Ryker Fox

Ryker's Penthouse
The Next Morning

I woke up to the sun creeping through my bedroom window, giving away it was morning. For a second I was so disoriented I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. We hadn't got much sleep last night, if you catch my drift. I promised Emma I would fuck her until the sun comes up, and I wasn't kidding. I was pretty sure Ryker Junior was on life support.

I looked to the right on the king-sized bed beside me to see a still naked Emma, passed out cold. She was laying on her stomach, the sun hitting her shiny blonde hair. The blanket she was covered up with had half fallen off the bed, but she was too passed out to notice.

My eyes couldn't help but travel to each and every one of her curves, until my eyes had reached her ass. Damn. That ass doesn't get nearly enough credit. I just want to take a bite out of it like a fucking peach.

I could still see where her ass was red from me spanking it last night. In other news, Ryker Junior is now off life support and is expected to make a full recovery. Thank you for your prayers. Seriously though..God. She really was beautiful. I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at her.

"Are you really staring at my ass while I'm sleeping, you perv?" I was pulled out of my fantasies by the sound of Emma's voice. I thought she was still sleeping, so it caught me off guard. I looked at her face and she was smiling at me. Her bright green eyes burning into my soul.

"What in our history makes you sound so surprised?" I countered. She thought about it for a moment, and laughed. There was still sleep in her voice as she rolled over to lay on her back.

"Touche." She chuckled as she brushed the hair out of her face. She made eye contact with me and realized my eyes had now settled on her breasts, my mouth practically watering. She scoffed, already looking entirely done with my shit. "Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe you're some kind of a nymphomaniac?"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Hmm..have you ever considered the possibility that maybe your body just drives me crazy?" She blushed at my words and I crawled on top of her, pressing my lips to hers.

She began to protest so I broke our kiss and looked at her, puzzled. "As much as I love doing...this. You wore me out last night. I swear to God, I don't think I can move." I chuckled to myself, her words giving me a bit of an ego boost. I stroked her cheek with my hand, and smiled at her.

"That's alright. We can continue this later." I said softly, not wanting to pressure her into doing anything she wasn't into at the moment. Besides, while my stamina was quite impressive, I suppose I was pretty exhausted myself.

I began to sit myself up and stretched my still sleepy muscles. I couldn't help but laugh as Emma stayed in place, looking frozen. I really did wear her out.

"Would you like some breakfast? It won't take long to whip something up." She beamed at the word 'breakfast', so I took that as a yes. "Well, go ahead and rest if you want..I can let you know when it's ready." I suggested while I slipped on my boxers that had been abandoned on the floor.

Emma groaned in frustration. She looked like she felt really sore, as she winced while she took longer than neccessary to sit herself up. "Christ on a cracker, you damn near broke me in half." She complained as she finally managed to get up.

Ryker junior felt very proud of himself. I grinned from ear to ear, which made her glare at me. "Were you complaining, or saying thank you?" I teased as I raised one eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes while she searched the room for the clothes she was wearing last night, but there was a smile on her face.

She spotted a hint of pink cloth jumbled on the floor and waddled over to it, assuming it was her mini skirt. "Oh my god! Are you serious?" She shouted as she picked up the pink cloth.

I was confused, and stopped in my tracks to study her. "Serious about what?"

Emma Riley

I turned around to face him with a bewildered look on my face, and he stood there looking disgustingly innocent.

"Are you not seeing this?!" I gestured to the pink cloth still in my hands. He shrugged as if he didn't see the problem, so I elaborated. "It's my mini skirt I wore last night."

He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, trust me..I remember. Besides, I don't own anything pink so I kind of figured. What about it?"

My jaw dropped open, not believing he actually couldn't see the problem. Men are so oblivious sometimes. I held up the cloth in both hands like I was a second grader during show-and-tell.

"It's literally ripped in half, Ryker!" I narrowed my eyes in anger. I really liked that skirt, and now it's destroyed. Ryker thought about it for a moment, seeming to process what I was saying. He then bent himself over the bed holding his stomach, laughing hysterically. I wasn't feeling amused at the moment.

