Ryan's POV
Thwack, thwack, thwack…
His punches landing on the bag before him, Ryan, panting and sweating, kept up his steady assault. Boxing was great for stress relief, but it was not the kind of relief that Ryan had been hoping for that morning.
After all, he had woken up with a very beautiful woman in his arms, a naked beautiful woman. So he could be forgiven for having thought that his morning would go much more differently than how it had ended up going.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Pausing his punches, Ryan looked down at himself and could not help but glare. At first glance, it seemed as though he was glaring at his groin. But that was not the case.
What had Ryan all bent out of shape was Vivian Rose, that cruel, inconsiderate woman.
She had left him to handle his own needs. What sort of woman did that?
Not only did she just leave him all on his own earlier that morning. She had left after promising to give him a blowjob…taunting him.
Had she forgotten who he was? Ryan was thee Ryan Terrell, not some random guy off the street.
He was used to sleeping with women who cleared their entire schedules if he so much as hinted at the fact that he wanted to spend more time with them. No woman had ever just left him in order to go to work. He had always taken priority.
But now out of nowhere, there was Vivian Rose. A woman who'd chosen her job over some early morning fun with him. Perhaps he was losing his touch?
No way, that could not be the reason.
Continuing his assault on the punching bag, Ryan went through his thoughts until he finally settled on something that made sense.
Vivian had been able to get away from him because his mind had been too sleep addled for him to fully turn on the charm.
If he had been operating at full power, the story would have gone very differently. She would not have stood a chance. All it would have taken would have been a wink from him and Vivian would have been calling in sick and the two of them would have spent the day having sex on every single available surface.
Yes, that was it. That was the reason why she had been able to leave so easily. Ignoring the part of him that said Vivian would have turned him down to go to work even if he had not been sleepy, Ryan made sure that the punching bag felt all of his frustrations.
***
After finishing with his stress relief, Ryan had opted for a long soak in the tub instead of a shower.
Now, as he got dressed for the day, he realized something. His original intent had been to sleep with Vivian again to get her out of his system.
He had done that.
Sure, in the heat of the moment, the conditions had changed and they had agreed that they would be having sex on a regular basis.
Friends with benefits.
But what had happened earlier that morning could not be allowed to stand? Sure, she was great in bed, but Vivian Rose was not all that.
As though calling him a liar, his dick twitched and Ryan ignored it. Even going so far as to stare up at the ceiling rather than look down and find his own cock betraying him.
Now that he'd had her again, sex with Vivian Rose was no longer a novelty. It was something that he was used to. He could go back to sleeping with other people, (just the mere thought of other people instantly had his cock not interested again). But the moment that Ryan switched to thinking about Vivian, it began filling with blood again. Giving up on ignoring it, he looked down at it.
"Why do you have to be such a traitor?" Deciding to ignore his second brain completely and go with his primary one, Ryan picked up his phone and sat down at the foot of the bed.
[Vivian, as fun as last night was, I do not wish to sleep with you again, goodbye.] Ryan typed out the text, but hesitated to send it. Scrutinizing it, he decided that it was a bit too impersonal. So he deleted it and started again.
[Vivian, last night was really great, I especially loved that thing you did when you grabbed my dick and-]. Realizing what he was typing, Ryan deleted the entire thing. His third attempt at trying to text Vivian and tell her how he did not need her anymore, went even worse than the first and the second try. Instead of using words, it ended up being just a string of emojis. For some reason there were a lot of peaches and eggplants involved, face flaming, Ryan deleted the entire thing.
Perhaps it would be better to wait for Vivian to come by later that night as she had promised. Then he would look her in the eye and turn her down. The look on her face when he told her there would be no naughty business at all, was going to be priceless. Once again ignoring his twitching dick, Ryan put his phone down only to pick it up a few seconds later when it lit up with the arrival of a new message.
***
[Hey, Ryan, I am so sorry, but I will not be able to make it tonight. An emergency has come up.]
Ryan read and reread the message. His anger building. First she'd walked out on him in the morning. Now she was asking for a raincheck after promising him a blow job. The woman really had no standards, Ryan could not abide this.
He would put her in her place and then tell her that he never wanted to see her again. With that thought in mind, the billionaire began typing furiously.
[Hey Vivian, so sorry to hear that something came up. I hope that you are safe. Take care. We will meet up again when you are able.]
Ryan's finger hit send without giving him the chance to delete everything and send the fiery text that he had been intending for her to receive. Great, it was not just his dick that was a traitor.
[Thank you for being so understanding. Here's a little something to show my appreciation]. There was an attachment at the end of the message and when Ryan clicked on it, it felt like all of the blood in his body instantly went to his cock. Vivian had sent him a picture of her wonderful puppies in a bright pink lacy bra. Her boobs squeezed so tight they looked ready to pop out. Still holding the phone, Ryan instantly began undoing his belt buckle and lowering his zip. One of these days he was going to put Vivian rose in her place. But before that, the picture of her breasts needed to be studied very intently, and he was just the man to do it.