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.