Chained to Mr. Billionaire

HALLUCINATIONS IS IT DRUGS?

A/N: Finally I had finished my projects 😩 Forgive me for making you all wait until today, Sunday. This projects are killing me and of course pressuring me since its finals and graduation postponed. Gave me a headaches but here I am now, as I promised (all though its Sunday) a chapter to update. And to give a break to Leila, here's the P.O.V of our Ryder.

Ryder's P.O.V

After that headache and confusion that I had let my cousin, Mason hear, he had asked me about what was that all about. He knew that I never even get mad and the last time I did was 5 years ago. I knew for sure that I haven't let my anger, at least not when Mason is around. What the fuck am I doing? I had come up into another lie that that fucker who calls himself Tyler, stole a wallet from Andre. And he bought it. The only thing that should be avoided is Mason telling something about a wallet from Andre. But that lie I admit, was a mistake. Mason and Andre are quite close. I find myself in a fucking trouble. I would never admit that I was mad about a single girl.

I ran my hand into my hair exasperatedly as I began to walk away from the patio where me and Mason was in. He had left 10 minutes ago when he had a phone call from work. This day was quite exhausting, even though it isn't evening yet. I had no other plans right now but I had decided to rest up into this hotel. And maybe let my exhaustion pay off with my pleasure. A usual thing for me to spend my vacation and day offs. Nothing had changed for a fact. My habits are still there. My motives however wasn't. But I am who I am. There was a reason behind everything. As for a matter of fact, why I am who I am right now.

I walk inside the hotel and dialed a phone number in my cellphone, deciding who I should call right now. She wasn't the best but she is the only woman who is here in Spain. She is the second to Sarah. I walked to the reception and asked for 2 bottle of their finest wine and booked a vip room. It was given to me in a minute before I walk to the elevators. I waited for her to pick up but no answer. She must've been busy for today. I groaned in annoyance and was about to hang up but another ring and someone answered from the another line. I could pick up someone else but I had to deal with another gold diggers again hell I would do that again,

"Hola? Quien es este?" I recognized her voice in the other line. I could hear noises in the other line which confirmed that she was actually quite very busy at the moment. She is a hard worker and even though she owns a shop, she still worked her way through. She was far from the gold diggers. I had first thought she was when I had met her in Italy in some kind of hotel restaurant that Mason owned with an Italian 30 year old fucking phedophile who forced himself with her. She was in fact dragged me into her mess. I was in fact going to let her be if it wasn't for another kind of make up scandal that would affect my Agency.

"Carla" I spoke as the elevator door closes and I pressed the 25th floor. I didn't hear her voice for five minutes. I could tell she's surprised to hear from me after three years. The day I left Italy and Spain. She's a fiesty one but she was also a nice woman I ever met. The only thing that kept me not in contact with her was the fact that she had loved me from before. She doesn't even know anything about me other than my Agency. But an absurd reason she gave me was my personality.

"Ryder, cariño. Don't tell me you're in Spain" I heard her finally speak with her thick spanish accent. I chuckled. It was three years yet she wasn't mad at me. I in fact don't speak spanish at all. She all knows too well. She's an extraordinary woman who had ran away from Italy to Spain but was dragged into different dates because her father forced her to. She had left Italy to move in Spain with her Aunt and started her own business, A Salon near the Hotel.

"I in fact in Spain. On the Hotel near your Salon. I could tell you're busy" I stated, staring at the floors that I passed through. Holding my keycard on the other hand. I closed my eyes for a second, wondering what the fuck I am doing once again. My brain wasn't even functioning properly. Since when did I ever feel guilty over nothing? I should have gone home but yet here I am. Like some husband that would wait his wife to come home.