Ryker Fox

Ryker's Penthouse

It didn't take long for me to find out about Emma's identity being revealed on the news, because my social media and e-mail alike immediately started blowing up with notifications. People wanting, no..demanding answers. It still baffles me that people actually saw our relationship as their business.

The fact she happened to start out as my cleaning lady, and I had previous history with getting involved with my cleaning lady..made me look like some stereotypical Hollywood playboy. Which was super frustrating.

I know I've made plenty of mistakes in the past, but what I had with Emma was different. It was real. Probably the most real thing I've ever felt in my life. People who didn't even know us belittling it into me just trying to get a convenient piece of ass was not only insulting to me, but to her. Not to mention if we want to get technical, she never actually did any cleaning for me. Though I'm not sure that really would help my case.

I cringed imagining how much Dexter was freaking out. This had to break right before I had an important audition in the morning. My heart sank, as I couldn't help but feel this blew my chances.

But nothing upset my heart more than thinking of what Emma must be going through right now. I'm quite sure she has thrown herself into a panic attack.

I could barely think straight. I couldn't think of anything but Emma Riley. I wanted to be with her, to hold her and tell her that somehow everything was going to be okay.

I threw on my leather jacket and quickly slipped my shoes on as I prepared to head out the door. Instead of simply calling her, I would go to her house so I could comfort her properly.

As I grabbed my keys sitting on the kitchen counter, I shoved my consistently ringing phone in my pocket and set the alarm as I shut the door behind me.

I suppose I should have thought about it, but as I made my way downstairs and out front I was bombarded by a dozen paparazzi that had staked themselves outside my building.

I flinched and covered my face as the bright flashing lights of their cameras blinded me and made it hard to see in front of me the moment I stepped outside. They were all excitedly shouting at once, demanding some kind of statement on my 'scandalous' relationship with Emma Riley.

This is what we call the 'dark side' of fame. In that moment I felt like some kind of circus act, thrown in front of an audience for entertainment. This was one of the reasons it was hard to keep your humanity in this business. You are rarely treated like a human being.

Rage started to fill my heart as I heard some of the questions they were shouting. "Ryker, do you think Emma Riley is after your money?" "Is the young lady pregnant?" "Are you the only one she's sleeping with?" "How many other cleaning ladies has there been?" "Would you say you have a sex addiction?" My hands clenched into fists as I scolded myself to not take their cameras and beat them over the head with it. I wished Dexter was here, he could always calm things down in situations like this.

Suddenly, I had enough. I shouted at the top of my lungs, to be heard above their overlapping questions and camera flashes. "Stop! Everybody quiet!" I raised my hands up to motion for them to settle down, and they did as they was told as they realized I was about to make a statement..though they kept their cameras glued on my face.

I took a deep breath and willed myself to stay calm before I spoke. "As a matter of fact, I do have something to say."

Emma Riley

Lakeside Apartments

This was by far one of the weirdest, most overwhelming experiences I've ever had. Soon after the news broke of my identity, I'm talking almost immediately..people began to look me up on social media. Before I knew it, my usually quiet inbox was filled with hundreds of messages from complete and total strangers.

I shifted through some of them at first, before quickly realizing it was a bad idea. They all ranged from people gushing about how lucky I was to be with Ryker Fox and asking nosy questions about what he was like in bed, to jealous, threatening messages calling me a gold digging whore who was trying to ruin his career.

It amazes me the balls of some people. There was no type of boundaries whatsoever. I suddenly had a brief taste of what Ryker probably goes through on a daily basis.

It wasn't just messages from fans and haters alike either. Entertainment news stations began reaching out as well, in hopes of some exclusive, "tell-all" interview that threw Ryker under the bus and painted him as some spoiled, rich player who took advantage of me.

I finally just silenced my phone and excused myself to go take a hot shower, hoping it would help me feel better somehow. I could tell Gina was both freaked out and concerned, and immediately began plotting her revenge on my ex-boyfriend Sam, who she was sure was the one who tipped off the media. She was probably right, but I didn't want to deal with him right now.

I slipped on some comfy clothes and combed through my still wet hair in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, but my mind was a million miles away.

As I stared at my reflection, I thought about all that has changed in my life in such a short time. Who would have thought so much could happen just from me accepting a VIP client at my little cleaning job. Like a ripple effect, that one decision leading to all this.

If I hadn't accepted that job, I would still be an unknown right now. My inbox wouldn't be flooded with hateful messages, my face wouldn't be plastered on television and social media for all to criticize, there wouldn't be a somewhat sex tape floating out there somewhere, my ex-boyfriend and the ever-so-bitchy Maria Martinez wouldn't give a shit about what I'm doing with my life, It wouldn't matter to me who Sheila was and if she was actually pregnant with Ryker Fox's child.

