Vivian's POV
When she had left the school, Vivian had fully believed that things would end there, but it seemed that she had been wrong. Ryan Terrell, not only knew where she lived, but he had followed her there as well. It was worrying, but not as worrying as him currently standing in her apartment. Looking around at everything like he was a tourist seeing something new for the first time, which she supposed was true. To the man, her modest little apartment had to be a novelty.
Looking outside, Vivian briefly considered, Forcing Ryan out again, but she decided against it. He had not answered her when she had asked him why he was there. And if she forced him to stay outside. The chances of one of the people in her apartment building, seeing him would increase. She did not want to risk someone recognizing him and linking his presence to her.
Door closed and locked behind her. Vivian looked back at Ryan, who was busy staring at one of her drawings.
"This artist is very good," He said.
"I drew that. Thank you for the compliment," Despite trying to look casual, internally she was glowing at the praise. Swallowing, she blinked in rapid succession. No, no way. She was not about to get sidetracked by a simple compliment.
Eyes shifting over to Ryan. She found herself staring at his groin and immediately found some place else to look. Now was not the time for dirty thoughts she needed her wits about her. Shelving her earlier question, she decided to ask, yet another important one.
"How did you find me?" If he said something along the lines of I was in the neighborhood, Vivian would be kicking him out for sure. His neighborhood and her neighborhood were two totally different places. There was no way that he was just there accidentally.
Finally taking a seat, Ryan grabbed one of her cushions and began toying with it.
"I hired a private investigator to find you," He said blithely, his words rocking Vivian despite how calmly he'd said them.
"What! Ryan, that is a serious invasion of privacy, not to mention borderline creepy!" Recalling the very private drawing of a specific part of him that she had in her drawer. Vivian tried not to look too guilty while reprimanding him for being creepy. She was lucky though. Ryan did not seem to notice her embarrassment.
Instead he put the cushion aside and looked over at her.
"I am very, very sorry for that Vivian, but there was something important that I needed to discuss with you," She almost rolled her eyes at that, but she managed not to.
"If it was so important then why did you not answer when I asked you what you were doing here?"
***
"Before I answer your question, I would first like to begin by giving you something," Without waiting for her reply, Ryan reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He held it out and Vivian took it. Her eyes widening when she saw the amount of money in there.
What in the world all of a sudden it clicked for her. This was hush money. Ryan Terrell probably really thought that there was a chance she would go to someone with the story of what they had done. Closing the envelope she tossed it onto his lap.
"Ryan as I said before, I will not be telling anyone about what happened between us," Instead of taking the money Ryan shook his head and held the envelope towards her once more.
"This money is not about that, please take it," Vivian shook her head.
"Really there is no need. I promise I will not tell anyone. Plus you need not worry about the possibility of me being pregnant. We used protection. You remember right?" Seeming frustrated, Ryan tossed the envelope over to Vivian.
"It is not about any of that Vivian," Thoroughly confused, she blinked at him.
"Then what is it about, Ryan?"
***
Whatever Ryan was about to say, Vivian knew that she was not going to like it the moment his features shifted, an oily expression sliding over his face. He looked like a used car salesman and not the trustworthy kind.
"What I am trying to say, Vivian is that I had a good time with you," Ryan began, his fishy expression becoming even fishier. He leaned back against the couch, suddenly taking up far too much space.
"I had a good time with you and would like to, as they say, sample the goods once again,"
What? Having been missing his dick a great deal. Vivian involuntarily licked her lips, her gaze sliding down towards his groin before the pieces clicked into place, and it was as though somebody had poured a bucket of ice water down her back.
"Wait! You came over here with an envelope full of cash so that you could pay me for sex?" Ryan brought his hands together, clapping like she had just done a magic trick, an infuriating smirk on his face.
"Finally she gets it. So what do you say, depending on your performance, I could even increase the amount, maybe buy you a bigger place, or a better car. Are you in or are you out?"
***
"Vivian, wait!.Surely the two of us can talk this through. We are adults afterall,"
"No Ryan, there's nothing to talk about," Vivian bit out as she frog marched the man out of her apartment.
"If it's not money and things you want, is it perhaps power? I can connect you to some of the most influential people in the world?" For someone who had just insulted her, he was being far too desperate. By now, Ryan was standing outside of her apartment again, tossing the envelope at his chest. Vivian felt a thrill when it hit him squarely before falling to the ground.
"Here, use that to buy yourself some time with a prostitute,"
She told him, then without saying any more, she slammed the door in his face, succeeding this time and taking great pleasure in the look of absolute shock on Ryan Terrell's face before the door slammed shut.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.