His Property novel Chapter 2

My life since that day had been pretty ineffective and boring, so when I received a phone call from an unknown number 3 months later, I guess you could say I was confused.

"Hello?" I answered plopping down on my bed, I was ready for sleep, I was ready to close my eyes while time around me sped past. God, I miss being a kid. Having the first 18 years of your life paid for you seemed to be so overrated these days. Everyone wanted to grow up and move out as if it were that easy, it's not. It's trash.

"Hey, this is the guy from the diner. You spilled water on me." He reminded me yet again that I was a fucking clutz.

"Yes, hi."

"Meet me at Melisse Restaurant at 6. Dress nice." He demanded before hanging up the phone.

When I said 'I could buy you a drink' I meant like a beer or a few shots of his favorite poison, not not a $500 glass of champagne.

I groaned. Thank God for 'extracurricular activities'.

Nevertheless, I readied myself for an eventful night, a floor-length black dress with a thigh-high slit down the side, black 4-inch stilettos, and my hair in a tight ponytail wrapped in silver thread.

And I thought, maybe I outdid myself, but when I saw him in the parking lot of the restaurant, couldn't help but think, maybe I didn't do enough. It was a classic black and white suit, yes. But he had a silver Rolex on his wrist, a silver Gucci pocket square, a black bowtie, and slick back hair.

"Good evening." He kissed my hand, I smiled and nodded thinking about how this would hurt my bank account.

"My name is Ryder Byson."

"Natalia Murdock," I said as we entered the classy and expensive environment.

"Welcome to Melisse, if you don't have a reservation we will not be able to take you today if you do then please give me your last name." A very familiar-sounding woman hadn't even looked up from the paper.

"Byson."

The woman's eyes widened in shock. "is this your way of spiting me?" She scowled raising her voice above the soft murmurs of the environment.

"Table for 2 Ms. Sofner, If I were you, I would keep your voice at a minimum, I don't think the man you've been cheating on me with for 6 months could keep you from getting fired this time." Ryder tilted his head as his words gracefully struck her with guilt. So was this why he brought me here? To get back at his ex? Typical.

"Aren't you that whore from that diner?" Her eyes landed on me. I frowned.

"Speak to me again and I will cut your tongue off and glue it on your forehead. You big dunce." I giggled.

She didn't respond. Instead, she walked from behind her desk and directed us to a table.

"Your waitress will be with you shortly." She groaned walking away.

"I'm not here no make your exes jealous. You should've found someone else." I said bluntly.

"I admit, that is why I brought you here but on the contrary, you do owe me." He chuckled. He was used to getting what want. I could see it in his eyes.

"You're right. Here is this bill money." I set down $200 I doubt this was enough to cover it.

He looked at the money and frowned.

"What type of man would I be if I took this money?" He asked as I stood to leave.

"The same type that uses a waitress from a diner to get back at his ex." I started walking away when I felt a steel grip on my wrist.

"Here." He rolled the money up and pushed it into my bodice. I stared at him and even rose my hand to slap him when I stopped myself to avoid creating a scene. I struggled at first but yanked my hand away from him, as I walked out he chased after me. God, why does everything he do remind me of a cliche rom-com?

"Natalia wait. Please, just get some drinks with me. I know a spot." She said. The sky was getting darker as I checked my phone.

"Fine." I put my phone in my clutch.

"I'm driving." He chuckled. I frowned but followed him to his car. It was a 2020 Audi Q7. I've been saving up to get this.

fucking car.

We drove for about 30 minutes to a bar. A fucking bar.

I got out and didn't even wait for him as made my way inside the bar was half full as all eyes turned to me. As Ryder walked in behind me I watched as everyone resumed.

"Ryder, " The bartender waved. I sat on the barstool as he sat beside me.

"Hey, Nick." Ryder smiled.

"Who might this be." He smirked. Ryder chuckled.

"Natalia." I waved. Ryder looked at Nick, and Nick looked at Ryder. The way they silently communicated kind of crept me out.

"You want the regular?" Finally, Nick asked breaking the needed silence. Ryder nodded.

"Alright, and what's your poison little lady?" He asked.

"2 shots of cinnamon and whiskey 1 shot of tequila."

"KInda hardcore don't ya think?"

I looked at him.

"About what?" I asked as he sat at his desk. He beckoned me to him so I did as was told.

"About this." He showed a short clip of him and I walking on CNN.

'Ryder Byson and His Wife To Be On A Date.' I leaned on the desk to read the title.

I had so many questions.

"You must be wondering what the fuck is going on. I'll begin explaining once you allow me to concentrate." He groaned.

"What are you talking about?" I hadn't even looked back... well not until I felt his hands grip my waist and his pelvis slide between my ass cheeks.

"Jesus." He groaned continuing to massage my ass cheeks, he lifted my robe and continued to worship my ass slapping it hard every few seconds before cooling the area with the palm of his hand.

"R-Ryder." I moaned a beckon for him to stop. What surprised me was that he did. He ran his hand up my back sending shivers down my spine. His hand stopped at my hair gripping my roots firmly as he pulled me up to him.

"Imagine what it would be like-" I wrapped my hand arms around his neck and moaned throughout his words.

"Hands bound behind your back, long hard strokes, hearing me groan your name telling you how much I love your pussy, hearing it gush around my shaft... Imagine Natalia." He let my hair go and sat back down in his chair.

"Anyways, that was just a suggestion." He chuckled as my breath grew haggard and unsteady. Where was my asthma pump when I needed it.

"Are you alright?" He asked I nodded and knelt down, I needed to breathe, to soothe the liquid pooling between my legs.

"Come here." He pulled me by my arm into his lap and smiled pleased with my reaction.

"Open your legs." He whispered. I didn't though. He pulled my back to his chest and grabbed my throat firmly. I refused.

"Open them." His voice was deep and hearty coming from deep within his throat. I did as I was told. He moved my panties out of his way and kissed my neck.

"Promise me you'll stay still." He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head as he gave another one of those hearty chuckles.

He began with just rubbing my clit fast then slow, then fast again, he was playing with as if studying my reactions.

I caught a glimpse of the time on his desktop and jumped up off his lap.

"Wha-"

"I have to go to work." I rushed out in the robe looking for my work outfit.

Sebrina and I had a lot to discuss.