He looked at me like he thought I was high or something and then he nodded.
I watched her. She was alone. Now, I wish I knew some pick-up lines. Or I knew how to use them effectively! But so far the only things that I can remember hearing around were: 'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?'
or 'I lost my phone number, so can I have yours?'
and 'If I say you have a wonderful body, will you hold it against me?'
They are so lame and corny! Who invents these things? And I doubt any of them are going to work on her. Damn! I am not good at this!
She ordered a margarita. I guess here's my cue.
"The best margarita in town for the beautiful lady." I said. Even I thought that sounds creepy! "Can you sign, Ma'am?"
She didn't answer. She just stared at me. Her expression looked... I don't know, star-struck or something. Hmmm... I guess she likes what she sees. That gave me the confidence I needed.
"Can you sign, Ma'am?" I repeated.
"Oh." She said and she signed the tab. I can't help but notice that her fingers were slightly shaking.
"Thank you." She said.
"You're welcome Madam." I said. "Enjoy your drink. Just call me if you need anything else." I said, grinning at her, flashing her my perfect set of teeth and the dimples on my cheeks. Flirting. Yes, I am definitely flirting with her, and she looked dumbfounded.
"And what name would I ask for?" She asked.
There! We're getting somewhere.
"Ryder." I replied.
"Alright. Thanks, Ryder." She said.
I stood there for a while, waiting for her to tell me her name. But she only smiled at me and I realized that was the only reply I was going to get. She's teasing me. Alright! Two can play this game.
"Alright. Perhaps when I bring you your next drink." I said, and I winked at her.
I felt like a high school boy reeling with excitement. What is it about this woman that unnerves me? She got under my skin the minute I laid eyes on her. And I can't forget the feel of her in my arms. Although I doubt that she recognizes me from the jewelry shop.
She was talking on the phone with her friends.
"Find me a straight guy!" She said loudly over the receiver.
I smirked. I couldn't help smiling. What would she need a straight guy for? She can have her pick here at the bar. Doesn't she know how beautiful she is?
"You shouldn't eavesdrop on other people's conversation." She said, not looking at me, but I know she's talking to me.
I approached her. "I wouldn't have, if your voice wasn't that loud."
"Oh sorry." She said. "People talk loud on bars, you know. Well, you should know."
"Yes, I know." I grinned at her again. "So, what's the quest for the straight guy for?"
"Not just a straight guy. But a straight guy who's willing to do anything for a couple of grand."
"You're not doing porn, are you?" I asked, and God, I hope she says no.
"Oh my God! No!"
I sighed in relief.
"Now, I'm intrigued. What could a girl like you possibly need a straight guy for?"
And so, she told me the story of her life, with tears in her eyes.
For the life of me, I could not believe everything she told me. How can someone bear to hurt her? She looked so fragile, so vulnerable. She looked like she has so much light and fire inside her. How can somebody afford to put it out?
She wanted her pride back. She wanted to save her face. And I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was agreeing to her plan, letting her think I was a bartender in need of extra cash. If I was not so touched by her breakup story, I would have laughed.
She wanted to bring a guy to the wedding who could pretend that he was smart and rich, wears an Armani suit and drives a very expensive car.
Harvard Degree, investments here and there. She's inventing the man who will annihilate her ex-fiance's pride. She wants to redeem her dignity by showing up at the wedding with a man that is like a slap in the face to her ex, even if he was just pretending.
Well, that would be very easy for me. Because... basically, she wants me to pretend to be... well... 'me'.
The feel of her lips on mine was... magic. It was like there were fireworks everywhere. All night, I felt myself drowning into our charade. I cannot get my hands off her. I hold her and kiss her, praying that this day never ends.
Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. She erupts like a firecracker in my arms when I kiss her. She genuinely laughs at my jokes. She was not afraid to show me that she feels hurt and she needed me to hold her. She needed me to save her.
