Ryker Fox

Ryker's Office

After Dexter and I's talk on the balcony, I told him to take the rest of the day off and go home, so I could go to my office and finally go over that blasted movie script.

The fact of the matter is, I was having a hard time concentrating. Don't get me wrong, not for a lack of trying. I was reading it. Over, and over in fact. But I wasn't absorbing anything.

Annoyingly so, my mind kept drifting to a certain woman with beautiful green eyes and intoxicating curves.

There was still so much of her that I was dying to taste. So many places on her body my hands were dying to touch, to caress. So much I wanted to know, too. Everything I ever manage to get from her just makes me crave more.

I let my elbows rest on the wooden desk and put my head in my hands, in frustration. I was used to being in control, to being powerful. I preferred it that way.

But for whatever reason, I felt powerless against Emma Riley. If I'm honest, I didn't particularly like being out of control. I didn't like not being able to focus. I felt useless.

At this point, I was essentially nothing more than a walking boner who smoked cigars. This is the kind of shit Dexter  was concerned about. Here I am, once again..obsessing over Emma Riley  when I should be working. Fuck my life. Fuck it all to hell.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.

Trying to ignore my pull towards Emma Riley  is obviously not working. So maybe..I should try a different approach?

Go with me on this for a second. Maybe, if I get to know her a bit more..it would take away some of the "mystery." Maybe..if I hibernate between her beautiful legs for a few days, I'll be able to focus on other things.

Kind of like when someone who is afraid of heights jumps out of a plane. They face the obstacle head on. So that's what I need to do. I just need to jump out of the plane and into her pussy.

The thing is, I'm not sure if she is ready to let herself go there with me yet. But, I know she feels it too. She seemed to feel it just fine when her hand was on my...never mind.

Maybe she just doesn't trust me enough yet. I got the impression her last break-up was...messy. I definitely can understand trust issues, being in this industry.

My penis might be an impatient dick (see what I did there), but I can wait. I might need a few hundred cold showers and my right hand is going to be getting some overtime, but I can wait.

Either way, I still found myself wanting to spend more time with her. This was something that was rare for me. But I'd like to think I'm a man that can see a good thing when it's staring at him in the face. Something told me, Emma Riley  was a good thing.

Oh my god, what am I saying? That I want to, like...date  her? I haven't actually dated  someone in..

Just then, my cell phone started ringing in my pants pocket. I pulled it out and was surprised to see Dexter's  name on the caller ID.

Already?! Really!? I told him to take the rest of the day off! I rolled my eyes. He was probably calling to make sure I'm actually going over the script.

"You really suck at this whole 'taking a day off' thing, don't you?" I chuckled, as I answered the phone. My smile immediately faded when I heard the stressed out tone of his voice.

"Have you been on social media?!" He asked, sounding panicked. I recognized that tone. That meant there was something about me on there.

I groaned in frustration. "No, not recently. What is it this time?" I assumed it to be another death hoax, or maybe old news making it's rounds again. Both of these things are quite possible and have happened multiple times. I'm pretty sure I've "died from suspicious circumstances" at least six times this year.

"I...I don't even know what to say to this. You better check for yourself. I'm sure your social media has more or less exploded at this point." His voice was on edge, as if I had done something wrong.

This alarmed me, because if it was just a death hoax he wouldn't be mad at me for it, would he? But what could it possibly be? I haven't even done anything recently. Well...not much?

"Hold on Dex, I'm at my desk. I'll put you on speaker while I check my Facebook." I was starting to get a little panicked myself, something that was out of character for me.

"It's loading Dex--holy shit!" I shouted, stunned. There was hundreds and hundreds of notifications. It appeared I was tagged in the same video over, and over again.

"Dex..before I look, what's this video I keep getting tagged in?" I felt like I might have a heart attack from the anticipation, and I wanted to know just how much I should be panicking.

