Can You Walk?

Can You Walk?

Alana's POV

As the event was in full swing, unfortunately I started to get choked up. I never understood how rich Ryan actually was until today. I was meeting celebrities I had only seen on television, and I looked up to some of them. They were excited to see me, and they knew me. It was incredible and fascinating.

No, the real word was overwhelming. I was worried about my sister but I wasn't even prepared for such a large scale thing myself.

I legit wanted to run away at one point solely because they couldn't stop talking about my dress. They kept asking me questions as if I didn't just see the dress today too.

Clearly Ryan could afford a hundred pieces of my dress, now I understand.

I didn't expect him to notice, but as we were entertaining his unending guests, he pulled me to a corner and whispered in my ears.

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“You'll see.” He grabbed my hands and glanced at the packed hall just once more.

We ran off like two kids trying to escape getting caught after being seen doing something bad, sneaky and beautiful.

Turns out, it was more than just a company. It was literally a house with everything in it.

“What's this? Where are you taking me?”

“I'm giving wifey a tour. You're not excited?”

“No, no. I am.” I was more than excited but the issue was that I knew he wasn't doing it for himself but for me. He wanted me to be comfortable.

I just looked at him as he dragged me everywhere with excitement he didn't know he was wearing. He showed me the rooms where he got beaten, slept with his step mum and instead of making it sad, we smiled through it, knowing they couldn't hurt us anymore.

“Wow. I really haven't been here in years. It looks the same, the same smell too.” He said as we walked into a room. He showed me every painting and artifact and told me all about them, including the memories he had about them.

It was actually pretty exciting but then, he had a whole event outside, weren't people waiting for us? Looking for us?

I tapped him as we stepped out of the room, entering a new one.

“Is this even okay to do? People are probably waiting for us.”

“Yeah but we don't give a fuck about them right now. Besides, I'm doing it for you.”

I knew he was but hearing him say it made me feel loved.

The next room was a large library, and it did smell like moldy old books that have been housed in it since forever. Actually, it was like a study.

Once again, I got a tour of the place, and I felt like I lived through his memories through his explanations. He lived half his life in the office, the other in the mansion. Now he owns both of them.

We found a bottle of a dry gin on the floor and he picked it up and poured some of the content in his mouth before I could stop him.

“Hey! Are you sure you can drink that? Do you know how long it's been there?”

“I'm sure I'll be fine.” He chuckled at my frown but I wasn't finding it funny. Why would he even do something so nasty?

“Better stay away from me with that mouth.” I warned and tried to walk ahead, but he pulled me back to him.

“Not only will I not stay away from you, I'll kiss you with it and you're drinking it with me.”

“No I'm not!”

“Yes you are.” I immediately broke away from him and started running, but he began to chase after me with the bottle. It was so cute, laughing and playing around like little kids. I eventually reached the study desk and stopped, then he caught up with me.

He had me pinned, grabbed me and sealed our lips, emptying out the contents of his mouth into mine. The stupid ass gin, and it burned my throat.

“You asshole!” I yelled, coughing and instead of apologizing, he was laughing.

“What's so funny? Huh? In fact I wanna leave.” He stopped me.

“I put it there, relax. I'm the one that put it there.bYou know I'll never hurt you, come on baby.”

“I don't believe you.”

“You will soon.”

He picked me up and tried to drop me on the desk.

“This expensive dress will get stained, no!”

I yelled but he still dropped me anyway.

“Believe me when I say I have no plans to hurt you. I can buy this dress again and see the desk, there's not a speck of dust on it.” I looked behind and saw that it was true.

“Why?” I asked, shocked. It made no sense. Was it perhaps a family thing where their study desks never got dirty?

“I had it cleaned.” He said. Oh. Yeah. I felt like a damn idiot in my mind. Of course he had it cleaned, but why still?

“Yeah, but why?”

“Hold on.” He stood in between my legs and I had my arms wrapped around his neck when he reached for his phone, sent a quick message to someone then dropped it back just so he could kiss me.

“I love this dress on you. I'm dying to take it off. The whole tour I've been struggling to breathe, you have no idea.”

“You love me too much baby.”

“I do, huh. You think it's funny?” He seemed helpless, hopeless. He stared at me like he would let me do anything I wanted at his expense. It was too thick not to notice, and it made me feel so damn good.

“Of course not. I love it.” I smiled, then he dropped a short kiss on my lips for a split second before the door opened up, and some helps brought a full tray of food to the desk, dropped it and left. The same dry gin was on it too, but a new bottle. So I believed Ryan when he said he was the one that dropped that stray one there.

My eyes still widened in shock because why?

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? Aren't you hungry?”

“Yeah but still–”

“Open your mouth.” He was so unreal. He fed me, ate himself and we chatted the whole time. I almost forgot where we were at one point and didn't want to be anywhere else.

After eating, I wanted my dress off. I wanted to get railed on the desk. I pulled him closer and tried to get his dick out of his pants. I couldn't tell if it was the gin or not, I just wanted him.

And I was quite aggressive with it. Ryan was so nasty, he was more than happy to fulfill my request. He didn't get my dress off though, he just rode it up then pulled me closer, almost to the edge of the desk. He pushed my panties aside and began to fuck the living daylight out of me. He had me fucked up, whispering dirty sweet nothings to me.

Only my voice could be heard, loudly through the walls, my moans as he fucked me hard. It was insane, but we soon came together.

“Just look at how beautiful you are, satisfied. You've eaten, and you've also eaten.” We breathed hard together as he teased me, clearly proud of himself.

“Shut up, you're very nasty.” I pretended to be mad as I frowned, but was right. I've never been more content in my entire life.

“Says the innocent wife. Except, she's always been worse than me. She just didn't know it.”

“Oh fuck you.” I rolled my eyes. Trust Ryan to take it the wrong way.

“Again? Yes please.”

“Don't fucking touch me-”

Then we heard a knock on the door. We immediately arranged ourselves as quickly as we could.

“Come in.” Ryan said. It was one of the guards letting us know that people have been looking for us, and they've been worried about us, and they can't stall further.

This was low-key embarrassing. I'm sure they heard my screams and knew what we had just finished doing. Hell, I'm sure it was all over my face.

“I'm coming with my wife soon, give us a minute and thank you.”

My cheeks were so stained with red. I wasn't even his wife yet but he was so happy to call me that.

“You're free to call me your wife when we get married. Not now.”

“No. Come on, let's go. Can you walk?” He asked, lifting me off the table and dropping me properly so I could stand on my own. Clearly he was joking but whatever.

“Oh don't flatter yourself you damn asshole.” I smiled against his face, and I couldn't help but kiss him softly for like a minute before we held hands and left the library/study. I definitely had plans to come back here in the near future. I just realized that I forgot all of my worries and I was so happy to be there with him.

"Thank you for this. I really needed it and I appreciate it."

"Anything for you, always.”