Crushed (11 page)

Lacey
and Jason lived about 10 minutes from Starbucks, and luckily they were quiet,
residential streets, after you cleared the busy area where the coffee shop
stood.

I
used my key to get into the house and found Lacey breast feeding Mason on the
couch watching TV.

She
looked up at me, surprised that I was there. I walked across the room and sat
next to her, kissing Mace on the head before I did.

“Hey
Em, what are you doing here?” Lacey asked me

“Stalling
on having my life turned to shit.” Was all I replied

She
paused. Not saying anything for several moments

We
sat there watching TV. Jason came in from out back, wet. He had obviously been
cleaning the pool. He smiled at me, but his smile quickly turned to a frown
“What did he do now.”

Jason
and Ryan had always been close, and I knew that Jason loved Ryan, but something
changed when Ryan and I started dating, he became really protective of me and
he started calling Ryan on his shit more.

I
sat there and told them about the whole Cindy conversation and the ranting
phone call right after when we were at Starbucks. The fact that Ryan had not
called my phone once and I had been “inside” Starbucks for 40 minutes now, made
it clear that he wasn’t looking for me.

Just
then my phone beeped. I had my phone set for alerts for Twitter and obviously I
followed Ryan.

“Nothing
feels better than life screwing you in the ass.”

Then
another

“My
fans mean everything to me, thank you for all that you do, @Katie_Amazing_Williams
and I cannot wait to see you at the press event tomorrow”

I
looked up at them “well he’s tweeting, so clearly he is fine.

He
has a huge press event with Katie tomorrow. He leaves tonight, so I am sure we
will talk at some point, I am not going to stress about it. I don’t feel good
as is. I just don’t need any more on my plate.”

The
both looked at one another and nodded their heads.

Jason
went back outside to finish the pool and Lacey went down the hall to change the
baby and put him down for his nap.

I
heard her phone ring, and I knew it was Ryan just on the tone.

I
looked down at my phone and saw that he had called me 8 times. After I saw the
tweets I hit the silent button.

“Jesus
Ryan, calm the fuck down, what’s wrong?” Lacey said into the phone she sounded
worried

“She’s
here, she’s been here for almost an hour, she walked over, and maybe you should
have been paying closer attention to your wife than your twitter fans.”

I
laughed lightly, but worry crept in.

He
was mad, that I left? Like he would have stuck around to hear more in my
position.

I
text Alex

E:
I think that Cindy is going to make Ryan divorce me

He
texted back a few minutes later

A:
Ok

E:
Ok?

A:
Yeah Emmalyn, I don’t know what you want me to say

E:
Forget it. I’ll delete your number, thanks for being a great fucking friend
Alex

A:
I will always be YOUR friend Em, but I don’t give a shit about Ryan

E:
This is hurting me, if you can’t put your shit aside then that’s your issue

A:
He would never leave you

E:
Maybe you don’t know him quite so well

A:
The exact reason he and I are no longer friends

I
didn’t bother texting him back

Not
that I would have had a chance, two seconds later Lacey’s front door blew open
and Ryan came storming through the front door. He looked pissed.

He
surveyed the room, looking for I assume Lacey or Jason

When
he didn’t see either of them he came at me.

He
grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up.

He
pulled me out of the front door and led me to the car, opened the door. I
climbed inside, before I had a chance to reach for my seatbelt, Ryan was taking
it out of my hand and buckling me in. He locked my door and closed it, walking
around the back to his side.

I
shot a quick text to Lacey to tell her I was leaving. She texted me right back

L:
I am looking out the window, he’s pissed Em, he was livid when he called
looking for you, just keep me updated

He
kept looking over at me, I was looking out the passenger window, but I could
feel his eyes on me every so often.

When
we got back to the house before I had a chance to open my door he came around
and yanked it open. Pulling me out and grabbing my arm again.

I
noticed a blonde sitting on the steps. It was Holly.

Really?
This bitch wanted to go now.

I
opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing here, but Ryan beat me to it

“Holly
get your nasty STD infested ass off of our fucking steps before I call your dad
myself.”

She
looked startled, like she hadn’t been expecting him to talk to her like that.
She narrowed her eyes, when she saw his grip on my arm

“We
need to talk Ryan, I’m pregnant”

Ryan
had been trying to pull me into the house I stopped walking

“When
the hell did he have time to screw you?” I asked her

Ryan
looked over at me, “I didn’t, she came by the night you took off when Lacey had
Mason and I wouldn’t let her in the house. She knew you weren’t here. She heard
me yelling at Alex on the phone she’s playing games again and I am not in the
fucking mood to deal with them.”

I
looked back at her, a smile on my face “Listen Holly, I know it must be lonely,
being so disgusting and moral less, but Ryan is married, so you need to back
off. I don’t ever want to see your face again. Pack up your shit and be gone.
Your dad doesn’t want you, your brother doesn’t want you and my husband sure as
shit doesn’t want you. So just go. Have a little self-respect and GO.”

She
took a step forward like she was going to hit me. Before she had a chance, I
swung my arm back and punched her square in the face

She
screamed. Looked at Ryan like she was waiting for him to do something.

I
clicked my phone on, and dialed Alex’s number. He answered on the first ring

“Hey
Emmalyn” he said, sounding surprised that I was calling

“Hey
Alex” I felt Ryan’s grip on my arm tighten at hearing his former best friends
name. “I need you to do something about your sister, she keeps showing up. I
have told her several times to back off, but she isn’t getting it clearly. I
just punched her right in her plastic fucking face and I swear to God if I see
her again I am going to kill her myself. She’s disgusting.”

