Hollywood Player...Sick of the Game...? (BoyxBoy)

Hey guys! Welcome to my new story! It is of course a BoyxBoy. I really like this idea but I'm not exactly sure how well I will be able to write it so be sure to tell me what you think! Enjoy!

Pic is of the oh so sexy Ryder===============>

Hollywood Player…Sick of the Game…? (BoyxBoy)

Ryder’s POV

“Do you like that Ryder?” The nameless girl purred as she kissed my neck.

                No, I never do. I thought to myself but I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I never said anything.

             “Ryder get your ass out of bed!” I rolled over as her repulsive voice came from the west hallway. Ugh. I had once again gotten less than an adequate night’s sleep. What had it been last night? Two hours? Three? I groaned audibly as my eyes closed again. “Get the hell up!” I opened my eyes to see her figure standing in my doorway. Her golden blonde hair fell to her shoulders and she had a scowl on her naturally gorgeous face. I hated that face. Candace’s miniskirt was dangerously high as opposed to her neckline which was way too far south if you ask me.

                Candace was a horrible person and an even worse step mother, it didn’t help that she was only four years older than me myself. My father could’ve easily been hers too. It was absolutely revolting. I looked over at the clock. It was six in the morning, so it had been only two hours of sleep. “Why in the hell do I need to get up?” I snapped closing my eyes once again.

                “The VMA’s are tonight and you have a long day of getting ready ahead of you. Now get your ass up! You will not ruin this for us!” With that she left. It was always about her, about them…

                I crawled reluctantly out of bed and made my way to the large bathroom attached to my bedroom. The face in the mirror that stared back at me was a tired one and unrecognizable at that. I scowled at the image tattooed on my right shoulder. It was a broken heart and it had been my dad’s idea in order to promote my album “Heartbreaker.” He had made me do it completely for publicity and I hadn’t had a choice in the matter, but I never did. In my life the choices, big or small, had always been made for me. Ryder Daniels had no say in his life or how he lived it.

                I splashed the unfamiliar and distant face with water as Candace’s voice came over the intercom in my bedroom. “Ryder! Danielle is here!” Ugh. Danielle was actually a pretty likable person and we were actually pretty close. But she was my publicist and she gave my dad and Candace everything that they asked for. They wanted a bad boy image and she gave it to them. It’s not that she wasn’t a good person, but this was Hollywood and my dad signed her paychecks. Money made the world go ‘round.

                I took my time pulling on a pair of black and red basketball shirts and a v-neck black t-shirt. Everything in my wardrobe had been confiscated and replaced with either black or sexually provocative clothing, usually both. Again, I hadn’t had a say in the matter. I had never had a say in the matter, but in the last year, since I came to Hollywood, I had been even more restricted than usual.

                I sighed as I made my way down three flights of stairs until I came to the living room on the second floor where I knew that Danielle would be waiting. I breathed a sigh of relief when my father was absent from the room. What had I been thinking? If it was before noon and nothing important had to take place in the morning, my father was asleep. I looked around at the large room filled with white couches and a glass coffee table. The wall to my right was a giant floor to ceiling window that looked out over the beach. The opposite wall was lined with book cases filled with old classics and new releases. I examined the hard wood floors and the white rug that the table and couches sat on before looking over to the bar in the corner.