Ryan's POV
Some people liked to call Ryan 'the wandering CEO'.
The title having to do with him not confining himself to one industry.
Wherever the money was, Ryan was, be it tech, tourism, clothing, manufacturing…whatever was profitable, Ryan wanted a piece of it.
But the way that he saw it, it had very little to do with wandering. It was just that he was somebody who was very good at recognizing opportunities to make money and going after those opportunities.
His ability to sniff out a profit was the reason why Ryan was currently at a party to celebrate the success of one of his business ventures.
This particular one was a line of cologne that was doing very well.
It was literally flying of the shelves, the people loved it that much.
Single men wanted it in order to attract the opposite sex, and wives chose it for their husbands because they loved the way it smelled. It was a product that appealed to people from all walks of life, and that appeal of cause translated to a word that Ryan loved very much…money.
"To Ryan Terrell, everyone!"
The project lead chaired and everybody instantly joined in.
"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" Taking a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter, Ryan raised it, and the room went silent, allowing him to speak.
"This project would not be where it is today, without all of you ladies and gentlemen. So as much as you are cheering for me, cheer for yourselves as well," There were a few scattered cheers through the room before Ryan continued.
"As a show of my appreciation, all of you will be finding something a little bit extra in your bank accounts at the end of the month,"
For that, the occupants of the room did not just cheer, they roared, big smiles on their faces. Ryan even saw a few of them wiping away tears. To them, the money that he would be gifting them, would be significant. But before handing out the bonuses, Ryan had actually taken the time to do the math behind it. He knew that, to cover it all, it would barely be making a dent in the profits they made from the cologne sales of a single month.
Most CEOs would not have done it though, but Ryan did not operate like that.
People needed to be seen, to feel appreciated, only then did they produce, at their highest level.
***
With the party now in full swing. Ryan, after a bit of dancing, and some personalized,
'thank yous' to specific members of staff whom he'd singled out as being instrumental to the success of the product, was now on the upper platform. Looking down at everyone as they had a good time. Content to just sit up there and take sips of his whiskey, enjoying the smooth drink.
Ryan was surprised, when someone came to stand next to him, throwing a quick their away, before looking back down at the people having a good time. He was instantly able to tell that she was not one of his employees. If she were he would have remembered her.
The woman was beautiful, with long legs a slim waist, and hair that went all the way to the middle of her back. She was very eye catching.
"Lovely to meet you in person, Ryan Terrell, I am Rebecca, I'm a model," Aah, that made sense.
"What do I owe the pleasure of your company lovely Rebecca?" The young woman smiled, and for the first time, Ryan noticed that one of her eyes was blue, while the other was light brown, a model indeed, her features really were something.
"Nothing much, I was just wondering if a man such as yourself would be willing to spend a bit of time with me, you know, to show me around town, I have only been here a week, and I've been told that, you are a man who knows all of the best places to be," She ran her fingers over his shirt, and blinked up at him.
Looking into those eyes of her, Ryan had to admit he was truly charmed, and yet even as he stared at her and acknowledged her beauty, he came to a realization.
He was not attracted to her at all, there was no stirring in him. His dick did not even twitch, he just looked with the impassive eye, of a collector admiring a beautiful piece.
Removing her hand from his shirt, he stepped back.
"Unfortunately you heard wrong, nowadays I enjoy quieter past times," He told her, the girl proving her stubbornness did not immediately take the hint.
"How about you take me home then, or perhaps book a hotel, you and I can even have a quickie," She told him with a wink, again Ryan turned her down.
"Unfortunately I really do have to go," Setting his drink down on a nearby table, he gave her a little smile and walked past her. Feeling an unbelievable thrill when he noticed the look of pure shock on her face.
She was a woman not used to be turned down. Having long been somebody whose main weakness was beautiful women, the exchange left Ryan feeling powerful in a way that he was not used to…he liked the feeling a whole lot.
***
When leaving the blue and brown eyed woman behind, Ryan had felt great, but now as he
sat in his penthouse, he found himself feeling unsettled.
Sure, in the last few months he had not really been interested in casual flings with women, but the way that he turned down the model was different.
He had not been annoyed, he had not been too busy or bored. He had simply just not been interested.
What was that?
He had never felt such a thing in his life. Giving up on trying to peel an apple for himself and cube it, Ryan instead settled his elbows on the kitchen counter and focused all of his attention on his strange reaction until things finally clicked into place for him.
Oh, of course.
The reason why he had not felt anything at all for the model was because for the first time in his life, Ryan's enormous sexual appetite was satiated. He had slept with a woman different from all of the ones that he was used to, and for the time being it seemed that that was enough to quiet his hunger, how amazing.