There were many, many reasons to have regrets. But for the life of me, I couldn't wish any of it away. Because along with all the chaos and drama, came Ryker. If I hadn't accepted the job, what I have with him wouldn't exist. I suddenly found myself smiling, my eyes filled with tears. I realized that even if I could go back and make new choices, I would do it all over again..as long as the road led me to him.

"Emma! Come quick!!" Gina tore me out of my thoughts as she shouted down the hallway for me, her voice in an excited panic. I dropped the brush in my hands and ran towards the living room to see what the matter was.

I found her jumping up and down frantically pointing at the television. She was so excited that when she tried to speak it just came out as unintelligible stutters.

"For Christ's sake Gina, speak!" She eyed me annoyed as I commanded her to speak as though she was a dog. I wasn't trying to be rude, but she was seriously freaking me out..and I didn't need any help in that department.

She rolled her eyes, before resuming her excited, 'I need to pee' dance. She grabbed the remote and turned the volume up on television, turning my attention to it.

My heart jumped in my chest as I saw Ryker's beautiful face on the TV. They were outside his building, his clothes were casual and his hair was messy..like he had left the house in a hurry. But where was he going, and why was he talking to the paparazzi?

Gina and I both stood staring at the TV in a tense silence, nervously anticipating what he was about to say.

"There has been a lot said about me in the press. Some of it is true, but most of it is not." Ryker started. His voice was firm and commanding, and I admired his courage. He really knew how to command an audience's attention. "I admit, I've made a lot of mistakes in the past that I deeply regret. I'm truly sorry to anyone who has got hurt in the process. It was never my intention." I could see in his eyes and by the sincerity in his voice that he meant it, and my mind went to Sheila..who I was sure was watching.

"That being said, I feel the need to clarify something. Emma Riley, is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. She's the strongest, most independent woman I've ever met and she's never once asked me for anything but respect." My heart melted as tears ran down my cheeks at his tender words. Even though this was on national television, it felt like he was speaking directly to me.

He continued before getting ready to make his exit. "In fact, she's given me much more than she's taken. She's given me someone to love..and I do. I love Emma Riley, and I'm honored to know her." My jaw dropped as I felt Gina's eyes on me. Did he just say he..loved me?!

"So I will not tolerate anyone speaking negatively about her. Speak of me all you want, but not her. Anyone but her. Now I'm asking you to please respect our privacy and let us live our life. Thank you." With that he walked away, leaving the crowd of paparazzi excitedly shouting more questions and chasing after him to his car.

I was distracted from the television when I heard the sound of sniffling. I looked at Gina, and realized I wasn't the only one crying. She smiled at me sweetly and surprised me with a warm hug. I shook my head and smiled as I returned her embrace. Underneath her sass, she was just a big ol' softie.

"Name your first daughter after me, okay?" She squeaked out as her hug only tightened. I laughed, noting she was getting way ahead of herself.

He loved me. Ryker Fox loved me. Suddenly all the worries seemed trivial, and unimportant. Who cares what anyone else thinks about me? He fucking loves me.

Ryker Fox

Lakeside Apartments

As I approached Emma's front door, I found myself practically running. I felt so anxious to get to her, hold her, make sure she was okay. I sort of talked to the paparazzi without thinking, I just said what was on my heart.

But I was nervous that Emma wouldn't approve of my very public declaration. I really should have talked to her first. I lost my temper when I heard them saying unkind things about her.

As I attempted to collect my thoughts and rehearse in my mind what I was going to say Emma swung the door open, not seeming that surprised to see me.

Something about the look in her eyes told me, she had seen what I said on the news. But I couldn't quite figure out if she was upset or not, as she stared at me with a thoughtful expression.

I took a deep breath and decided it was up to me to break the silence, but I was still unsure of what I was going to say to make everything better. "Okay, so..before you say anything--"

My sentence was cut off as Emma grabbed me by my leather jacket and pulled me in for a kiss, but not just any kiss. There was an intense passion and hunger behind her embrace that surprised me, but very quickly drove me crazy.

I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and deepened our kiss as my tongue delightfully found hers. She dug her fingernails into my back which made a moan attempt to escape from somewhere in my throat.

I lifted her up with ease by her amazing thighs as she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. She ran her fingers through my unkempt dark hair as her breasts pressed up against my chest.

Before I could protest when she broke our kiss, she took my bottom lip between her teeth. I felt myself harden and I could tell she felt it too by the devil in her smile.

She looked at me with an intensity that stunned me silent as the sea glass green of her eyes burned into my very soul. Inches away from my lips, she broke the heated silence as she whispered; "I love you, too. Now take me to bed."