And she doesn't even know who I was. She was parading me to her family, saying that I am the rich hotshot guy who owns a chain of restaurants in New York. She thought that was part of the act. I wonder how she'll react if she finds out... that's who I really am.
Here she is, kissing me, hugging me. Ryder, the bartender. And she didn't care. It's me she wants, regardless of what I am.
She was drowned and drunk on both the liquor and her grief. But I admire her. No one could go through all this pain and live to tell about it.
Then she started crying. She hugged me. And the next thing I knew, she was kissing me.
I didn't want to take advantage of her. She was sad and drunk. But she's a cannonball in my arms. I can feel her heat radiating to my skin. Her kisses are sending me over the edge. I tried to hold on to my last string of control. But when she pushed me on the bed and mounted me, I lost it! I was only human, and my body craves this woman like a drug.
I kissed her. She melted in my arms. She was whispering my name over and over and it was the sweetest sound I have ever heard in my life.
We lost our clothes. I was lost in ecstasy. And when I went inside her, she squirmed in pain. I felt a tearing sensation. Damn! No wonder she was too tight. I leaned down and kissed her. She was crying.
"I'm sorry, love." I said to her. But I know I wasn't! This is probably the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. She was a virgin. She was mine first. I was the only one. And I knew from that moment on, I intend to keep it that way...
I just got back to Malibu, and my manager told me that a woman was looking for me. I was not really interested. There was only one woman I was interested in and I'm getting impatient. I want her to get over her past, her grief. I want her to fulfill her promises so I can finally work my way in to her life. I want her to start fresh, fix herself and then open herself up to trusting another man again. And I wanted to be that man. I want her to know the real me.
She wanted me. I know she did. Her eyes had a certain gleam when she stared up at me. She blushed at the simplest touch of my skin against hers and she went mindless with me that night. And she thought I was a bartender, desperate enough for money that I took the job of pretending to be her boyfriend for a night. But still she wanted me.
This was the woman I was looking for my entire life! A woman who would want me for me... not for my money. It's a good bonus that she's sweet, beautiful, and her touch makes me explode.
I cannot wait to pay Astrid Jacobson a visit.
"Sir..." My bar manager said. "This woman was asking for you a couple of days ago. She left a message."
I didn't even look up from the papers I was signing. I let Donald continue.
"She told me to tell you that... Astrid Jacobson was looking for you."
Now, he got my undivided attention. I stared at him for a while.
"Astrid Jacobson?" I echoed. He nodded. "You're sure? Strawberry blond chick, enchanting violet eyes?"
Donald grinned. "Yes. Quite a breathtaking lady, Sir."
So she found me. Now, she knows who I am.
"What else did she say?"
Donald smiled at the memory of Astrid, and I wanted to punch him in the face. I controlled myself and raised a brow at him. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, she asked me to tell you that when she does find you, she cannot wait to... kick your ass."
Oh! That's why Donald was smiling. Feisty Astrid! God, as if I needed another reminder why I wanted her in the first place.
I called up Adam Ackers to ask... no... force him to tell me where Astrid is at that moment. After five minutes, he texted me her exact location and I wasted no time going to where she was.
I found her, talking to a man... a familiar man. Her ex-fiance. Jealousy reeled through me when I saw them talking. Is she still not over him?
But as I come closer to them I realized they were fighting. She slapped him and turned on her heel. Luckily, I was already only a foot away from her. She collided into me and I caught her in my arms immediately. Her blush told me how angry she was. I wrapped my arms around her and stared angrily at her ex.
"I see you haven't lost your touch, Bryans." I said to him. "It seems you still want the things you do not have."
"Are you really sure you have her? You don't know her as much as I do."
I raised my chin to him, feeling proud and honored, "I think I know her now more than any man does." The translation of that in my head was, "She wanted me enough to offer me what she didn't offer you!"
"I doubt she loves you that much!" He said. Translation: "I'm the biggest fool for losing her! Now I want her back and I want you to give her up!"
