Vivian's POV
Craziness, absolute craziness.
That was the only explanation that Vivian could give herself when it came to what had happened between her and the billionaire Ryan Terrell?
A one night stand, no way.
Finding out that Bryce was cheating on her again must have made her to lose her senses temporarily. That was why she had acted in such an out-of-character manner. Or perhaps it had to do with the fact that she'd wanted a piece of that gorgeous man.
The part of her that did not regret the encounter in the least was leaning more towards the latter explanation.
But no matter what reasoning she wanted to throw behind her actions, the fact still stood. She had hooked up with Ryan Terrell and they had done the deed multiple times, in different ways. And each time it had been spectacular.
Her face heating at the memory of the wanton woman that she'd been. Vivian closed her eyes and tried to pray the vivid images away, but they only became clearer.
She was saved from the tempting memories by her phone ringing. Cracking an eye-open Vivian checked who the caller was and immediately accepted it when she saw that it was Amy.
"Hey Amy," She answered and that was all that she managed to say before the other woman was taking over the conversation.
"Oh Vivian, I am so sorry. Not only did I invite you to a bar and not drink with you. I also got super drunk and you had to rescue me. Last night should have been all about you getting over Bryce for good," Without meaning to Vivian snorted. If the old saying of getting over someone, by getting under someone else were true, then Vivian had most definitely gotten over Bryce.
She had been under Ryan Terrell and many other things too.
"Wait, what was that? Did you just snort? Vivian, what are you not telling me?" For a brief second, she contemplated not saying anything to her friend. But then she decided to just share a little bit.
"You need not worry about me, Amy. I was not lonely at all last night, in fact, I was in very good company…very good,"
There was silence, then she heard a flurry of movement coming from her friend's side.
"Clearly, whatever went on is not something that can be discussed over the phone,"
"I am coming over and I need you to tell me everything, leave no details out,"
***
"Seriously! Ryan Terrell, as in the billionaire playboy. The man that most women with a heartbeat would sell both their kidneys just for a chance to touch?" Looking at Amy over the rim of her orange juice filled glass, Vivian nodded.
"Yes, that Ryan Terrell. He's actually nice in person, not like most rich people who are absolute douchebags once you get to know them. Not only that, he has some very intelligent opinions when it comes to most topics," Of course, Ryan's view on pancakes and them not needing syrup, was ridiculous, so Vivian did not bother bringing it up.
"Conversation is not the only thing he is good at, judging by the way you are glowing. Tell me, how was he in the sack?"
Her entire face-flaming Vivian took a sip of her drink.
'He was spectacular, it felt like fireworks going off all over my body. It was like the adrenaline rush of setting yourself on fire and jumping off a ledge, and into a giant body of water,' Vivian wanted to say, but she did not utter a single one of those words to her friend. Instead, she just shrugged.
"It was pretty good. He's an attentive lover," Amy swooned like Vivian had just told her the raunchiest of tales.
"Oooh girl, fine, I will not press you for details, but from the look on your face, I can tell it was awesome,"
When her friend held out her own glass for a toast, Vivian met her halfway, unable to stop smiling.
She was still glowing even several hours after the fact, which was proof that she had not imagined how good the entire experience had been.
***
With Amy now gone and Vivian once again on her own, she straightened out her apartment. Clearing away all of the unnecessary stuff. That done, she looked around, thinking about watching a movie.
But instead of doing that, Vivian found herself stepping into the shower. Completely wasting water in the process, because she did not use the time to soap up and clean herself properly.
Instead, she stood beneath the warm spray, looking down at her body and pressing her fingers against the bruises that Ryan Terrell had left there. She ran her hands over the finger-shaped discolorations around her hips. She touched the hickeys sucked onto her breasts.
And when she brought her fingers down to her core, she was still sore, proof that she had really been with a man the night before.
That she'd been with Ryan Terrell.
It had never been on her wish list to have a one-night stand with a billionaire playboy. But as far as sexual escapades went, it would forever go down as her number one best sexual experience.