20 Taking A Chance

[P.O.V. Kendrick Ryans]

Watching Jennifer stomp her away down the stairs. Damn, this woman drives me insane! None of my other partners drove me so insane. Finishing changing out of my work clothes and getting dressed in a Godsmack t-shirt and black sweat pants. I'm so angry with her right now I told my head housekeeper not to make dinner tonight. Heading to my balcony so I could have a smoke. Lighting up the cigarette and take a few drags, I could feel the anger slowly vanishing. Instantly feeling like an asshole, I shouldn't have raised my voice at her. I should also have told her the real reason why. It's taking everything in me right now, not to find her. I know she needs a little space right now to cool off, which only made me frustrated.

Giving Nolan a call, I need some advice on what to do. Even though Zach and I were best friends, Nolan and I have always felt like brothers. I knew Nolan long before Zach came around. He has my back, and I have his. The reason I gave Zach the position that Nolan has now in my company. It is because Nolan didn't have an interest in it. That was before I came back from London, then he had all interest. The thing about Nolan didn't come from a rich family like me. His family was low income and hard-working.

"Hey man, what's up," Nolan answers the phone.

"Jennifer pissed off at me." Getting to the point.

"Dammit, what did you do this time?"

"Lucia tried making friends with my wife today, and I told Jennifer to stay away from her."

"I do not understand why she would be mad about that..unless you... ah man, you didn't?"

"I couldn't tell her the big reason why."

"Man, why haven't you told her yet? She needs to know why for fuck sake, you're married, and you will be for at least two years, if not longer. Tell her before Lucia gets her nails into Jennifer so deep that she hurts her."

"It's complicated."

"It's not complicated. Just tell her."

"I'll think about it... She said I didn't care."

"Well, your not exactly the easiest person to talk to or be around. Let your walls down a little and get to know her and show her that you do care."

"I'll think about it..."

"Besides that, you guys good?"

"Yea, we're fine.."

"Good because I have got some news. I'm seeing Jennifer's friend Cassidy." From that point on, Nolan told me about Cassidy and him.

After the phone call, having another cigarette while leaning on the balcony. Taking the last drag, Jennifer leans her backside against the balcony. We both stayed quiet for a few minutes. I could tell from her body language she was a little scared to say something. She didn't want to open up completely to her, but Nolan is right. She needs to know who the enemy is.

"The reason I don't want you around Lucia is that she is my ex-fiance." Telling her, she had a look of surprise meant. "Surprised?"

"No, I knew you had an ex-fiance. Your mother mentions it to me. Before we were wedded, I didn't know who it was till now." She tells me calmly.

It was a relief she heard it from my mother, not from Nolan. I only told him what happened. Simply because it was his couch I slept on until I got my own place. Nodding my head, it went quiet between us. Glancing back over at her, she was still wearing that blue dress.

"I really do like that dress on you. By the way, you look quite sexy in it." Complementing her.

"Really?" She blushes from my compliment. That damn blush, no matter how hard resist it, gets to me.

"Yea, really." Chuckling at how cute she looks with that blush.

"Wow, I got a chuckle out of you." She playfully pushes on my shoulder. Standing up straight, she starts pushing on my chest. "Can you do it again, huh?..huh?.."

"Alright, Alright, Alright... Don't too excited it was just a chuckle." Pushing on my chest a couple more times.

Grabbing her wrists, pulling her close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. My arms around her waist, memorizing her beautiful face and smile. These past two weeks have been torture not being able to touch her like this. Also, not being able to see her smile and hear her laugh.

"What wrong?" She asks

"Nothing wrong I need you to know I'm trying to do this whole marriage thing. I will try harder to open up to you. Just give me time. I also need you to know I do care. To show you that I do care, I am willing to take the day off tomorrow and spend some time with you." She smiles big.

"Is this your way of apologizing? Also, admitting your an asshole." She asks with a little amusement.

"Yes, it is."

"Well, I accepted your apology, Mr. Ryans. Now tell me what you like about this dress."

"Like how it shows off your perfect legs." Touching her skin on her thighs right below the dress.

"What else?" She asks, a little breathless.

"Like how tight it is showing off your curves." Moving my hands up her waist, continuing to go higher.

"Tell me more." She swallows hard while moving her face closer mine, mine to hers.

"Like how not a lot of cleavage shows but enough that I can run my thumbs over them." Touching the skin on her breast." She lightly moans her luscious brown eyes peek up at mine. "But want to know what I like most about this dress?"

"What?.."

"You are underneath it." Placing my hand in her hair, slamming my lips to hers.

Both of us fighting for dominance, moving her backward, we make our way back into the bedroom. Unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor, she takes my t-shirt off, throwing it to the floor. She pushes my sweats off, along with my boxers. Undoing her strapless bra and removing her panties. Bending her over the back of the couch, touching her pink flower. Continuing to torture her until she was wet enough for me to slip inside of her. Pushing myself deep inside till I couldn't anymore. Finding a rhythm and fucking her hard, we didn't stop until we both got to our peeking points. Both satisfy I sat crisis cross on the floor with her on my lap. Holding her in my arms, she traced the tattoos on my arm.

"We should have make-up sex more often." She says, a little breathless, chuckling at her remark. "You should chuckle more often."

"Why?" Asking curiously.

"Because I like it when you do. Now all I'm waiting for is to hear your laugh."

"Well, you might be waiting a while."

"It's worth the wait." Answering with a hmm, kissing her gently.

"We really should eat something we haven't ate seen. I got home at 6:00."

"What time is it now?" Grabbing my sweat pants, pulling out my phone.

"It is now 10:00."

"Wow, being mad and makeup sex take a lot of time up."

"Yes, it does... Come on, get up. I will make us something to eat." Both of us getting up, grabbing my robe, putting it on.

"You can cook?" She asks surprisingly.

"Come on..." Getting my robe on before her heading out of the bedroom. She hurries and gets hers on while following me.

Making some instant potatoes with cheese on top and cooking a few pieces of chicken. Jennifer was rather impressed that I could cook. Sitting at the table getting done eating our meal, we were finishing up our wine.

"Where did you learn how to cook? I thought rich boys yourself didn't have to learn how," She asks.

"When I was a teenager, I left on my own to go explore the world. I didn't take any of my parent's money. All I had was in my banking account. Being broke, I ended up having to work to earn some money and to afford a place. Because of that fact, I didn't have enough money to go out to eat. My friend Melanie and her husband, James, taught me how to cook."

"Well, it's a good thing they taught you how to cook then." Nodding my head and agreeing with her. "I'm ready for bed, are you?"

"Yes, actually, I am." Getting off my chair and offering her my hand, she grabs it. Holding her hand, we walk back to our bedroom.

The next morning getting out from snuggling with Jennifer. Getting my morning routine done, I go jogging then lift some weights in the home gym. After that, I shower and dress in blue jeans, a Gun and Roses t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black motorcycle boots. Heading downstairs telling Mrs. Conners to layout a similar outfit for Jennifer. For what I have planned, she is going to need the right clothes. After doing that, I call my new secretary and told her to clear my schedule and take the day off.