"You ripped it in half last night?! How do I not remember that?" I examined the cloth closer, still not believing it. Ryker finally managed to stop laughing enough to straighten himself up, and wiped tears off his face.

"You probably don't remember because we were drunk with lust..and scotch. We were drunk off lust and scotch." He belly laughed, his irritatingly perfect smile brightened up the room and making it hard to stay angry.

"Well, how did you not realize it was torn and half before I told you?! It's obvious!" I looked at what was left of the skirt in sadness, which made him start to laugh again. Prick.

"Are you forgetting that you're standing there completely naked? What kind of hetrosexual hot-blooded male would I be if the thing I paid attention to was the pink skirt in your hands?" He crossed his arms over his bare chest, his voice challenging but playful. His eyes scanned over my bare body and I flushed, because I actually did forget I was still naked.

I was now too embarrassed to remember what I was yelling about, and I was getting distracted by the way Ryker was smiling while he looked over my body. He had that wild look in his eyes again.

"Um..weren't you supposed to be making breakfast or something?" I hedged, desperate to break the tension. "I need to take a shower anyway." I discarded the torn pink cloth on the bed, as it was no use to me now. R. I. P. to the skirt it used to be.

"Ooo..a shower, huh?" His voice perked up as he took a few steps closer. I put my hands up, motioning for him to stop.

"Don't even think about it! You, breakfast! Me, shower!" I started to walk towards Ryker's bathroom, until I heard Ryker clear his throat..as if not saying something. "What?"

He smirked at me, and I was temporarily distracted by his dimples. Then he pressed his lips together and squinted his eyes as if deep in thought.

"I guess I was just wondering..since your skirts kind of out of the question, did you need to borrow one of my shirts or something?" He stared at me with an amused look on my face, waiting for me to get his point.

Shit. I finally got it. I connected my forehead with my palm. "What the hell am I supposed to wear when I leave here? I can't go out in public wearing nothing but your shirt!" How annoying. All this because Ryker is an ass who couldn't wait for me to slip my skirt off like a normal human being.

RIIIIPPP. Oh, whoops! Good thing you didn't need that skirt. Nope. Not necessary. It was just covering your freaking vagina. Anywho, let's make out!

Ryker pulled me out of my thoughts by breaking the silence. "First of all..who said you were leaving?" He winked and I scoffed at him, while turning back to head to the bathroom. He was of no help whatsoever.

"Hey wait, I wasn't finished! Rude ass." He called after me and I reluctantly turned around to face him. I shrugged at him impatiently, urging him to get on with it. "I was just thinking..why don't you call your friend Gina over with a change of clothes for you?" He said it very matter of fact, and let me think it over for a few moments. As it turns out..it wasn't a horrible idea.

I grunted, as I realized the downside to this plan. Ryker looked at me confused when he saw my expression change. "What's the problem?"

I let out an exhausted sigh, seriously wishing I could just get back in that bed and forget the whole getting dressed thing.

"You've met Gina." I said it like it should be obvious what the problem was. "What do you think she's going to say when I call her and ask her to bring me a set of clothes because you ripped mine off my body?!" Ryker started to once again, laugh hysterically as I felt my temperature rising. Saying it out loud made me blush.

I remembered that I was still standing there naked, and decided I should probably just suck it up. Meaning..I had to call Gina. Ugh. Fuck my life with a great big stick. This roasting session is going to be more brutal than anything you've ever seen on Comedy Central. Gina was an expert roaster.

One time in high school, some football jerk named Steven Doutis grabbed my breast in the hallway. I wanted to let it go, but Gina was pissed. Her dainty, ballerina frame and pretty features made the average person underestimate her ability to make you cry.

I remember her marching up to him, ignoring all my protesting. His face looked so damn smug, like he thought it was hilarious a girl would challenge him.

She remained unphased by his attempts to belittle her. She said,"how would you like it if someone walked up and grabbed your dick?" He laughed, and I just stood there covering my face..wishing I were someplace else.

"Why..are you offering, red? In that case, go for it!" He thrusted his crotch and his friends all laughed. Gina pretended to think about it, before finally nodding her head in agreement.