"This is bad, Ryker." Dexter said bluntly. Sugar-coating has never been his style. Which normally I appreciated, but in this moment I was really wanting some kind of reassurance that the sky wasn't falling.

"How bad, Dex? What is this video?" I was really just stalling at this point. I was afraid to look.

"Just open it, Ryker." He insisted, refusing to tell me. I let out a deep sigh and decided I needed to just get it over with so we can start damage control. What choice did I have?

Dexter  was dead silent on the other end of the phone as I clicked on the video on my computer. You could cut the tension in the air with a butter knife.

The video was originally posted by what appeared to be a fake, anonymous account. The caption read: "You just can't teach an old dog new tricks..can you, Ryker Fox?"

I pressed play on the video, and was stunned into silence. My mouth dropped open. I couldn't be seeing what I was actually seeing.

There was no way anyone could get a hold of this video. This made zero sense. I couldn't actually be staring at what I'm staring at. I quickly closed out, as if that would somehow make it dissapear.

Dexter, guessing from my lack of response that I had watched the video and broke the silence. "Care to tell me when this took place and what it's doing online!?"

He sounded pissed, but I was too stunned to speak. It was Emma Riley  and myself, in a passionate embrace against the wall in my living room this morning.

Emma Riley

After my "colorful"  talk with Gina at the salon, I breathed in a sigh of relief when I got home. Gina still had a few more hours to work so at least for now, I had the house to myself.

I felt so many emotions at once. This day has seriously  been full of ups and downs.

I stood leaned against the front door after I had closed it behind me for a moment, feeling too exhausted to move.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the door, letting myself absorb the goddamn Soap Opera that was my morning.

I never do this, but I was considering calling in work tonight. I am the kind of employee who doesn't miss work unless they are deathly sick.  Not that I never get tempted, but I'm usually too broke to miss any time. But tonight, I just might make this one exception.

Not because Gina  had it in her head she was squeezing me into some hooker heals and dragging me out. In fact..I was considering canceling on her, too. I know she would be bummed and try to protest, but she'll get over it.

Right now in this moment, all I wanted to do is take a hot bath with one very large lavender-scented bath bomb and an also very large drink. Preferably something with alcohol.

I wasn't a huge drinker on a normal basis, just on special occasions. Well, if "I caught my asshole ex-boyfriend's girlfriend with my hot celebrity employer and then I almost had sex with him too" isn't a special occasion, than what is?

I'm not really a "wine" girl, myself. That always seems to surprise people. They say I 'seem like a wine person,' whatever that means. But personally? Give me a nice glass of whiskey over wine any day.

I finally peeled myself from the front door and kicked off my shoes, missing the shoe pile completely but being too tired to care.

I dragged myself to my room and plugged in my phone in the charger by the over-sized queen bed. I quickly decided to call into work after my bath. I couldn't deal with Carl's  shit right now.

Then, came the blessed moment every girl longs for. That sweet, sweet moment when you can finally take off your bra. It's only worse when it's hot and you're heavier chested. Underwire is the devil's work for sure.

Oh Lord Jesus, take the wheel. I breathed in a sigh of relief as I threw my bra in my dirty clothes bin.  I decided to get my IPOD and headphones, so I could listen to music in the bath. Listening to music is always a great way to relax.

I felt so off my game. With everything going on, I still couldn't stop thinking about him. I felt myself anxious to see him again, to talk with him again. I also was dying for more of...what happened earlier. That man definitely  knows what he's doing. Those were the hands and lips of an expert.

I couldn't help but cringe as I turned on the bath water, reminded of how much experience he had versus how much experience I had.

A guy like that has probably been with hundreds of women. I on the other hand, don't even know hundreds of people.

He's probably had his pick of all kinds of women. Actresses, singers, models..what the hell does he want with a cleaning lady?

Don't get me wrong..I know I'm not "ugly," even though I feel that's a relative term. My definition of ugly  probably varies from most people. I don't throw around that word very often.

