head lay against the cushion in the cab.
“I should have had my driver take me out. I hate taking cabs and shit. No offense.” I added as the cabby glanced at me in his mirror.
“Does it smell in here?” I whispered to Ryan and he laughed and moved close to me. I stopped moving as he touched my face and stared at me.
“I can see this is going to be a pain in my ass.”
“What?” I asked him and he kissed me. I pushed back from him and he sighed as he scooted back over.
“Okay, I get it Beth.”
“You get what , Ryan?”
He turned on the seat towards me and shook his head.
“I tried to rationalize it in my head. Once I knew his name and shit. I mean Ryan…Ryker. Easy mistake. I mean you text him on accident and then it turned into something, I get it Beth.”
“I text ed him on purpose Ryan.”
He stopped looking so sincere and leaned back on the seat.
“Oh,” he said and I looked out the window and then back to him.
“It was not a booty text or whatever you called it. I just wanted to go out.”
Ryan glared at me.
“Don’t you have any girlfriends at all?”
I looked down and then back up at him.
“Holland, she is my friend.”
“You have to have more.”
I turned and looked out the window.
“I don’t,” I said to low for him to hear.
“What?” he said a s he touched my arm, I quickly turned to face him.
“I don’t!” I yelled and he blinked.
“None? You are kidding me. Your family has more money than God.”
I swallowed and then leaned back and closed my eyes.
“Money doesn’t buy friends, it buys fake plastic people. I may be a bitch but I actually enjoy talking to people who have a heart and in my circles that was not happening so yeah, just Holland and she is up in that fucking hospital room dying, or waiting to fucking die or whatever,” I said as I leaned forward and felt sick to my stomach. He touched my back and then I started to dry heave and he yelled for the cab driver to stop. I opened the door up and stumbled out, throwing up like I was 16 again and unable to handle my liquor. Great. Ryan joined me and held my hair and I was mortified. Holland was the only person in the world who had witnessed me getting sick and now Ryan was here and experiencing probably the sickest thing you could with someone else. I stopped and caught my breath. Standing up and swaying a bit on my feet.
“I don’t feel that great, ” I said as I started to fall and Ryan caught me and scooped me up quickly. He walked back to the cab and placed me in it and told the driver to take us home.
****
I woke in my bed and at first it all seemed great until I sat up and my nose was killing me and my mouth was aching. I hissed and touched the bandage on my nose and remembered it all, every ugly detail and then the big finale when I threw up and passed out. That was just…
“Good morning, ” Ryan said as he walked in with nothing on and holding a tray of food. I leaned back and tried to pull my pillow up behind but he sat the tray down and grabbed it, then helped me lean back. I glanced up and saw his cock and tried to ignore the thought of it. I seriously feel like someone ran me over with a Bentley. I mean it would be a Bentley, not some cheap ass car if I was to be ran over to begin with and shit.
“I made you breakfast.”
“You did not.”
He stopped and grinned at me.
“You are right, I did not, BUT I brought it to you so can I get credit for that?” he asked me and I nodded as he slipped the silver tray over my legs and I stared at the food as my stomach grumble. I pressed on it and then looked up at him.
“I don’t eat eggs.”
“Really? Okay then you eat this and that and I will eat the eggs.”
He sat down in front of m e and the tray blocked his dick, which was partially hard as always. I picked up my fork and he took it from me and stabbed a strawberry and placed it to my lips as I opened up and let him feed me. I don’t remember being fed since I was little and
“I should have had my driver take me out. I hate taking cabs and shit. No offense.” I added as the cabby glanced at me in his mirror.
“Does it smell in here?” I whispered to Ryan and he laughed and moved close to me. I stopped moving as he touched my face and stared at me.
“I can see this is going to be a pain in my ass.”
“What?” I asked him and he kissed me. I pushed back from him and he sighed as he scooted back over.
“Okay, I get it Beth.”
“You get what , Ryan?”
He turned on the seat towards me and shook his head.
“I tried to rationalize it in my head. Once I knew his name and shit. I mean Ryan…Ryker. Easy mistake. I mean you text him on accident and then it turned into something, I get it Beth.”
“I text ed him on purpose Ryan.”
He stopped looking so sincere and leaned back on the seat.
“Oh,” he said and I looked out the window and then back to him.
“It was not a booty text or whatever you called it. I just wanted to go out.”
Ryan glared at me.
“Don’t you have any girlfriends at all?”
I looked down and then back up at him.
“Holland, she is my friend.”
“You have to have more.”
I turned and looked out the window.
“I don’t,” I said to low for him to hear.
“What?” he said a s he touched my arm, I quickly turned to face him.
“I don’t!” I yelled and he blinked.
“None? You are kidding me. Your family has more money than God.”
I swallowed and then leaned back and closed my eyes.
“Money doesn’t buy friends, it buys fake plastic people. I may be a bitch but I actually enjoy talking to people who have a heart and in my circles that was not happening so yeah, just Holland and she is up in that fucking hospital room dying, or waiting to fucking die or whatever,” I said as I leaned forward and felt sick to my stomach. He touched my back and then I started to dry heave and he yelled for the cab driver to stop. I opened the door up and stumbled out, throwing up like I was 16 again and unable to handle my liquor. Great. Ryan joined me and held my hair and I was mortified. Holland was the only person in the world who had witnessed me getting sick and now Ryan was here and experiencing probably the sickest thing you could with someone else. I stopped and caught my breath. Standing up and swaying a bit on my feet.
“I don’t feel that great, ” I said as I started to fall and Ryan caught me and scooped me up quickly. He walked back to the cab and placed me in it and told the driver to take us home.
****
I woke in my bed and at first it all seemed great until I sat up and my nose was killing me and my mouth was aching. I hissed and touched the bandage on my nose and remembered it all, every ugly detail and then the big finale when I threw up and passed out. That was just…
“Good morning, ” Ryan said as he walked in with nothing on and holding a tray of food. I leaned back and tried to pull my pillow up behind but he sat the tray down and grabbed it, then helped me lean back. I glanced up and saw his cock and tried to ignore the thought of it. I seriously feel like someone ran me over with a Bentley. I mean it would be a Bentley, not some cheap ass car if I was to be ran over to begin with and shit.
“I made you breakfast.”
“You did not.”
He stopped and grinned at me.
“You are right, I did not, BUT I brought it to you so can I get credit for that?” he asked me and I nodded as he slipped the silver tray over my legs and I stared at the food as my stomach grumble. I pressed on it and then looked up at him.
“I don’t eat eggs.”
“Really? Okay then you eat this and that and I will eat the eggs.”
He sat down in front of m e and the tray blocked his dick, which was partially hard as always. I picked up my fork and he took it from me and stabbed a strawberry and placed it to my lips as I opened up and let him feed me. I don’t remember being fed since I was little and
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