Dylan Ryder's FoolProof Guide to Womanizing

Chapter [4]

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Dylan Ryder’s Foolproof Guide to Womanizing

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"Okay lads after I gave you two days off now its time to whip you pussies back into shape"

It was 5 in the morning, and coach had called us out for early training. I was grateful I didn’t go clubbing last night because Mason looked like downright s#*t.

"Mason mate you sure your up for this?" I asked truly concerned. Bags under his eyes, his jersey was on inside out and i don’t think he combed his hair this morning.

"Yeah got back a few hours ago, I think I'm still wasted," he said running his hands through his hair, "morning work out should wake me up".

"Meiser, Ryder enough chit chat, gimme 100 push ups and 4 laps, you got 30 mins".

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Stretching Brooklyn sat up on her double bed. After finishing her daily routine of brushing her teeth taking a shower (spending longer than usual washing her hair - as usual) and getting ready for work she made her way downstairs.

Her father - being the billionaire he was - had a hired chef for every meal. So considering this was breakfast she slid onto a stool leaning against the bench and greeted Lola the chef.

"Hey beautiful, I love the outfit" she matched Jimmy Choo stiletto heels with true religion super skinny jeans and an off the shoulder over sized jumper. Pairing it with a white Egyptian cotton beanie and a matching scarf she truly was dressed for the cold. Though not like the rich girl she was.

Brooklyn hated being different, especially at the work place. She wanted the world to know that at times she did kick off her 10 inch (1000 dollar) heels and relax like a normal person. She let the paparazzi photograph her in compromising positions (regardless of the fact that her father would never allow the photos to be published). And she didn’t care if sometimes that meant people didn’t recognize her. She liked it that way… she could maintain a little privacy.

“Where’s Xander?”

“Your dad dropped him off at kindy”

"Oh okay… So what’s on the menu today?" she asked after grabbing an apple, realising she hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

"Well I was just frying my self some French toast, but I could whip some up for you if you like"

"Umm nuh...I’m craving bacon and eggs or something fatty".

"Oh, well God knows you could use some fat" she said in reference to her curvaceous size 2 body. "But anyways gimme 15 minutes"

"Thanks Lola".

After one of the biggest breakfasts she ever remembered having consisting of 3 rashers of bacon 3 Italian sausages, scrambled eggs and 2 slices of toast and coffee, she was on the way to her studio.

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After a gruelling 5 hours of intense training we guys were on our way to hit the showers.

"So when you goin' over to that Calvin Klein thing?" Mason asked 

"12pm so in 2 hours I guess".

"F#*k you better hit the showers real quick coz I think that photographers gonna hate you for that stench" Mason joked holding his nose,

"Yeah says the guy that up chucked all over the coaches field not one or twice but three times".

"Ha-ha touché"

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Tapping her stilettos impatiently, Brooklyn was on the phone with a buyer from Sydney, Australia concerning Saint Pierre (her fathers clothing line).

"Look that’s the final selling price, you'll have to speak to my father if-" she began, examining her perfectly manicured nails.

"No no that won’t be necessary" the buyer quickly interrupted. Brooklyn smiled knowingly - oldest trick in the book.

She was flipping through  over on Louisa's desk. When she heard the elevator ding. She glanced at the time and it was 12 on the dot.

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I made sure to be on time. After practise I sped home to freshen up properly, without the eyes of 20 masculine men on me.

I opted for a sleeved black shirt, casual baggy Armani jeans and a beanie. I regretted not shaving in the morning but that’s what hair and make up were for right?

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Brooklyn looked up and instantly locked eyes with Dylan Ryder as he stepped out of the elevator, in all his rugged glory.

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