Ryder snarls, punching on the steering wheel, then puts his head against the back of the seat.
- Leila must be desperate, because my father caught her with one of the company's security guards and asked for a divorce. - Ryder laughs. - Looks like pepper in other people's eyes is really refreshing.
- I'm so sorry! - I say sighing.
I already knew a lot about that story. According to Viola, a few years ago, Ryder was happy beside Leila. They were in love and would get married soon. With a few months left, he found Leila cheating on him with an older guy. To make matters worse, the older guy was Ryder's father. Viola said that Mel had gone into depression and Ryder locked himself in a world of silence. After a long time, after the divorce, Mel managed to stand up again, but Ryder became what he is today. It seems that he still has resentments about what happened and refuses to forgive his father or Leila.
- Look, Ryder, I know you're hurt. - I say sighing. - It's just that keeping it to yourself isn't gonna help at all. Only you will continue to suffer from it.
- You talk like my mother.
- Maybe you should listen to her! - I say shrugging my shoulders and turning around on the bench to face it. - I'm not asking you to forgive Leila or her father, but if you don't get over it, you'll only hurt yourself.
Ryder takes a deep breath by closing his eyes.
- Look, I don't want to keep talking about them or wasting time on it, even because it's exhausting. - ...he says he's upset. - What do you say we go out dancing?
- You touched my wound, Mr. Taylor! - I say put your seat belt on. - For your sake, I hope you have a good band aid.
Ryder lets out a laugh by starting the car. We went to the Lounge to finish the night that had barely begun.
Chapter 10
Ryder
It was after three when I walked into my apartment, hugging a drunk Brooke and laughing scandalously. We were both too drunk, to tell you the truth. I told my story to Brooke, who found the situation very melancholic. She said dancing would be the best medicine and we ended our evening like this. Between one dance and another, we had a drinking competition. Everyone at the Lounge bar stopped to follow our game. I assumed that Brooke was the most fun, sexy and intelligent girl I've ever met in my life so far.
Brooke staggered to the sound and put on a song, while I went to the fridge and picked up two beers. When I turn around in the direction of the room, she danced sensually to the sound of Dance Like We're Making Love (Ciara). I hold my breath, hypnotized by the scene. Smiling, Brooke turns around and, making faces and mouths, invites me to dance with her. Unable to stop looking at her, I approached Brooke by the waist and pulling against my chest. She smiles putting her arms around my neck and we soon become one when the next song, Magic (Coldplay), starts playing. There's some kind of magic in the air when Brooke smiles at me. She passes her tongue on her lower lip in an innocent gesture, but not resisting that enchantment, I grab Brooke's throat and bring her face closer to mine. Sighing, I stare at Brooke for a few moments, until I kiss her softly. At first, she tries to resist, but with the other hand, holding her harder preventing Brooke from pushing himself away. She was trapped in my arms and there was no escape. Soon, she begins to reciprocate the kiss and, when I deepen it by inserting my tongue between her perfect lips, she crumbles between groans. I consume myself in desire for your mouth and warm skin that touches my arm. Her hands will end up in my hair and shiver my skin like the slight pull it gives at the height of my neck. I explore your mouth as I lower my hands across your legs, pulling Brooke into my lap. I walk towards the couch with Brooke in my arms and lay it on my back. In a hurry, I'll rip off my jacket and my shirt. Her eyes sparkle and her fingers walk across my chest, exploring each part to my abdomen. Brooke moans when I pass my hand between her legs and I feel like she's as excited as I am. I pull his panties to one side and insert a finger slowly, making Brooke pant. She arcs her body asking for more, as my index finger moves slowly. With his thumb I surround his clitoris leading Brooke into ecstasy. My slow torture continued and I insert a second finger, spinning slowly. She moves her pelvis in the same rhythm as my hand and groans biting her lower lip when I bite her neck, while still provoking her. Brooke is getting more and more slippery. She grabs my hair and pulls when I speed up the pace, leading her to an orgasm that shakes her whole body. I was good at it and could give pleasure to a woman just by touching her. I hardly wasted time on foreplay, but with Brooke it was different, because my body and mind demanded it. I felt an enormous need to see her fall apart before I owned her.
I kiss Brooke again in a starving and desperate way as he slowly removed his panties. Standing up, I take off my pants