"It doesn't matter. I love her more than enough for the both of us." I said. The real translation of that, if he's smart enough to decipher it is, "I am never giving her up so fuck off!"
She was still crying when I took her away. I let her. Then I tilted her chin up so she could look at me. I realized I missed her so much! It's so not like me because I barely really know her.
"I was told you were looking for me... and I was told that you couldn't wait to kick my ass." I said. Her temper amuses me.
I didn't see what was coming next. Her palm connected to my cheek in a force that sent my head flying sideways. That should have made me angry but it only made me want her even more. She was not thrilled with me now that she found out I lied about who I was.
"Ouch!" I took a deep breath. "I can't say I don't deserve that. Anything else?"
"Damn it! Who are you?"
I was actually excited to introduce myself to her, as Ryder Van Woodsen, hoping she would be thrilled that the date she brought to that wedding was real. That I wasn't pretending about who I am.
But damn! I should have kept my mouth shut!
When I told her who I was, she actually 'hated' me. And at the end of that night, she returned my ring. She loved it when she thought it was a cheap replica. But she found out that it was real, she didn't want it anymore. And she wanted me less...
And worse... because of all that... I only ended up wanting her even more!
I knew I was crying even before I opened my eyes. I couldn't help all the tears even if I tried.
Light flooded into the room, but it has already flooded into my brain even before I woke up. It felt like I have been sleeping in the dark. I was trapped there and I was struggling to find my way out before I entirely mess up my life... before I regret every single thing that I was doing.
Astrid. My love. My life.
I remember her now. Every single bit of her.
I remember that I was on my way to the airport that day. I just finished meeting my real estate agent in Manhattan. I was not supposed to come back to Malibu yet. But God, I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to sleep with her in my arms that night! And me showing up in our house that evening will be a pleasant surprise for her. I know she wouldn't be happy that I was stretching my limits and spending too much on flights, but I know she would be happy to see me.
Astrid is driving my car. Living in my house. Our house. I warmed up to the thought.
I wanted nothing else but to have her move in with me to Manhattan. But until she's ready, I will patiently wait. Because I meant what I said, I will never hurt her. She has to trust me and love me completely. And I will make her 'ever after' come true.
And then I felt the impact of the crash. Everything turned dark. And when I opened my eyes again, it was like I was thrown back to the past. And I have no recollection of the beautiful woman who my friends and my family referred to as the love of my life.
I remembered my conversation with Jake.
"I can't love somebody I do not know, genius! That's just the way I am. I will not fall for a woman that easily. She must have... I don't know... given me a love potion or something. I am telling you. That woman is no different from the rest. She's with me because she wants the life that I can give her. She's already manipulated me... and you!"
"Ryder, when that cloud in your brain goes away, I want you to repeat this conversation over and over in your head and you will realize just how much I wanted to punch you right now! In fact, I believe when you do get better, the first thing you would want to do is to kill yourself!" And Jake walked out on me.
And God, was he right! I wanted to hit myself with anything... just so I would feel the pain. Because I deserve it! I deserve a good whack in the head for everything I said about her... everything I said and did to her.
I promised her I would never hurt her! But right now, I can't help but hate myself for the painful words I ever said to her.
"I don't trust you. How the hell you made me fall in love with you, I do not know. How you made me put my money on your business, I am also not sure. You must be really good in bed. I am usually not the type of man who would fall under a woman's spell. And I stay away from girls like you."
"I don't know you well enough to judge you. But the last thing I want is to end up with a mercenary slut who is only using me to gain access to my bank accounts!"
God! She must have really wanted to kill me. I wanted to kill myself!
Mercenary slut?
That was the most ridiculous and most inappropriate description for Astrid.
One, she's not a gold-digger. The only thing that stood between us was my money. If I was Ryder, the bartender, we would have been together a long time ago. But I was Ryder Van Woodsen. And she had this stupid idea in her head that people would judge her and look down at her if she's with me.