DESIRE'S & FATE

Chapter *12*

HAPPY READING

Sibel pov

I could kick myself for being putty in this man's hands. Every time I'm this close to accepting life with him, there is a million and a half thing telling me I should run for the hills like the hounds of hell were chasing me.

Why am I the one always compromising?

When will it end?

Will it ever end?

Will he ever change to fit into my world, and why am I constantly giving in?

I was still wide awake in his bed two hours later, still fuming. I couldn't help it. No matter how many times I fought him, I just give in because I couldn't resist him. Those eyes, that smile, and the charms of this man were just too insufferable.

I lay still feeling him tossed and turned for some time. Like me, he couldn't sleep. Who would after the argument we had? He refused to take me back home and now I'm just frustrated laying here trying to break in his new bed.

Finally, he reached out for me, took me in his arms, and held me securely. "I know you're not sleeping," he whispered in my ear when I did not respond to him. "About earlier, I'm sorry," he said, and I ignored him further.

I was too tired to fight with him again. In a few hours, I would have to leave and get ready for a make-up session I missed during the miserable weeks I've had.

"Sibel," he tried again, but I refused to answer. Everything was in his favor. He's eating his cake and having it too. Then, I'm left with being the compromising one, understanding, and tolerating his situation. Everything is in his favor, and am I to be accepting?

Is this what I signed up for in Ryon Menture world?

"You were right... And... you're adorable when you are jealous, but you do not need to be."

"I'm not jealous," I said, pushing his hands away and turning away from him, but he placed them back firmly around me.

"I promised to talk to Fiona. I'm not in favor of her behavior as I've made it clear. Believe me, I would never intentionally put you in that situation to make you feel that way."

"I said I wasn't jealous," I insisted, and this time, I didn't push him off me. "I'm sorry. I will do better," he said. You deserve better, baby, and I will work on doing better for you because I do not want to lose you, Sib. I will work on becoming the man that you need and deserve," he said.

I took a deep breath. The way he was looking at me was making it hard to think and breathe evenly.

"I love you and said I was open to giving this a try but not at the expense of your child's mother. I'm not going to just sit back and take it or do everything you say in honor of her."

"I don't expect you to, but please remember this is all new to me as well, I've never had a stubborn girlfriend while having a child mother. Please give me time to sort it all out."

"I promised I'm much more, and I can show you I'm more stubborn than you think," I warned, and he chuckled.

The sound of his laugh vibrates through my body. "You know you looked beautiful tonight, especially in that dress," he said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I gulped when that look returned to his eyes. I wasn't used to his touch or that... that look in his eyes nor have I ever been in his bed and this close... well, except for New Year's night. Technically I wasn't in his bed but you understand what I mean.

"I know," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "Good," I muttered. moving to slide my legs off the bed, I needed to move, but he moved his huge hand further down, stopping me.

"Where do you think you're going," he said, pulling me closer than before into his safe, secure, lean muscular arms. His fingers trailed down to the hem of the shirt I wore to bed, stopping short before slipping under.

"Uh..." I said, unsure if I should stop him. "Can't I use the bathroom," I said, making no attempt to move.

"Sure you can," he said, gliding his hand up my thigh, resting it there. "Okay," he nodded, and I took in a few breaths. He did not move it. He just kept his hand on my skin, burning me to my core. His eyes closed briefly like he was enjoying the contact there.

"Go on," he said.

"Hmm," was the only sound I could make staring back into those eyes.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured. "Would you like me to show you?" he added, not waiting on my response. Then, before I could moan out loud, he kissed me.

He was kissing me slowly, and with so much tenderness and delicacy, I was sure I would fade right into him, showing how special, important, and loved he was making me feel them melting into him. The tenderness of his kiss unleashed a desire that can only be fate with an intensity of passion.

He ran his fingers through my hair bringing me closer and of course, I had no other choice but to wrap my arms around his neck and fervently kissed him back letting myself be carried away by desires and fate.

"Fiona! What are you doing here?" Ryon asked.

"Business dinner until it was interrupted by tasteless singing. Since when did you become a singer? I guess that's what little girls do to grown men," she said, and hooo I was counting to ten.

"You should watch your mouth! and this..." he pointed to her demeanor. "Doesn't look good on you," he said.

"He is right. Desperation doesn't look good on you," I added.

"Look who's..." She was about to say.

