The CEO's Rose

Chapter 135: Memory

Ryan’s POV

Sweat making his shirt cling to his back, Ryan continued his assault on his punching bag. Not even caring about how badly his lungs were burning and his arms were aching. Before Ryan could land another punch, there was a loud groan. It was swiftly followed by a now familiar tearing sound.

Not even shocked anymore, ( if anything he was annoyed), Ryan just stood there and watched as the straps holding the punching bag tore and the thing crashed to the ground. Seriously, not again!

If it wasn’t the bag falling apart and leaking sand everywhere, the straps holding his punching bags just could not do their job anymore. Why in the world had his bags gotten so weak recently. Weren’t they meant to withstand rough use?!

Huffing in frustration, Ryan kicked the punching bag, it barely moved from its spot on the floor and that had him kicking it again and again until it ended up further away from where it had fallen. Despite the violence that he had just displayed, he could not help but growl in irritation at having gotten no satisfaction from the action.

The ruined punching bag was the third one in two days and he was sick and tired of the bags just giving out on him.

It was not as though he was an incredibly big guy, sure he was well built, and had been using his punching bags to let out a lot of pent up emotions, but even so, why could the bags not hold on a bit longer. Why were they not sturdier? Going back to the fallen punching bag, Ryan kicked it once again.

But as expected that did absolutely nothing to fix his problems so he ended up leaving the gym in a huff and going to shower. Beneath the spray of water Ryan let angry tears fall.

What wrong had he ever done in the world for him to deserve the situation that he was in?

He was so angry at the unfairness of it all.

He was mad at his grandfather because due to the old man’s ill health he had to keep lying and telling him that things between him and Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth were great. Not only that, even if the old man were doing fine, he would not be able to tell him the whole truth in order to shield his feelings. Ryan was also angry at Gwendolyn because thanks to that woman the best thing in Ryan’s life had ended. Plus, before she had shown up to tear his world apart again, she’d slept with his brother. Tearing his family apart without a care in the world.

She should have stayed gone. But that woman did not have an ounce of decency in her, so she had come back.

And blight that she was, Gwendolyn had taken one look at Ryan’s near perfect world and she had taken his Vivian from him.

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It was all too much and Ryan felt like if he did not find any release he was going to burst.

That was why he had been working out more than usual. But that was not helping matters.

He had been trying to find release in the gym for far too long. But no matter how many punches he threw, or how many punching bags he destroyed he was always left feeling as though there was a storm brewing deep within him, just waiting for the slightest provocation so that he would let loose.

All it would take would be someone looking at him wrong and he just knew he would jump at the chance to escalate the situation. A reckless driver out on the road, an employee being too slow, or a business partner being difficult. Someone was bound to get on his nerves and Ryan just knew that he was going to blow.

If he let things get that far he knew that he would be creating problems in a situation that was already bad enough. He needed to find a way to release all of the tension that he was feeling.

Looking down at himself Ryan stared at his soft dick.

He had not felt any interest since things between himself and Vivian had ended but he figured that it could not hurt to try, taking himself in hand Ryan gave his cock a few jerks. Blowing out a breath when his dick began to respond. But his relief was short lived because a few minutes later no matter what he did he just could not seem to get fully erect. Slapping the tiled wall with more force than was necessary, Ryan let out an angry growl.

With the way that everything in his life was currently going sideways, his dick failing him was just the cherry on top. Before meeting Vivian he had never had such a problem before. No matter how stressed or how angry he was always been able to handle himself. But it seemed that his dick had decided that it only answered when he thought of only one woman and was not willing to compromise on the matter. freeweɓnøvel.com

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For a brief second Ryan considered just giving up and stepping out of the shower. But he knew that if he did that the dark cloud that was hovering over him would get even worse. He needed to find release.

Acting on instinct Ryan let his eyes fall shut. The hand holding his dick continuing to move up and down his shaft as he let his mind conjure whatever it pleased, and what pleased him unsurprisingly turned out to be Vivian Rose. They had done it so many times in the shower that he was able to come up with a very realistic image of Vivian being there with him.

In his mind’s eye he saw those wide grey eyes looking at him as she smiled coyly. He saw the water droplets clinging to her long lashes as she batted them at him, playing innocent even as she worked her hand over his dick, her grip sure. Ryan pictured her going down on her knees and swallowing him all the way down. Remembering what it had felt like to be inside that sinful mouth of hers instantly solved Ryan’s problem as his dick went fully hard.

"Vivian," He murmured, thrusting into his fist he imagined that he could feel her throat taking his head in without complaint. Upping his pace, Ryan remembered how good it had felt to use her mouth, and the thrill that he’d gotten when he’d forced Vivian to her feet and just took her against the wall. Her tight heat welcoming him. Vivian taking every thrust like the champ that she was and begging him for more, never satisfied until Ryan completely lost it and rammed into her like a man possessed.

He came imagining that his fist was replaced by her velvety walls, and that the sound of the shower was mingling with that of Vivian’s throaty moans. Leaning most of his weight against the tiled wall Ryan stared down at himself watching the water take away all evidence of his release and push it down the drain. As all of the proof of what he had just done disappeared Ryan could not help but wish that his problems would do the same.