But to me, for example..Maria Martinez, my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend, was ugly. Not physically, no. She was definitely attractive on the outside. But in my eyes, it was that hateful attitude on the inside that made her ugly.

That being said, she still intimidated me a little. Because I know society, and Ryker Fox  obviously or she wouldn't have been there in the first place, feels differently.

I'm not a size two. I don't think I could even fit just one of my thighs in a size two. Growing up, any curves at all made you fat. Thanks to women like Jennifer Lopez, curves became more widely accepted.

But there is still to this day a great amount of pressure to look a certain way. If you made me stand next to Maria Martinez  in a room filled with people and asked them to choose the most "attractive" one, majority would probably say Maria. Despite her nasty attitude.

I suppose all this is part of what holds me back with Ryker. I just can't get over how out of his league I am. Not that I am not at all worthwhile, I know I'm a good person and everything. But is that enough for someone like Ryker  who could have anyone he wanted?

Out of the two of us, it's much more logical that I would probably be the one to get my heart broken. If we didn't work out he could have someone new in two seconds, but I would probably never meet someone like Ryker  again.

I know he seems  to want me, I think he..ahem..proved as much earlier. I'm just saying I don't get it.

I threw a large bath bomb in the bath water, which is usually my favorite part. But right now, I was too deep in thought to enjoy it.

One thing was for sure..if I didn't go for it with Ryker  because I felt out of his league, I would probably always wonder. Wonder what could have been, if I wouldn't have been such a chicken shit.

I owe it to myself to give it a chance..right? Chemistry like that doesn't just happen every day. At least not for me.

I removed the rest of my clothes, anxious to be in the bath. I thought I heard my phone go off in my room where I had plugged it in the charger,  but decided to let it ring. Whoever it was, would just have to wait.

Ryker Fox

Ryker's Office

I tried calling the number for Emma Riley  she had on her resume that was sent over before she started working here, but there was no answer. Perhaps she was busy, perhaps she was pissed about the video and was ignoring me.

The angle of the video appeared to be taken from a hidden camera that was placed in the living room. Dexter  had already come over and was frantically searching for it. He had so many questions, questions I wasn't keen on answering yet.

First, I need to speak with Emma, make sure she was okay. Granted, her name wasn't put out there. But her face was, and it was only a matter of time before people figured out who she was.

I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket, frustrated as all hell. Perhaps, this wasn't a proper phone conversation anyway.

I'd normally find this too..I don't know, weird. But her address was on her resume along with her number. Maybe I should just go over there? It's a little presumptuous yes, but this is kind of an emergency.

Fuck it. What do I have to lose at this point? I wrote down her address from her resume  on a piece of paper, folded it up and placed it in my pocket.

As I made my way to the living room, I found Dexter  ransacking one part of the room. He looked up at me weary when I came in, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"The video appeared to be coming from this side of the room." He pointed out, reading the confused look I gave him. "I assure you, I'm going to find it." He continued, sounding downright pissed.

He looked at me puzzled when he saw me grab my car keys. "Where the hell are you going at a time like this?!" He asked in an accusing tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm going to Emma Riley's" I stated, as if it should have been obvious. "If I'm upset about the video, she's going to be freaked out for sure."  I said in a panicked voice as I walked towards the front door.

"Ryker, wait." His voice sounded sympathetic, but frustrated. I turned around to face him, and he was staring at me like I was missing an important piece to the puzzle.

"Think about it before you show up over there." He warned. I looked at him like he was making no sense and he sighed, whatever he's getting at it's obviously not something I wanted to hear.

"We..dont know who is responsible for  this, Ryker." He said in a hushed tone, hesitating.  "But..who else could it be?"

My heart sank as I realized what he was implying. He thinks Emma Riley  is responsible for the video! My fists clenched as I tried to maintain my temper.

"She wouldn't do this, Dex." I said plainly, through gritted teeth. I felt offended at the suggestion, though part of me understood how it looked.

"Please, just hear me out for a second." He said, putting his hands up defensively. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under.