Emma Riley

Ryker very quickly trailed behind me as I walked inside and lead him by the hand to my room. Gina had already got the hint and was sitting on the couch with earphones in her ears, pretending to be engrossed in a video she was watching on her phone. Which is good, because something told me it was about to get very loud.

A mischievous grin involuntarily spread across my face as Ryker came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel the way he was pressed against my ass that he was hard, and I bit my lip as he pulled my hair back to whisper in my ear; "See what you did? Goddamnit, Emma." I giggled as I felt him nibble my earlobe with his teeth and guided me to my bedroom where he swiftly slammed the door behind him.

"Take it off." He pulled at my tank top, the words coming out like a command. There was an aggression in his voice as he spoke through gritted teeth, giving away how turned on he was.

I did as I was told and took off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He briefly stopped taking off his shirt as his eyes traveled down from my face to my chest. His mouth briefly hung open and I smirked, pleased I still had such an effect on him even though it was nothing he hadn't seen before.

"Thank you baby Jesus. I accept these blessings with a grateful heart and an open mouth." He said the sentence under his breath, more to himself than to me. I immediately started laughing so hard I snorted, though his face remained serious and focused.

I was unprepared as he charged at me, picking me up like I weighed nothing and tossing me on my bed. Now it was my mouth that was hung open in shock as he pulled down his pants, past his erection.

"Holy shit." I exclaimed between my heavy breaths as he grabbed me by my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

"You're in a lot of trouble, you know that?" He growled the sentence out as he stroked his shaft and climbed on top of me. His body weighing me down on the soft sheets as he bent his mouth down to my bare neck, going straight for what he knew was my most sensitive spot.

My light giggles quickly turned into loud moans as he pulled off my underwear and slipped his fingers inside me. He knew exactly the right spot to go to that drove me crazy, and I threw my head back as my mouth dropped open in ecstasy. He knew just how to please me, and I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone but him.

He chuckled, seeming pleased with himself as he realized how fast he managed to get me wet. I had to roll my eyes at his smug grin, as he all but gave himself a high five.

"So sorry I don't have a cookie to give you." I mumbled sarcastically, though my voice sounded weak. His grin spread wider as he lowered his head down to my waist. My eyes followed him while I tried keeping my breathing under control.

"Oh, you have something much better to feed me." He said with a devious smile and a wild look in his eyes. He spread my legs further apart and licks his lips as his face got closer and closer between my thighs.

His grin only widened as he realized he had me in the palm of his hands. I was overcome with anticipation as his face disappeared between my legs and I felt his tongue eagerly enter inside me.

"Goddamn, you really are wet for me, aren't you?" His voice was muffled, but I could hear the cockiness and satisfaction in his tone. Not that I could blame him because holy fuck, was he good at this. I tightened the grip my legs had around his shoulders as he continued, just to make damn sure he knew he wasn't going anywhere.

I'm not sure how long it had been or how many times I climaxed, because I had lost track of all time completely. It was like an outer body experience. Every sexual experience was like that with Ryker. It was unlike nothing I had ever felt before. He satisfied me in every way possible.

It wasn't just because of the obvious reasons. Yes, he was gorgeous, hot, and well...experienced. But it was more than that. There was something about being with a man who really wants you, and actually cares about making you feel good, that is really incredibly sexy. Something about knowing I can trust the man I'm with, made me feel safe. I didn't have that with my previous relationship.

I cringed as I unintentionally reminded myself of my ex-boyfriend, Sam. Ryker seemed to notice as we both laid there lifeless and exhausted after several hours of intense love making.

"Good to see you're alive. I was starting to wonder if I had actually fucked you to death." Ryker said sarcastically, with a slight smugness in his tone. But his breathing was slightly weak..giving away he was tired, too. I rolled my eyes at him as he studied me closely. "What's wrong?" He asked cautiously.

I smiled at him, which seemed to ease his mind as his expression softened. "I was just thinking how lucky I am." I said thoughtfully, which was the truth. I did not mention anything about Sam because he didn't deserve to have this moment. This moment was ours. Ryker's, and mine.

Ryker smiled a charming, crooked smile as he softly laid his head on my chest. I gently stroked his head as he gave me light kisses on my bare skin.

"I'm glad you still feel that way. Even though.." His voice trailed off as if he had just brought up a subject he was afraid might ruin the mood.

"Even though people know who I am now and everyone has something to say about it?" I finished his sentence with a dry tone, already knowing what he was thinking. I heard him let out a deep sigh as he absentmindedly played with a strand of my long, messy sex hair.

"I'm sorry, Emma. I can't help but feel like it's all my fault. You shouldn't have to go through all this media mess." His voice sounded remorseful, and quiet. I pulled his head up to my face, urging his eyes to connect with mine.

"You shouldn't have to go through it, either. But as long as moments like this come along with it. I'll take it. Let them talk." I kissed him softly on his lips, and he touched my face with the back of his hand. Something about the look in his eyes made me blush, and I bit my bottom lip as I tried to hide my smile.

