Little Red | ??

Unspoken Words

Putting on my heels and coat, I assess myself in the mirror once more and walk out the door. Driving to Ryder's place, I notice that there are already a few cars in the driveway. Asking into Ryder's house, my anxiety kicked in.

They're just people. Lots of people. But people none the less. As long as you find Ryder, you'll be ok. You got this. Just don't freak out.

After giving myself a mental pep talk, I walk around the house to see if I could find a familiar face. Walking up to Ryder's bedroom, I see him struggling to fix his tie. Walking up behind him quietly, I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Do you need help there?" I ask.

"My Queen is back. But yes, I do need help with this damn thing," he replies, turning his body to face me.

"There. All done," I say after I fix his tie.

"Thank you. You look beautiful as always," he says.

"Thank you. It's Ashlynn's dress. She has good taste in clothes. Most of the time anyway," I reply

"You should have brought her along," he replies.

"She with her family down in Miami. She doesn't do well with the cold," I say.

"Ahh, got it," he replies. Taking my coat off, I hang it behind Ryder's door.

"You ready to go?" I ask.

"To be honest, I'm not so sure I want to anymore," he says.

"And why is that?" I ask, walking back over to him.

"You look so damn gorgeous that dress I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight. I might just cancel this whole party and fuck you right here, right now," he says looking me up and down.

"But you would let everyone who is already here down. And I don't think the Ryder Jackson Emerson wants to let anyone down, now does he? It'd be a shame if you upset your guests that are already here. Imagine what they would think of you," I say, trailing a finger down his chiseled body through his shirt. "And besides, aren't you a changed man?" I ask.

"Screw what people think. As for being a changed man, I might change back so I can have my way with you," he replies, leaving small kisses on my neck.

"And where's the fun in that? I wanna see how long you last," I say.

"You enjoy teasing me like this, huh? You enjoy torturing me. You purposely wear clothes that show off your curves just so you can drive me insane. Don't you worry, Little Red. I'll have my way with you. But mark my words, it'll be you who will be begging for me, not the other way around," he replies. "Now come on. What kind of host would I be if I was late to my own party?" he says, pulling me out his bedroom door.

His words shook me down to my core. The only reason I haven't slept with him is that I'm...scared. Scared he might tell me I was a good fuck and then leave. The other reason is that I want it to be filled with love, not lust. I needed to decide. Was I going to tell him and take the risk of being rejected, or was I going to be a pussy ass bitch and keep my mouth shut? You only live once, right? So I should probably just say it. But goddamn rejection is a scary thing.

Socializing with people I don't know is still a struggle for me. Social anxiety and all. But the people just kept on coming and coming and coming. It was like a never-ending line of people walking through the door. Ryder was trying to make me jealous. I could tell by the way he looked at me and then held other women close. And boy, was it working. Two can play at that game.

Walking up to a random stranger, we started a conversation. Where we're from and all the basics. He was a good-looking guy, but nothing compared to Ryder. Soon enough, the guy who's name I forgot was being called, and they left me alone. Ryder seemed to be having a good time.