With Love, Ryan (Shattered#1)

.16

| Eleanor |

I stared at him.

In his shirtless glory.

Now I could make some sense of why girls kept following him around. He had the kind of allure that makes you want to know him.

His everything and the thought was scary because . . .I was starting to want to know his everything. .

"I. . . what do you regret the most?" I couldn't help but ask. Wish I was the person who had the tactics to make people spill but. .

He smiled . . messing with my heart.

"What makes you think love is destructive?" He asked me in the same manner.

In my face manner.

And I spluttered." Well—because. .," I struggled, "because it is!"

Ryan cocked a dark eyebrow. "That's because you haven't met regret yet."

I turned my body at him, one of my hand going behind the couch. .my legs tucked under me.

"Why do you wanna make me spell it? Love is a dead end alley. There is no escape route from the alley once you get all in so in a sick twisted way. .one should stay away from it."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I have heard. Looks like you skipped Disney in your life." He chuckled softly , leaning in and ruffling my hair.

I swatted at his hand not at all happy with his answer.

"I have never been a Disney child. All the sick fantasies they keep feeding children. . ," I shook my head. "Also you are rich. Rich and regret don't mix in the same sentence."I muttered under my breath.

What did he knew about regret with all the money rolling in his life?

Ryan sighed.

"Rich don't mean happy. Maybe I should make you fall in love so you can know it's the only way a human feels alive—"

I laughed out loud cutting him off.

"You?" I pointed at him." You gonna make me fall in love? Tough chance!" I faked wiped a tear off my eyes.

"Chances are you are already in it. Love." He shrugged.

I had no idea why but his sure tone was kinda pissing me off, making me feel naked under his gaze. Like he knew my secrets better than me.

When I feel emotionally threatened, I turn into a meow meow.

Translation :bitch.

"See that's the problem with whores. They think they can land every ass walking around. Sorry, dude. Not me. Never me." I said it all with a big fat smile while handing him the insult cake.

He didn't flinch or went off to the roof.

No. .

My heart thudded at him sitting up and . . coming at me. Closing in the distance until I could see nothing but his blue eyes. .lips that were meant to be kissed—shit!

"You don't have to act rough and tough every minute of your life, Eleanor. You don't have to insult people when they get at you. Also ," his eyes dipped to my lips, "I don't get paid for sex. They come because they want it." He smirked at the sexual innuendo.

"And you fill them in. Is that it?" I asked in a sweet voice, a little breathless with the proximity.

"We do more than filling." Ryan's voice turned low , giving me goosebumps. His silky voice made me feel like a prey getting trapped on the silky web of a spider.

My face turned a brilliant shade of red.

"You keep filling in others but forgot about yourself. Is that why you look so empty all the time?"

Ryan stared at me.

His gaze unflinching.

Unwavering.

And . .he lifted his hand, I dared myself to back off but I didn't, tracing the bridge of my nose with his index finger. Making me crave his touch. .

"Then fill me in, Eleanor. Consume me with your fire."

Looking him in the eyes, I placed my hand on his bare chest. . feeling his heartbeat.

He looked so ready. To eat me or . .trap me?

"You know , I would have done it but ," I leaned in , the tip of my nose grazing his, "I don't do empty shit."

And I pushed him away with all my might.

Making him fall back , laughing like what happened was the best joke of his life.

I glared at him.

Piece of shit!

"I'm sorry," he managed to utter between his laughs ,"it's just that you look so scared when I use my moves on you—Ugh!"

That was me.

Punching at his gut!

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"Anytime now, whore!"

I had my legs up on the table , lounging on the couch and yelling my head off at him at midnight.

Well, I couldn't just go home now could I?

I had to spend the night.

Whether I liked it or not.

I could hear the clattering of pots and him muttering curses—i think he burned his hand or something.

Was i suppose to run at his side and tend to his injured hand or finger or whatever the frack he burned?

No. Freaking. Way.

After twenty minutes of him shuffling around, he made it alive out of the kitchen , thankfully with a shirt on.

Imagine a half naked hot guy feeding you. .I would devour him. Not the food.

He had a tray of food and he was pointedly looking at my feet which I lowered the next second.

"I hope it's not some half cooked egg or—oh my God! Is that chicken soup?" I glanced up from the broth to him in disbelief.

"What do you think?" He asked in a calm manner.

The soup looked green and full of life and colors and my mouth was watering! I needed to have it!

Quickly, I grabbed a spoon and tasted it. .maybe I was hungry so that's why it tasted so good! He was a good cook!

"Mmmmmm." I gave him a cross eye.

"Sounds like my food gave you an orgasm." He smirked , stepping to a side and letting the cushion hit the wall instead of his head.

"You would shut up if you know what's good for you." I couldn't do the spoon thing.

I took the bowl of soup in my hands and started to have it. .was I guzzling on soup? Yeah I was.

Breathless, I broke off .  wiping off my upper lip.

"You're a dirty dirty girl." He said now getting some tissue out of the box and dumping them in my lap.

"Sorry. I'm hungry." I didn't eat like a caveman but right now I had my reasons. I needed something hot to calm down my period cramps.

Yes, that time of the month.

The soup was helping me.

And in the middle of having the soup, I thanked him for the soup. For helping out my empty stomach.

And his answer took me by surprise which I hid of course.

"It's not help when you actually like the person."

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