Sex Toys & Lover Boys | Rydon

Chapter One

Ryan Ross.

Twenty three years old, multi millionaire, and from the word on the street, sex addict. That explains why he got into the sex toy business.

Cinnamon Tulips Inc - how he came up with that, no one knows - has anything you could imagine. From condoms, to performance enhancers, vibrators, dildos, cock rings, blow up dolls - you get the gist. And it's not like there aren't dozens - if not hundreds - of other sex toy companies that make a shit load of money. So why is Ryan the only one who has really gotten any spotlight? Because he makes his toys to be durable, long lasting, and water proof.

Today, Ryan is doing an interview for Adam & Eve and there are over two dozen reporters outside of the Adam & Eve shop in downtown New York City. Myself included.

I've been a fan of Ryan for the past two years, since he started this business. I was so fascinated that someone as young as him had the interest in making sex toys of all kinds. And not to mention that I've used some of them myself, obviously just to try them out and see what the fuss was about, and they're really as good as people go on about.

I've planted myself at the front of the line, other reporters pushing against me and holding their microphones or tape recorders. I've got my tape recorder glued to my hand and I'm ready to ask him questions when he shows up.

Just then, his black SUV pulls up, the crowd behind us going wild, and Ryan opens the door from the backseat and slips out of the vehicle with his black Wayfarer Ray Bans, - I do a lot of research on him - black slacks with a white button up and a pinstripe vest. His hair was extra fluffy today it seemed, laying over the brown headband he loves to wear. He was smiling and waving at people, two large men wearing black suits and sunglasses walking behind him, ready to defend Ryan if need be.

"Mr. Ross!" Several people were shouting his name, trying to get his attention. He only waved, nodded, and walked past them. The people in the crowd were calling him by his first name -or middle name, really- and shouting that they love him. Who knew that someone could be so in love with a man that became famous by making sex toys.

"Are you planning on making anything new? Something different from the other toys that are out there?" I asked, holding my tape recorder out to him as he passed me.

He looked in my direction, although I couldn't make out if he was looking at me or not due to the sunglasses, but then he grinned and stopped right in front of me, putting his lips right next to my tape recorder and tilted his glasses upward, making eye contact with me. I did my best not to fangirl.

"You'll just have to wait and see." Ryan winked at me -at me- and he fixed his glasses back on his face and went inside the Adam & Eve store while his body guards were stood outside blocking the entrance.

Ryan's brown honey eyes were embedded into my memory. The movements of his face when he spoke to me and winked. Surely it meant nothing, the wink, but I let myself believe that he meant something more by it, because that's what people do when they fangirl over someone.

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The interview only went on for an hour and a half, but most of the reporters cleared out and the people waiting to see him left. It was just me and a couple of other people stood outside of the store waiting for him to come out in hopes to get more questions answered.

I noticed movement through the window and I saw Ryan standing there, shaking hands with the interviewer and then making his way to the door. The door opened and his body guards let him pass. Ryan, no sunglasses on this time, made eye contact with me once more and grinned.

"Mr. Ross, can you tell us about any projects you're currently working on?" A seemingly middle aged woman asked, her extremely curly blond hair blowing in the cool breeze. Ryan shrugged as if he didn't know anything. "Are you working on anything?" She then asked.