"Okay, sure! I'll grab your dick!" She beamed and went digging through her bag. I could only stare at her with my mouth open, not know where she was going with this. Even Steven and his shithead friends didn't seem to know what she was doing.

Just then, she wiped out a pair of tweezers from the bottom of her bag, holding it in her fingers like a tiny pair of tongs. She squinted her eyes at his crotch, as if straining to see something. "Alright, I'm ready! Whip it out!"

Steven looked mortified as his friends both started to laugh at him. Gina shrugged, and tossed the tweezers back in her bag. "Not in the mood anymore, huh? Well then maybe you should keep your hands to your fucking self."

She then turned around, took me by the arm..and we continued our day as usual. Steven Doutis never so much as looked in our direction again after that.

Sure, that was different circumstances. But the point is, I knew first-hand how unfortunate it can be to be on the other end of her sass. Even though she one-hundred-percent means well, she will also one-hundred-percent make me want to crawl under a rock.

"Well..I'm going to go make breakfast. I'll go ahead and make extra in case Gina wants to eat." He lingered a lot longer than necessary, and I found myself getting impatient.

"What are you waiting for exactly?" I asked while I searched the room for my phone. Let's hope it's not dead. I glanced back at Ryker, and rolled my eyes when I realized what he was looking at.

"I was just thinking..I'm bummed you have to put clothes back on that body of yours. It's a shame to mess with perfection, isn't it?" He smiled one of his smiles that I loved so much, melting my heart and taking it with him out of the room.

It took me a few minutes searching the room until I finally found my phone twisted up in the comforter that was half hanging off Ryker's king-sized bed. God, the things he did to me on that bed..no. Stop it, Emma.

I saved my abandoned phone and prayed that it would at least have enough battery to call Gina. As luck would have it, it still had eleven percent.

I went into my recent calls and selected Gina's number. As I listened to it ring I tried to go over what I was going to say in my head. Hi, so funny thing happened last night. Ryker and I were about to fuck when all of a sudden--

Ugh. There is just no way to say this without her turning it into a thing. "Heyyyy you. Good to know you are alive." Gina's voice was playful and teasing as she obviously already expected something happened because I didn't come home.

"My phone is almost dead Gina, I don't have much time." I rushed out the sentence in a hurry, using my low battery as an excuse to keep it short. I heard her let out an annoyed grunt, but let me continue.

"Is there any way you could bring me a change of clothes and my phone charger to Ryker's penthouse? I could text you the address real quick." I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping she would give me a simple yes and leave it at that.

Gina paused for a moment before responding. I checked my battery; it was now eight percent. "What happened to the clothes you were wearing last night?" She finally asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Fuck. I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. "There was a.." I paused mid-sentence, struggling to find the right way to say it that would make it as painless as possible. "...bit of an accident. They are no longer....well, the skirt ripped, so..." Yeah. I got nothing.

The other end was so silent that I checked the phone in panic, thinking it had died. Six percent. Sure enough, it said she was still on the line. "Um..Gina? Dying phone, remember? Not much time here."

She cleared her throat, sounding like she was trying to hide a laugh. I clenched my teeth and tried to prepare myself to be the target of an infamous Gina Roast. But instead, she shocked me by keeping it very short. "Huh..makes sense. Send me the address and I'll be right over."

What? Did she just....what? Since when is she so agreeable? Why am I even questioning it right now? "Thanks, Gina. Any outfit will do, just please don't bring something that will make me look like a hooker."

I heard her scoff while I quickly texted her Ryker's address. Somehow I had a feeling she was waiting to drill me when we were in person. "Okay, it's sent." I said while putting the phone up to my ear again.

"Okay. But did your bra and underwear survive this freak ripping accident or should I bring a change of those too?" I could hear her laughing, but the phone died before I had the chance to respond. Ugh. She's so going to make my life miserable when she gets here.

Remembering what Ryker said about borrowing one of his shirts, I went into his walk-in closet and pulled out a long black dress shirt to wear when I got out of the shower, until Gina got here.