Alex
sighed into the phone, “she’s been on a rampage lately. I have people calling
me left and right, she’s an issue. I will find her and deal with it. Thanks for
letting me know Em.”

I
hung up with him, just as Ryan was telling Holly to get lost again

As
soon as she stomped her foot like a 10 year old child, she turned around to
leave.

Ryan
shook his head in disbelief and turned back to me. Suddenly realizing what we
were dealing with before we were interrupted.

He
unlocked the front door and pulled us inside

He
slammed the door shut, threw his car keys on the table by the door and grabbed
me. He slammed me up against the door.
It didn’t hurt, but it did startle me. His hand wrapped around my throat,
holding me against the door.

“Why
the fuck would you just leave me like that, do you have any idea how scared I
was?”

He
didn’t let me tell him what I had heard his lips came down on my hard covering
mine his tongue forcefully entering my mouth, thrusting in and out.

I
couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. I wanted to still be upset with
him, but I collapsed against him.

He
took his other hand and pulled up my dress, he quickly pulled it up over my
head pinning my hips against the door and grinding up and down, his erection
already pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

He
wrapped his fingers around the front of my panties and ripped them right off of
me causing me to gasp at the slight pain from the tug

He
didn’t wait to see if I was wet, he plunged his fingers into my pussy, pumped
in and out a few times before taking them out to rub my clit thoroughly. I
moaned again

I
looked up into his eyes. Anger and desire filled them, and something
else….Sadness almost

It
was hard to breath. I wanted so badly to make him stop, and at the same time I
wanted him to take me right there

“You
are mine Emmalyn, no matter what happens you are fucking mine. You don’t just
get to leave when you don’t like shit.” He said still pumping his fingers in
and out of me

I
notice that he was rubbing his length through his shorts, which is seriously
hot

I
leaned forward and unbuttoned his shorts

I
reached into his boxers and rub the tip of him. He groaned at the contact and
pushed my hand away

Before
I have any time to feel offended, he ripped his pants off, pulled me to the
couch and sat down, pulling me on top of him

I
slide down on top of his erection, loving the feel of him

He’s
still angry, as soon as I sink completely down, he takes over. Lifting me
slightly and pumping in and out at a racing pace. He’s not being gentle, he’s
taking what he wants. He doesn’t stop. He never gets tired during sex until he
is just about to come.

“Touch
yourself for me Em” he says, not stopping what he is doing

I
listen to him, as soon as I start rubbing that bundle of nerves my orgasm rips
through me causing me to scream out.

Before
I come down, Ryan has me tossed on the couch so that he can lay over me, where
he starts plowing into me even faster, his movements becoming jerky. I know he
is close. He’s grunting as he goes “this is mine.” And “all mine” over and over
again. When he comes, he stars saying “I love you so much” I don’t miss the
tears forming in his eyes.

I
am brought back to our current situation.

Ryan
stands up to get a wash cloth to clean me up. When he comes back in I look him
in the face “I know we can’t stay married.”

He
looks startled “What?”

“I
heard you and Cindy, you can’t be married to me, and your fans won’t like it.
So what do we do next?”

He
didn’t seem to want to answer me

“It’s
okay Ryan, I kind of knew this was all too good to be true, so do you file for
an annulment. I don’t know the law on these things.”

His
anger comes back “I’m not divorcing you, I don’t know what you think you heard,
but I never agreed to that.”

“I
heard what she said Ryan, and I heard you in your car talking on the phone
freaking out. I heard you say I wouldn’t like this. So just tell me.”

He
looks at me, sadness taking over

“You
won’t like this. I don’t want to hurt you Emmalyn”

I
look away. I suddenly want to be back with Lacey

“I
have to date Katie.” He says. Not looking at me

That’s
just as bad as getting divorced

“But
you just said you weren’t divorcing me.”

He
looks at me briefly then away “I’m not Em, but the producer and Cindy think
it’s better for publicity if the fans think we met and fell in love on set, if
we are a couple more people want to tune in and see where it all started.
Tomorrow at the press event, we have to announce our relationship.”

I
look down at my hands, playing with the ring that he put on my finger two
months ago

Ryan’s
is silver, and thick. No one has ever asked him about it. He never takes it off
unless he is shooting. I don’t understand how no one realized it was a wedding
ring. I guess if you don’t ask you can’t be disappointed by the answer.

“What
about me?” I ask

“What
about you? I told you I am not divorcing you, this is just for now. As soon as
it all blows over it will be good.”

He
clearly had not thought this through “Ryan, what you are saying is, I will be
your secret wife. You will be publicly dating Katie, and when you are done with
her, when they say you can be done. Then you can pretend that you suddenly met
me and we got married?”

“Pretty
much.” Was his only response

“What
if you don’t do it, what if you choose to not pretend to be with her and
instead admit that you are married to me?”

He
looks away from me “Then I am in violation with my contract for not listening
to the producers and getting married, Cindy will drop me, which isn’t the worst
thing ever, but she has a lot of connections with other big name agents in town
and it would be hard to find someone else to pick me up. There is a huge movie
role in the works right now, the creators want me and Katie for the lead. Once
we get that role and the film is done, then this can be all over. I promise,
it’s only for a 6 months top. Then we can go back to normal.”