Unleashed

Chapter Thirty: The Audition

Emma Riley

Ryker's Penthouse
Morning of the audition

I rode over to Ryker's penthouse with him so he could get changed and ready for his audition. He was unusually quiet, and I could see in his eyes how nervous he was. He really wanted this audition to go well, but his usual self-confidence had been shaken because of all the publicity he's been getting lately, surrounding his love life.

I know realistically it wasn't my fault, but I still felt bad. I don't want to make his life anymore stressful than it already is, and if he ends up not getting the part because of our relationship..that would really suck.

I was sitting on his couch watching his obnoxiously large 65 inch 4K television set in his living room, while he was in the other room getting dressed.

I knew he was nervous when he didn't make some sort of flirty comment about 'needing my help' getting dressed or something. He actually just went to his room to get dressed without sarcasm. Whaaat?

As I looked around the room, a thought occured to me. I haven't really hung out here much. You know, just like sitting on the couch in his living room. His place was so much fancier than mine.

Everytime I came here, it reminded me of how different our worlds were..and yet, our relationship felt so natural. He was so good to me.

It just goes to show that how much money someone has doesn't necessarily say anything about them as a person. If you prejudge someone based on the petty stuff, you could be missing out on something real.

I was startled out of my own thoughts by a knock on the door. I sat up and looked at the door, suddenly feeling awkward. This could just be my anxiety causing me to overthink things again, but this wasn't my house. I felt strange answering the door like I live here. Maybe I should go get Ryker?

As luck would have it, Ryker picked that moment to walk in the room. He looked at the door and then looked at me, shyly standing in the middle of the room.

"Did I hear someone knocking on the door?" He asked, raising one eyebrow at me...obviously wondering why I didn't answer it. I nodded, though distract by his appearance.

He was dressed in probably one of the nicest suits I've ever seen, I don't even want to know how much it cost. His hair was styled, he was clean shaved, and he even smelled expensive. He honestly looked smooth as hell. He always looked good, but he really paid attention to detail today.

I realized I had been checking him out for far too long and a knowing grin came over his face, making me blush. But before either one of us could say anything else, there was another knock on the door.

Ryker  looked at the door and back to me, confused. "So that was a knock I heard. Why didn't you answer it?" He asked as he walked towards the door.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and shrugged. "I didn't want to overstep. This is your place, not mine."

He shot me a look like I was insane, before turning around and opening the front door. On the other side was a very impatient looking Dexter, who entered the living room past Ryker as soon as the door was opened.