I couldn't help but smile, as I admitted one simple truth. Being here with Ryker felt really nice. Last night..felt really nice, too. I could feel us growing closer, our bond becoming more than just an intense physical and sexual attraction.

It was all so exciting..but terrifying at the same time.

Ryker Fox

Ryker's Kitchen

On our date, I definitely felt like I managed to do what I had set out to do. I got to know her better, in more ways than one. I found I had a permanent smile glued on my face as I realized, I had never felt like this before. It was a funny thing to be an actor, who was often typecast as the "leading man" and have to portray feelings I had yet to really experience myself.

One thing I learned about her, was that she wasn't a "fancy" kind of girl. The restaurant we went to was beautiful, and I know we both had a good time.

That being said, she would have been just as happy if I had taken her to Taco Bell. While she appreciated the "fancy stuff," she didn't need it to have a good time. She was the most low maintenance woman I had ever pursued, in that sense. Honestly, it was one of her most attractive qualities.

So many women chased after my money, but not necessarily chased after me. Emma didn't like me for my money, and she wasn't afraid to put me in my place if she thought I deserved it. I really felt like she was exactly the kind of woman that I not only wanted, but I needed.

It's important especially in the entertainment industry to have someone who will keep you grounded. That's why you see so many celebrities lose their way, because they don't have someone like Emma Riley in their lives.

Going on that same point of view, for breakfast I decided to cook her something simpler, more classic. Last time I made her breakfast I went for something fancier. She enjoyed it, much like she enjoyed the restaurant last night. But it wasn't the world she was used to. I wanted to show her she doesn't have to be the only one adapting to new things. I wanted to meet her halfway.

I was almost done with the French Toast when I heard a text message come through my phone. I picked up my phone that was resting on the counter and found one unread text message from Mr. Killjoy himself.

Dexter
Don't forget about going over that script today. Last chance! Audition's TOMORROW!

It's really a shame Dexter never had children. He was an expert nagger. I can just picture him popping his head through his kid's door; "If you're in here having fun you better stop that crap right now! Don't forget, you have school TOMORROW! Time is money, love you and stuff!"

He was right though, in his defense. As much as I'd love to just spend the day in bed with Emma, I need to think about my career as well. I have to learn to find a healthy balance. I just haven't quite figured how to do that yet.

Just then I heard a knock on the door, and I assumed it was probably Gina. I did one last check of the French Toast, which looked incredible if I do say so myself.

I walked to the front door and swung it open. Gina was standing on the other side with a gold bag in her hands, that I assumed had Emma's clothes in them. She did a quick double take of my appearance, and I realized I was still just in my boxers. It was probably painfully obvious what went on between Emma and I here, as evident by the smirk on Gina's face as she stepped inside.

She stopped in her tracks and her brown eyes widened, taking up most of her face. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, until she curled her nose up in the air like she smelled something.

I pressed my lips together and tried not to laugh as she turned to face me, looking downright ecstatic. "Did you..cook?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "That smells like--"

"French Toast?" I finished her thought, and could no longer hold in my laughter. She looked like she was going to cry.

"How did you know? That's my favorite breakfast!" She placed her hands over her heart, a longing look in her eyes.

"You like French Toast?" I was still having a hard time stopping my laughter. She was such an animated person. Such a huge personality for someone so small.

"Do I like French Toast? I'm passionate about it!" She clapped her hands together and did some weird spaz dance. I can see why Emma liked being around her. She was quite the character.

"You're welcome to stay for breakfast, if you like. I'm just finishing up, Emma is in my room. Last door to the right." I smiled, gesturing for her to make herself at home. She smiled back before skipping down the hallway to my room.

She seemed way more excited about staying for French Toast than the average person would be. I chuckled to myself as I went back to the kitchen to finish breakfast. I was glad that during those times I had to focus on my career, that Emma had someone like Gina to keep her company.

Emma Riley

Ryker's Bedroom

As weird as it may sound, I could tell it was Gina just from the knock. I was somewhere in between excited to tell her about my evening, to dreading having to tell her about my evening.

