Fifty shades of Beaumont // Randy

Chapter 10

'I don't make love. I fuck... hard.'

Chapter 10: The big reveal
Andy's point of view.

"We're here." Ryan says softly. His look is so intense, half in the shadow and half in white light from the landing lights.

Ryan unbuckles his seatbelt and teach over to unbuckle mine. His face is inches from mine.

"You don't have anything to do you don't want to do. You know that, don't you?" His tone is so earnest.

"I never do anything I didn't want to do, Ryan." And as I say the words, I don't quite feel their conviction because at this moment in time — I'd probably do anything for this man seated beside me.

He eyes me up and down for a moment and somehow, even though he's so tall, he manage to ease his way to the door gracefully and opens it. He jumps out. Waiting for me to follow and takes my hand as I climb down on to the helipad. It's very windy on top of the building.

Ryan wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.

"Come." He shouts above the noise of the wind. He drags me over to an elevator shaft and, after tapping a number into the keypad, the doors open, it's warm inside and all mirrored glass. I can see Ryan to infinity everywhere I look, and the wonderfull thing is, he's holding me to infinity too. He taps another code into the keypad and the door close and the elevator descends.

Moments later, we're in an all white foyer. In the middle is a round, dark, wood table and on it is a huge bunch of white flowers. On the walls there are paintings, everywhere.

He opens two dubble dours and the white theme continues through the wide corridor and directly opposite was the main living room. Huge is an understatement. The far wall is in glass and leads to a balcony that overlooks London. To the right there is an 'U' shaped sofa where ten adults could sit on. Modern fireplace, the fire is lit and flaming gently. On the left beside us by the entryway, is the kitchen area. All white with dark wood worktops. Near the kitchen area, infront of the huge glass wall is a dining table surrounded by sixteen chairs. And fucked in the corner there is a huge black shining piano. Oh Yes... he probably plays the piano too.

"Can I take your jacket?" Ryan asks. I shake my head, I'm still cold from the wind on the helipad. "Would you like a drink?" I blink at him. After last night! Is he trying to be funny? For one second, I think about asking for a shot, but I don't have the nerve.

"I'm going to have a glass of wine, would you like to join me?" He asks.

"Yes." I murmur.

I'm standing in this big room, feeling out of place. I walk over to the glass wall and made my way to the balcony. London is lit up and lively in the background. I walk back to the kitchen area as Ryan is opening a bottle of wine. He's removed his jacket.

"Rose okay with you?" He asks.

"I know nothing about wine, Ryan. I'm sure it will be fine." My voice is soft and hasitant, my heart is thumping. I want to run. This is seriously rich. What am I doing here? Yes I want to be in Ryan Beaumont's bed.

"Here." He hands me a glass of wine, even the glasses are rich... heavy crystal. I take a sip and the wine is light, crisp, and delicious.

"You're very quiet and you're not even blushing, in fact this is the palest I've seen you, Andy." He murmurs. "Are you hungry?" I shake my head, not for food.

"It's a very big place you have here." I manage to say.

"Big?"

"Big."