"I don't deserve you. No one has ever supported me the way that you do. Not even my own family." He said softly as his fingers grazed over my lips. Then his face scrunched up in thought as he continued. "Well to be fair, Dexter is supportive too. But you have much bigger tits." I playfully slapped his arm as he let out a very loud laugh, like he was the funniest man alive.

"Just like that, the moment is gone." I teased as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place like he was afraid I'd try to escape. "You're lucky you have a big audition tomorrow, or I'd be tempted to kill you in your sleep."

The playful expression on his face suddenly fell as he stared off in the distance, looking defeated. For a moment, I thought he had actually taken my joking seriously. "Hey..you know I was just kidding." I said wearily, studying his face.

Ryker Fox

I smiled a weak smile and gave Emma a wink, assuring her I wasn't upset with her. "It's not that. I was just thinking about my audition. I feel like my chances are blown already. What if they don't take me seriously?"

I sat myself up in bed as I began to panic now that I was talking about it out loud. Emma sat herself up too and her hand stroked circular motions on my back, as if trying to keep me calm.

"What if I bomb the audition and everybody finds out? Then people will start thinking that I've lost my touch and the only place I'll have a chance of getting a job at is McDonald's?!" I was pulled out if my internal freak out by the sound of Emma's laughter.

I looked at her curiously, and she was shaking her head at me. "You're over-exaggerating." She said skeptically while she raised one eyebrow in my direction. "You're going to do amazing. They'd be idiots to not give you the role." The certainty in her voice as if she was stating simple facts made me smile, and I could feel myself calming down already. Her faith in me was inspiring, and made me want to have faith too.

"Feel better?" She asked with hope in her voice, noting the smile on my face. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. I wrapped my arms around her and she let her arms rest around my waist in a hug. She's lucky this was such a tender moment, or I'd be tempted to point out her boobs were rubbing up against my chest again.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. I don't deserve you." I smiled at her as I made a silent promise to myself to do everything I could to make her proud.

Emma Riley

Lakeside Apartments
Early the next morning

It took about five seconds after I had started to wake up to realize Ryker was no longer in bed with me. The bed felt empty, and cold somehow. At first I panicked that he had left without saying goodbye, and then scolded myself to not be so clingy.

When I heard the shower running in my bathroom, I sat myself up out of bed. I stretched my sore muscles as I examined myself in front of my mirror.

I was still as naked as the way I was born, and my hair looked like several creatures had built their nests inside it. I had to laugh, as it was pretty obvious by my appearance what I had spent most of the night doing.

I spotted my phone on the charger on my nightstand, but choose to ignore it for now. So far I was choosing to deal with all this media drama by not dealing with it. Besides..the only two people I really cared to talk to at the moment are Ryker and Gina, and they're both in the house right now.

I tried in vain to brush my hair out, but it was obvious fairly quickly that I was in need of a shower. Just then I remembered the sound of the running shower in the bathroom, and a mischievous grin came over my face.

I entered the bathroom, and immediately saw Ryker through the glass doors of the walk in shower. His back was turned toward me and he hadn't heard me come in, so I let myself take in his appearance.

The hot steam coming out of the shower as the water dripped down his naked, toned body invited me. I found myself naturally walking closer, aching to be near him.

I giggled as he let out a very exaggerated yawn, and I realized how exhausted he still was. Not that I blamed him. Not only did we have an eventful day, but he sure put in a lot of work last night..if you catch my drift.

He spun around at the sound of my laughter, like I had startled him. But as soon as he saw me, he took in my naked body with a smile on his face.

"Well, good morning." He said playfully, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. "I was just trying to wake myself up. Big day today." He gestured towards the hot shower, nerves filling his voice.

He bit his bottom lip as I opened the glass door and joined him in the shower. I played innocent as I stood there and let the water drip down my hair and my body, pretending not to notice how closely he was studying me.

I smirked as I took a few steps toward him, until his back was against the wall. "If you needed someone to wake you up, why didn't you just say so? I can think of a few ways."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I drowned his words out with my kiss. I wanted to enjoy this moment together, because it was moments with him that made everything worth it.

He deepened our kiss as he pulled me into him, and we both let ourselves put all our worries in the back of our mind, to deal with later.

His audition, the circus that was the media, my ex, Sheila..there were many things to be concerned about. Many things that needed to be dealt with. He was right, it was a big day.

But I wasn't as scared as I would have been once. Knowing I wasn't facing it alone, that we would face it together..comforted me.

"Have I told you that I love you yet, today?" He whispered in my ear as he straddled me against the shower wall.

I couldn't help but smile, fully aware of how those words made me feel coming from his lips.

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