what Nathan Stone looked like in the flesh until this morning, and yet he made his accusations with no remorse or respect to her womanhood.He'd accused her of doing despicable things to worm her way into Nathan Stone's favor and disregarding the rules of the firm because of the man's influence.It had taken everything in her to keep mute and listen to him insult her very birth and existence.She'd taken it all because he was the boss and she needed the money he pays at th
She'd had no explanations to give, nothing not even warmth or apology.Ryder understood, he'd been way in over his head and he was sorry about that.He'd been off the mark to think that this could be anything other than a deal and his revenge scheme.For her, he'd been steering from that a bit.For some reason, she'd crawled deeper into her own head and it was just like they'd never been naked and burning in each other's arms.He didn't give a fuck' what it was, she should have been decent enough to tell him what had gone wrong, but she hadn't even been able to look him in the eyes and give any reason.He took it at face value for what it was, letting the anger and disdain he felt fuel his intent and main reason for being here.She was a mistake that shouldn't have happened, at least it was what he believed and it made accepting this easier.If avoiding him was an art, in the next few days, Bree became the fucking Picasso of it
The attack on his company softwares was more than he'd thought and it had taken a lot more effort to control. He'd spent the rest of the day stuck in the damn task dealing with some fuckers and doing a lot of recoding. No fucker was allowed to infiltrate his company system and cause harm, he'd been breed to cut off such hoes. And if he'd been in town, he'd have turned the hella until he had them pleading underneath his heels. He cuddled thoughts of flying out, back to base and away from this life he was living here. Sometimes, it becomes like too much efforts wasted on men who've lived most of their lives, happy, while he'd drowned in the aftermath of their sins and perversion. They owed him but it was becoming too much effort to make them pay. And while stuck in the game, he'd realised he was letting himself become vulnerable, he was letting the hardness that Ryder Steele was reputable for go for a woman who didn't want him af
Over the next few days though, they barely ever saw each other.Bree was caught at work with the deadline beats and clamouring clients bombarding them with work, so she was barely ever at home.And Ryder had himself invested in his purpose for being back here.He planned to be done from here as soon as possible and get out before the press sees through Marrow's plan and come raging for him.He'd gone to see Roger, the lawyer guy, on hastening the liquidation process.With that cleared, he'd just have to take his strikes and finally take a break from revenge.That shit only served to drain, leaving nothing in its wake except an emptiness that can never be filled.That's why he needed to be done sooner rather than later, it'd be easier to deal with now.With what he already had in his arsenal, it just took getting his hands dirty and getting in one too many back doors to have everything he needed to see Brandon crawl.He c
Bree came to, in a strange, dark room that was awfully unfamiliar. And she knew of course that she wasn't in here of her own will, something had happened and she didn't believe for a second that it was any good. Without a pause, the memories of God knows how long ago came flooding back into her head. "Oh God." She gasped, of course she's been kidnapped. She remembered closing from the office a little later than the normal 5pm and that's because it's that time of the year when most of the businesses in town decides they want their accounts done and drawn in the shortest time possible. And all that achieves, is dump a lot of work load on the tables of innocent accounting firm employees and putting them under a lot of pressure, she for example. She'd spent the whole day breaking her back on her not so comfortable office chair, her eyes glued to her system and her brain racking to balance numbers for insane hours with no break. Eve
That was it, that was how she ended up here. It was that car, the stupid looking salon car and the even worse looking men that had come out from it, they had kidnapped her. It didn't make any sense to her that they did though, there's currently nothing to her name that'll make anyone want to kidnap her. For fucks sake she doesn't even have the basic - money! So if this whole shenanigan is for the reason of ransom, it'll be a big joke because there's basically no one who'll care enough to pay for her to live. At least not her father, or Cole and definitely not Ryder. The latter will probably see her absence as good riddance. She moved tentatively to the door, careful not to make any sounds and alert whoever else was in the house of her now consciousness. She'll be in luck if the door comes open and even better if she can make it out of here without being captured again. That one will be a difficult task seeing as