Negotiating With The Bad Boy

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A/N: Hey Guys! 😄 AN here. So this is my final result of weeks and weeks of work! I did take quite a long time, so please take the time to appreciate the work I did as much as I do. I really like the final result so I really hope you all do as well! I will try to get chapter one up A.S.A.P, but no promises on when! Please comment, like and share with your friends on Wattpad!
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Somehow, I had found myself in a run-down Denny's, looking for the notorious, Ryan Matthews. Did he have a signature look like black leather clothes, with messy, slicked back hair when making deals? No, I'm thinking more of Grease.

While I'm pondering this stupid thought, a strong hand turns me around; specifically, as it seems, the hand of Ryan Matthews.
"Hey, Tammy, is that right?" He questions, his mouth twisting into a sarcastic grin.

"Wrong. It's Reilly." I frankly respond, my teeth grinding.

"Uh-huh." He mutters.
His expression says it all, an "I-could-care-less-what-your-name-is" look crossing his face.

He places his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side, as we walk up to the hostess station. The waitress stares at his arm, probably questioning why I am even with a Bad Boy.

"Welcome to Denny's. How many will we be serving today?" She stutters, still staring at his hand. As I knew so many times before, I put a stop to this-by pulling his slimy fingers off my waist.
The waitress continued altering between his hand and our eyes.

"A table, for two please." I glare over at Ryan, anger boiling inside me.

The paranoid Denny's waitress soon gets us seated at our table, thank God, and runs off to get waters with lemon.

"So, let's get down to the basics," I answer in a business-like tone.

"Why am I here, Pumpkin?" He asked, his beautiful chiseled face glowing as he looked at me.

"Did you forgot that you put this meet together? Or do I have short term memory loss?" I rolled my eyes.

As the waitress approaches our table, I shoot Ryan a quick glare and then look back at our waitress as she set our waters in front of us.

"Are you guys ready to order?" She asked, looking to both of us.

He immediately sucked his water down without a "Thank you" and then demanded more by continually slamming the cup down as he rolled his eyes at how long it took the waitress to take notice.

She sighed heavily, agitated by his annoying gesture and looked back to me,

"I think we'll wait." I smiled empathetically, feeling sorry for her having to deal with Ryan's stupid ways.

"Hey, Legs, could I get a Coke?" He asked the waitress with agitation in his tone.
As she took his cup, I thanked her and looked back to Ryan.

God, he could be a jerk.

"So what's the uh-favor- you asked about?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, away from me.
Man, he could just make your blood boil.

"We already discussed that." I sighed.

"No, we didn't-Everett." He sarcastically shot back.

God, Ryan was the kind of guy who would take your words and turn them into gibberish. Making you look stupid, uneducated and inferior to him.