"Maybe this was her plan from the beginning. Come in, plant a hidden camera when we weren't looking, seduce you and get the whole thing on video." He reasoned, though avoiding my glare.

I breathed in, trying to understand his point of view. I honestly felt in my heart she didn't do this, but I suppose I can understand under the circumstances why he had to let himself go there. But he's wrong. I know he is.

He sighed when I didn't respond, knowing he pissed me off. "Some people will do all kinds of things for fifteen minutes of fame, Ryker. You should know that by now." The look in his eyes were sympathetic, but it was clear he thought that I had gotten played.

"You tell me..who else could it be?" He challenged, eyeing me obviously wondering if I had told him everything.

I groaned, realizing I didn't have a choice. I had to tell him about my regretful..indiscretion  with Maria Martinez. Double or nothing she did this.

I had left her alone after I told her to leave and went to take a shower. She could have planted the camera then, right before Emma Riley  showed up.

I had to tell Dexter. I would rather him to be dissapointed with me then for him to think Emma did this.

"There are a few things that I may have..not told you about this morning." I said as I rubbed my neck, suddenly feeling very awkward. I could already hear him shouting at me 'what were you thinking?!'

"Yeah..clearly." Dexter  said sarcastically and shrugged as if he figured as much. He placed his hands on his hips, with a look of dread in his eyes.

"What have you done, Ryker?!" He demanded. I shook my head, feeling more stupid forever. When it all came down to it, this was my fault. For letting  Maria  in my home in the first place when I knew what she was after.

I can only assume this was some sort of revenge on her part. Not just for me..but for Emma Riley.

Dexter  grunted impatiently when I didn't respond. "So?! What did you do?!" He waved his finger at me, his tone accusing.

I sighed and put my palm to my forehead, squinting my eyes. I felt very exhausted and defeated. "Something stupid, Dex. Something really stupid."

Emma Riley

Emma's Bedroom
Lakeside Apartments

My bath was incredible, and it did help my body relax. My mind however, was a different story. Not to mention my pussy hasn't stopped meowing at me all day to feed it, but you probably didn't need to know that.

I was wrapped in my towel with my hair wet, feeling too lazy to get dressed yet. I mindlessly stood in front of the mirror and rubbed my Oil of Olay  lotion on my skin.

Maybe it should stop rubbing the lotion on it's skin. That way, Ryker Fox  will bring it his hose again.

I rolled my eyes at my lame Silence of the Lambs reference. It was good to know that after the morning I've had, I'm still just a big ol' dork.

After I started to smell like I had been living in Bath and Body Works for the past eighty-four years, I figured I should stop stalling and just get dressed.

After all, I still had to call Carl  and let him know I wasn't coming into work. I was having serious anxiety about it, too. What should I say? I'm sick? Car trouble? Family emergency? No..that's kind of fucked up.

Should I just be like 'Fuck you bitch, I'm outie' and hang up? Ahhh I'm horrible at ditching.

I picked out a red spaghetti strap and comfy but short black shorts. After all, it's not like I was going anywhere or seeing anyone but Gina. This was pretty much as close as I could get to being naked without actually being naked.

I took off my towel and slipped into the outfit, pulling my fluffy black slippers out of the closet for good measure.

I did a quick scan at myself in my full length mirror in the corner of the room. My appearance shouted, 'I'm a lazy bitch, but I'm a cute lazy bitch' which was basically what I was going for.

Just as I was deciding to call Carl  and get it over with, I heard the front door slam shut. Gina  must be home. She's a little earlier than I was expecting, too.

I groaned outloud, as I suddenly remembered that Carl  wasn't the only one I had to bail on. Ugh, this 'playing hooky'  thing is a pain in the ass. Gina  is going to be even more difficult than Carl. She knows too much, as usual.

"EMMA!" Gina  screamed my name from the living room, sounding seriously freaked out about something.