"Come in, Gina." I called out as I tried to comb through my still wet hair with my fingers. Gina came inside, looking beautiful as always and even more perky than usual.

"Dude, he's making us French Toast!" She beamed as she handed a bag over to me. Ah, that explains the unusual perkiness. She's obsessed with French Toast. That was so sweet of him to think to invite my best friend for breakfast. Sam was never very friendly and possessive with me around Gina. I think mostly because, he saw Gina as a threat for my attention.

But Ryker, he was confident enough to not only be bothered that he wasn't the only one I was close to, but embrace it.

"You need to put a ring in it! A man who will make French Toast for you and your bestie is a fucking keeper!" She beamed and I wasn't sure if it was about the French Toast, or Ryker. Maybe both?

I put my hands up defensively as I pulled out my phone charger from the bag. "Whoa now! It's way too early to be talking about rings!" She rolled her eyes as I found an outlet to plug in my dead phone. "We just had our first real date, for crying outloud."

I instantly regretted bringing it up when I saw her expression change. She was temporarily lost in her desire of French Toast. A grin spread across her face as she took in the fact I was wearing nothing but his shirt.

"Speaking of dates." She started as I avoided eye contact, taking out the clothes she brought me. I have to say, she was pretty good at pairing outfits together. Inside the bag was straight leg blue jeans, a flowery black and white crop top, with a long cream sweater and flats.

I was pulled away from my focus on the outfit when Gina continued. "Your date must have gone pretty well, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows as I pulled out the clean bra and underwear she brought.

I sighed, trying and failing to hide my suddenly red face. I decided to go with vague honesty. "It was incredible, Gina. Best date ever." I was quite sure I had stars in my eyes as I thought of Ryker. Gina smiled thoughtfully, seeming genuinely happy for me.

"You're totally falling for him, and I think it's the best thing since French Toast." Gina's voice perked up at the mention of the French Toast again.

I started to feel nervous as I buttoned the jeans. "I...I don't know if falling for him is the right way to put it." I mean, it was probably the right way to put it. But I wasn't ready to admit that outloud.

She rolled her eyes as she held out the crop top for me. "That's not what it looked like from the pictures."

I stopped what I was doing and froze. I blinked at her twice, trying to process the words I just heard. Maybe part of me was waiting for her to say it was some kind of joke.

When she didn't, I broke the silence. "Pictures? What pictures?" I took the crop top out of her hands and slipped it on. She looked confused by my question.

"You seriously don't remember the whole..you know, paparazzi thing last night? Do you think they were taking pictures just for the hell of it? They've been posted all over the internet, Emma." She shrugged, obviously thinking it should have went without saying.

That's when I remembered. When we were leaving the restaurant, the paparazzi bombarded us. Dozens of cameras, flashing lights, tons of strangers demanding information out of us, how could I have forgotten? It was pretty traumatizing at the time. But Ryker had a way of making everything feel okay.

I let out a frustrated grunt as I realized what that meant. I was thrown into the public eye. Again. First the video, now this. But I suppose if I'm going to date Ryker I have to get used to that. I just have a hard time seeing how anyone can 'get used to' being mobbed in public, have your face thrown out there for everyone to see and you're expected to just grin and bare it all.

"I have to see these pictures." I walked over to my phone on the charger as I slipped on the cream sweater. Gina trailed behind me and set the flats down on the floor by my feet.

I slipped my feet in them as I nervously waited on my phone to restart. Had they figured out who I was yet? These pictures are bound to be way clearer than that video from the hidden camera. Someone was bound to identify me eventually, and after I was no longer a nameless face..that will be a whole new ballgame.

"What exactly did they say about the pictures?" I asked Gina, trying to prepare myself for what I was about to see. The moment my phone turned on, a text message notification came through. So I decided to check that first.

"Oh, just that there was a hot new couple to look out for. Apparently a source says the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other in Del Posto Restaurant. They still haven't figured out your name, though." Her smile faded as she noticed the shocked look on my face as I stared down at my phone. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't believe it was true. I couldn't believe I was saying it, as I stared at the new text message. "Sam texted me."

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