"Stop it! both of you!" Ryon shouted. "Fiona, do you hear yourself? I will deal with you tomorrow. Get yourself home before you say another thing to piss me off."

I promised I was going to be the bigger person. I was hoping I would. "Go on, run along. You have your orders," I said, and Ryon grabbed my arm and pulled me to his vehicle. The valet was about getting out of the driver's seat.

He helped me into his car, did the seatbelt then slid into the driver seat, and sped away silently.

"She started it," I said after a very long moment of silence

"Did you have to antagonize the situation?"

"The hell! you know what, Ryon... take me home." I sit still, every bit confused as I was bemused. I stared at his hands, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Reality finally hit me as I wrap my head around what he just said.

"I said to take me home. I... I thought I could, but clearly, I can't. I refused to fight an endless battle with you and her. And you're taking her side... incredulous." I said, trying hard to control my breathing and not hit this man upside the head with my purse.

"Sibel, what side?" he said, reaching for my hand, but I snatched it away and shook my head.

He stared at me for a moment, "Will you watch the road," I said.

He shake his head jaw clenching, "my eyes are where they need to be," he said.

"Take me home, Ryon."

"No, we're going back to my place where we can figure this out."

"No, I want to go home."

"So we both can be miserable another eighteen days, no!" he said.

"Clearly, this can't work, and I need to go home." There I can think, there I can curse the both of them out and give the both of them the full length of my tongue. We haven't begun, and we're dealing with this already. Whatever happened to she doesn't want me and I don't want her? When did the f**k buddy arrangements slide off the table? And now she's carrying feelings.

"If you keep saying those words to me, I will take you across my lap and spank you until it works. Don't play with me Sibel," he ran his fingers through his hair and parked the car in his garage.

"Don't play with me Ryon, I'm warning you," I said and he opened his door getting out he sighed hard.

He helped me out of the passenger side and took my hand as I tried to snatch it away but he wouldn't let me. We board the elevator to his penthouse silently.

We entered his suit and you think I talked to him? I was as stubborn as a mule. I accepted his shirt after we both showered separately and he gave up after I refused to say another word without an apology. My resolve wasn't about to go anywhere and I was prepared to drive him nuts with my silence.

He has some nerves.

Just when did we get here? And where do we go from here?

"Come to bed with me," he said after I did the buttons on my shirt.

"Direct me to the guest room," I said.

"Sibel."

"Ryon."

"Please behave," he said.

"Please do not disrespect me and patronize me. I'm not one of your bedroom mates, booty calls, f**k buddy, or whatever you're calling it."

"Stop it!" he said running his hand through his still-damp hair and I can see he was trying to cool down. I stared at him noting how very tense he was.

In a fluid motion, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. "Stubborn woman, don't hear me when I talk to her," he murmured under his breath, but I heard him.

He walked into his bedroom, painted silver grey with a wide view overlooking the city. The curtains were partly drawn, and the lights were dimmed. I've been in his house before but never in his bedroom. It was very nice and huge and manly and glass and very cozy.

"Put me down," I said, and he turned the lock on the door.

"Ryon," I whined. "Stop."

"Stop what," he said.

I couldn't move with the way he was holding me in place on his shoulder. "You've been having your concubines in this bed. I'm not sleeping here," I said.

"Is that what you're worried about?" he chuckled, placing me on my feet. "Take me to the guest room. I'm not sleeping where your bitches lay their heads and where you've bent them over, " I said and he broke out laughing at me.

"I could bend you over too if you liked."

Ridiculous!

"I'm serious, Ryon," I fold my arms.

"Im serious too," he chuckled and I straight face him. "Alright... Alright, I got a bed upgrade a few weeks ago, and I have never brought any woman to my house except for you."

"Oh..." was all I could say.

He shook his head and licked his lips, looking me over. Making me nervous and I quickly slide into bed, and get under the covers, remembering I was still mad at him.

I felt so many things at once. I felt tingles crawling on my skin when his hands moved from my neck to the back of my head and into my hair as his lips moved against mine. It felt good. It felt perfect, and I felt happy. Everything at this moment felt right

he pulled away from the kiss but he didn't lift his head as he placed extra kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. He leaned his forehead against mine as we caught our breath.

"I'm sorry again baby. I promised to handle this situation with Fiona. And you're not getting away from me this easily. After that what just happened you're mine, Sibel Benjamin."

"And you're mine Ryon Menture," I whispered.

A/N

The italic scene is a flashback to how the previous chapter ended.