Ryan's POV
Ryan was maybe, just maybe, moping.
Okay fine. He was one hundred percent moping. Sighing, he turned over, stared blankly at the wall and let out yet another sigh.
Why had Vivian not been in touch? If this really was about her trying to get more money from him, she could have just told him she wanted to be a millionaire.
There was no need for the messed up game she was playing. He would have given her the cash.
Despite her money hungry ways though, Vivian still had a starring role in all of Ryan's fantasies. He needed her in order to climax and it was driving him insane. Why wouldn't she call?
Finally deciding that lying in bed asking himself the same question over and over again would not help him. Ryan kicked off the covers and went to shower. When he returned to his bedroom, one towel around his waist, and another being used to dry his hair, he felt refreshed. Going over to his nightstand and picking up his phone. Ryan's good mood instantly vanished. While he had been taking a shower, he had missed a call.
Normally that would not have had any effect on him. He was human. He missed calls all the time. But this particular call was from an unknown number.
At that moment the only person who had his phone number, whom he in turn did not have their contact details, was Vivian Rose.
So most likely she was the one who had called him. But then again there was also the chance that it could have been a scammer or maybe his grandfather trying to call him with another number. Feeling a headache building, Ryan sat down at the foot of the bed.
Could it have been her or not?
***
Despite what he had been hoping for. The unknown number had not called Ryan back.
Now fully dressed and ready for the day. He was staring at his phone, willing it to ring. Finally accepting the fact that that was not likely to happen. The billionaire took matters into his own two hands.
In his life he had made calls that decided the fate of millions of people, and included discussions about massive amounts of money. During those calls Ryan had not even batted an eye. And yet, as he dialed the unknown number he realized that his fingers were shaking.
His nerves turned out to be for nothing though because his call went unanswered.
Feeling more than a little disappointed at still not knowing who had tried to call him.
Ryan had to fight down the temptation to call again until whoever it was answered. In case it really was Vivian he did not want to come across as being creepy. So putting his phone away Ryan decided to focus on getting some work done.
In the end he became so consumed by work that the next thing he knew it was early evening. And he had not even had any lunch. Not only that, he still had not gotten a call from the mystery number.
Phone in hand, Ryan was just about to call them again when the device began to vibrate in the palm of his hand. The very number that he had been about to dial visible on the screen. Swallowing down his sudden case of nerves Ryan answered.
"Hello," There was a beat, and then came a voice that instantly had Ryan's dick twitching in interest.
"Hey, it's Vivian… Vivian Rose," She said, mentioning her full name as though Ryan would need help picking her out from a room full of Vivians.
"Hello Vivian. To what do I owe the pleasure, last time we talked. I was under the impression that you would not be reaching out."
Uncomfortable silence followed before Vivian spoke again.
"Actually it is about that. I wish to discuss what we talked about last time," Ahh, so she was done playing games, Ryan thought, not even bothering to hold back a toothy grin.
***
Vivian was so desperate. She had reached out to Ryan first this time around. Not only that, she was getting straight to the point when it came to what she wanted to discuss. The billionaire was so happy. He was actively fighting back the urge to laugh like a maniac.
"Let me see if I can free up some time to meet with you," Ryan told her, the lie flowing easily from his mouth. For her, even if there was not any time available, he would make it.
"Oh, you do not need to do such a thing. We can just discuss things over the phone and be done with it," Ha! As if. Ryan would not be letting such a thing happen.
This was Vivian Rose on her hands and knees begging him. He had to see her in person to savor the experience.
"Unfortunately, I am not comfortable talking about this over the phone. I will send a car to your place and it will take you to a restaurant where the two of us can talk," There was silence and, for a few seconds, Ryan worried that he had pushed too far that she would clam up. Remembering the pride that had made her kick him out the first time. But to his relief, she agreed.
Vivian Rose was just one of those women who caught the eye no matter where she went.
Ryan mused silently, cutting into his quail and taking a bite. No one had any right to look so good in a giant shirt and leggings. Her outfit, completed by a head scarf tied up like a little ball on top of her head. There were even bits of paint on her shirt, clear evidence that she was dressed in what she had worn to work. And yet somehow it stood out amongst all of the women wearing designer dresses and the like. Even with the big shirt, there was no hiding the curves beneath, and Ryan had caught himself staring more than once.
Now with a bit of food in him and no longer worried that he would say something that would come off as too rude due to hunger. Ryan decided it was time to bring up the reason for the meeting.
"The reason that you called me is because you wish for us to have a bit more fun together right?" Her cheeks going pink, Vivian nodded, and Ryan took a sip of his wine, feeling vindicated.
"Very well then, now that you have made up your mind, give me the figure that you have settled on, and I will be sure to give you the money,"
Grabbing a napkin, Vivian wiped at the corner of her mouth before shaking her head at him. "I do not want your money,"
Ryan sighed. Great, just great, she was still playing games. He'd thought that by reaching out, she was done trying to lead him along, that now they could just discuss the business side of things. But it appeared he had been wrong.
"There's no need for you to keep playing this game, Vivian Rose, just give me a figure, I'll send you the money and we can get down to more pleasurable things," This time she did not just shake her head. She hit the table with her fist, making a few heads turn their way, before she lowered her head in embarrassment. When she look back up at him. He was surprised to find genuine anger in her eyes.
"Like I said, Ryan Terrell, I do not want your money. What I'm trying to tell you is, I would be willing to sleep with you again, for free," Ryan stared at her. His mind was taking a few seconds to comprehend.
Oh, oh, oh, everything suddenly made more sense.
She had not been trying to shake him down, she had been genuinely offended that he'd thought to offer her money, for something as personal as sex. Oh, still not quite able to make himself believe that such an amazing offer could just fall on his lap. Ryan decided to hit her with a little test to see how serious she was being.
"You mean to tell me that you will be willing to sleep with me, for free," Vivian nodded.
"Of course, I have done it before and I have no regrets," Licking his lips, Ryan looked over at her.
"Prove it then," The tips of Vivian's ears instantly started flaming.
"There is only one way for me to prove such a thing and you know it," Ryan nodded, knowing his grin was showing way too many teeth but unable to help it.
"Exactly. Would you be willing to join me in the restroom?" He asked her. His brow raised in such a way that he knew she was aware of exactly what he was getting at.
Despite her red face, Vivian gazed at him hungrily. They had a past when it came to restrooms after all. But it was not a given that she would agree though. The last time they had done it in the restroom, there had been some alcohol involved. But to his pleasant surprise, after taking a few very obvious deep breaths, those grey eyes of hers looked up at him, the challenge in them clear.
"Let's go,"