Why Him? (A Ransom Drysdale Fanfic)

PART TEN

Claudia's POV

"I think you have some gossip to share" the familiar voice calls out. I look up "LUCY" we hug instantly, "Sit down. Strap yourself in girl" she giggles as she takes a seat on the chair in front of my desk. "Okay so the sex is a story for another time but anyways he rented out this Italian restaurant just for me and him" her smile is forming, close to bursting with excitement.

"Then a couple days after that, i met his family. I know it might seem a bit rushed but it just happened and i ended up having a big blowout with his uncle. Trust me when i tell you he's a prick. Then we went back to his after and he asked me to be his girlfriend" and with that, she loses her self-control. Squealing away.

"So before we get into any of that, how is it?" knowing exactly what she means, i reply "On fucking point. Everything from the oral to the size of his. You know" we have to be careful what we talk about in the office. Ashley is pretty laid back but if he heard this conversation, we'd be in trouble.

"So... He's a good fuck, a pretty boy and he's romantic?" she asks, making a mental note in her head of all of his good points. "I see no cons in this man" i chuckle "well his family. Excluding his parents and grandad. His family are obnoxious and rude. His uncle asked me if he was paying me to be with him" she hangs her mouth open in shock. "I know. It's disgusting. He apologised the next day though, which isn't the point" she just shakes her head as i tell her all the details of that night.

Our gossip session is soon interrupted as Ashley knocks my door. Lucy stands up instantly, heading out to her desk. "So how did you find it?" he asks, i furrow my brows in confusion before realising what he meant. "Oh, Fashion Week? It was the best experience of my life. I'm forever grateful for the opportunity" he smiles, sitting on the edge of my desk. "It's all part of the promotion. It was well deserved" i thank him again and he exits. I can't help but feel like he wanted to ask me something but i brush it off and go about my day. Wishing for home time to roll around so i can kick these heels off. Eventually it does.

I leave the office and stroll onto the streets. My phone buzzes 'I'm in the carpark doll' i reply quickly 'on my way'.

I reach the carpark and see him leant against the beamer. Grinning at me. "Hi, how're you? and how was work?" he kisses my forehead, helping me into the passenger side. "It was good, got to catch up with Lucy which was long overdue" he smiles as he turns the key in the ignition. "I'm glad you had a good day. Listen, what are the plans for tonight?" he begins to drive to my place. I want nothing more than to spend the night with him again but i need some alone time.

My ex Jordan never allowed it, he claimed i was selfish for wanting it. So i'm naturally nervous to say this to Ransom. "Um, if it's okay i was thinking i'll just have some alone time, not that i'm tired of you i just-" he interrupts "Baby, that's fine. You don't have to explain yourself. I don't expect you to be with me every second of everyday" he explains, moving his hand to its rightful spot. On my thigh.

Finally home, i kick my heels off and head to the refrigerator to grab a snack and some much needed wine. I pour myself a glass and head up to the bathroom. A bubble bath is also essential. This is my idea of heaven, this and being with Ransom in bed. I try to stop my mind wondering, going over all the things he did to me the other night. I can't stop it. I feel this hunger in my stomach and i'm not hungry for food.

I brush it off and get into the bath.

It's not healthy to live in each other's pockets. It's been a whirlwind romance from the get go. Each interaction made me want him more. But we all need alone time. I'm so glad he understood. If this were Jordan, there'd have been a row. I roll my eyes at the painful memories and sip my wine.