Ryan's POV
Normally, Ryan was not the type to kiss and tell. Feeling that such a thing was not only crass, but that it was also far too juvenile for him.
Now though, Ryan very much wanted to tell others about the night he'd had with Vivian Rose. Which in his mind made perfect sense. After all, he was certain that during one of his many orgasms while with the amazing woman, part of his common sense, had actually leaked out through his dick.
If he had a little less self-control, Ryan was certain that he would have been on social media, bragging about the best night of his life. But luckily, so far, he had been able to reign in the temptation.
As much as he wanted the whole world to know, he was pretty certain that it was not something that Vivian wanted shared. So out of respect for her, Ryan would make sure that she would be the one conquest that the media never even got a whiff of.
What they'd done was far too special to ruin like that.
But Ryan still felt that somebody needed to be told of what he'd gotten up to.
And being that he had exactly one best friend, it was a no-brainer who he was going to share the information with.
Dialing Mark's number, Ryan only had to wait for two rings before the other man was picking up.
"Are you at home?" He immediately asked.
"Yes, why?" Doing a little fist pump, Ryan rose from where he'd been on the couch and slid on his shoes.
"Just checking, I will be there in a few minutes,"
Hanging up, he all but skipped his way out of his penthouse.
***
Sitting around eating snacks while talking about other people, was often viewed as something that only women did. But Ryan, ever the change-maker was now representing the men in that category.
Stabbing at his cubed apple pieces, he could not help the silly grin that lit up his face. Seeing the expression, Mark, who was taking delicate sips of his green tea, lowered the tea cup, and let out a low whistle.
"Oh, whatever that girl did to you, it must have really been something for you to be acting this way,"
Spearing yet another piece of cubed apple, Ryan tossed it into his mouth and smiled at his friend as he shook his head slowly.
"No, Mark, that is where you are wrong. She is not just some girl. Vivian is a woman, an amazing woman, who-" Mark shook his head, reaching out, the other man placed the back of his hand against Ryan's forehead.
Not sure what his friend was up to, Ryan merely sat still, giving his friend a quizzing look when he retracted his hand.
Mark did not say anything though, choosing instead to pick up his tea and take another sip.
"What was that for?" He finally asked, and Mark shrugged.
"The way you have been acting, I was actually worried that perhaps you'd caught something fast-acting," The sweet apples no longer tasting so good. Ryan dropped his fork and glared at Mark.
"Vivian is not like that, besides we used protection,"
Mark nodded. "I know you did. You might be a player, but you are a careful player. Which means that that shy looking woman really is something, how about passing me her number?"
What?!
Ryan was on his feet before he even realized it. Glaring down at his friend, and ready to lunge.
Mark, his eyes wide, raised his hands in a placating way.
"Whoa, whoa, relax, I was only kidding,"
Chest heaving, Ryan set back down and folded his arms.
"Do not play like that. Vivian is not the kind of woman that you can just make jokes like that about whether she's here or not,"
Gulping so hard, it actually looked like his Adam's apple was causing him pain, Mark nodded. "Fine, fine, I will not mention Vivian at all. Which might I add is completely counterproductive since you came here to talk about Vivian in the first place,"
"But, since you, my friend, seem to be a bit sensitive this evening, how about we talk about something else?"
"My favourite soccer team just lost their tenth match in a row. How do you feel about buying them and firing the coach?"
***
Boxing was not only something that Ryan did for fun, but also to keep fit and to clear his mind.
With his bandaged hands striking at the punching bag repeatedly.
Ryan tried to think of the whole Vivian issue objectively. When he had left the penthouse to go over to Mark's place. He had done so fully intending to share all of the details about their night with his best friend.
But when he had gotten there, he had found himself surprisingly reluctant to say much.
All that he had really told his best friend was that he and Vivian had had a great time together.
No details whatsoever.
He had never been shy about sharing such things with Mark before. But when it came to Vivian, he'd suddenly found himself feeling possessive.
How strange.
He'd gone from wanting to shout out news of their encounter at the top of his lungs, to wanting to keep it as close as possible.
That was not the only odd thing either.
Increasing the intensity of his punches. Ryan's mind went back to that moment when he had actually been ready to fight Mark, all because his best friend had made a casual remark about Vivian.
There was a chance that Mark was right. Perhaps he really had caught something. Maybe Vivian had some sort of voodoo going for her.
Pussy voodoo.
Just thinking of that ridiculous thought, had Ryan hugging the punching bag close as he let out an unexpected laugh, pussy voodoo, yeah right.
Releasing the bag, he went back to punching it. This time, he tried to shift his focus to business. Letting his mind wander in an effort to come up with something else to think about.
In the end he came up with the idea to buy an island. Something secluded for couples to enjoy a place of romance.
'Maybe you should name it Vivian's island,' Dismissing the random thought, he forced himself to think more on the logistics of what such a project would entail.
It was a great idea, guaranteed to make him a lot of money.
And whatever happened, he most definitely would not be naming it after his one night stand.
That would be far too absurd.