Panic immedietely set in my heart as I ran down the hallway and into the living room as fast as I could.

I saw her standing by the front door with her jacket, shoes and purse still on as if she had ran into the house and not taken another step.

Her red hair was wild, her brown eyes were widened, her pouty lips hung open, the look of horror on her face as she stared at me.

The suspense was killing me. "What?! What happened?! Tell me what's wrong!" I demanded, my facial expression matching hers. In my mind I was trying to prepare myself to hear someone had died or something.

She shallowed, as if her throat was dry. "You haven't seen it yet...have you?" She managed to squeak out.

I was more confused than ever. "See what?!" I placed my hands over my still dropped open mouth and closed my eyes. Whatever this was about, it was bad. I could feel it.

"You're..."  She gulped in the middle of her sentence, like it was hard to get out. In all the time I've known Gina, she never  has a hard time getting a sentence out.

She continued. "You're...all over social media. Your...your face." She grabbed a handful of her long hair with both hands, as if she might rip it out.

I blinked, several times. Not fully processing what she had said. "What about my face? What do you mean all over social media?!" I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

She placed one hand over her throat, as if trying to breath. "A video. Of you..and Ryker Fox." She began frantically searching through her purse for her phone, while I was still trying to process.

Oh, God. A video?! Of me and Ryker?!  What kind of video?! How could a video of us be on social media?

She found her phone and seemed to be trying to find said video, just as I was finding my voice. "Gina..whatever video it is, you must be mistaken. Maybe it just looks like me? It must be a video of him with..someone else." I tried to hide the hint of jealousy I began to feel at the thought.

She handed out her phone, urging me to take it from her. "You don't understand, Emma. You're wearing the same thing you wore this morning. It's you."

This morning?! Oh, God. No. No no no no. Not this morning. That's impossible, there's no way anyone would have access to..

I was hesitant, but grabbed her phone. Not feeling like I wanted to see this, but knew I had to. As I pressed play on the video,  I could feel my heart pounding on my chest.

It was definitely  us. He had me against the wall, his head buried in my neck, and my hand grabbing his freaking dick.

No fucking way is this happening. This can't be happening. Can it?

Ryker Fox

Lakeside Apartments

After dropping the bomb known as Maria Martinez on Dexter, I could tell he was beyond frustrated with me for putting myself and Emma Riley  in this position. But he said right now there was no time to yell about it, thank God.

First things first, to get the video taken down. It won't be that hard to get the original video removed. Although the frustrating part about the internet, is once it's out there..it's out there. There really is no way of knowing for sure that it's not still floating around somewhere.

Dexter  said he was going to see if he could find out who was behind the profile that originally posted it. Double or nothing, it's Maria. Who hadn't posted anything on social media today from her profile. Something that was out of character for her.

While Dexter  worked on damage control, I had to find Emma Riley  and speak with her, face to face. So here I was, randomly showing up at her apartment.

I knocked on what I assumed was her front door, and heard commotion inside before someone flew the door open.

At the door stood a tall, pretty redhead who looked at me like I was the Ghost of Christmas Past.

"Oh, holy fuck!" She shouted, seeming to recognize me immedietly. If I wasn't so stressed out the moment, I would have laughed.

I cleared my throat as I tried to spoke in my best non-threatening  voice I could manage. "Hello. I'm sorry for dropping by like this..but I was hoping that Emma Ri--" just then I spotted Emma Riley behind the redhead.

She had a cell phone in her hand, staring at me with panic in her green eyes. She was breathing heavy, and I couldn't stop myself from taking in her appearance.

She was in a short, skimpy little outfit that did nothing to hide all of her delicious curves. I felt myself harden in response, and groaned in frustration.  For God's sake..not now, penis. At ease, Soldier.

I forced my eyes back to her face, and she was still staring at me..looking stunned. I knew she had seen the video.

I cleared my throat, and tried to keep my voice from giving away that I was panicked, too.

"Can I come in? We need to talk."

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