Ryan Damison

"Yú névrr paid attention tú mé while ay left everythàng fúr yú. Ay crossed oceans, moved tú a new countrié fúr yú, and he-àrr.. Yú don't even caÿer about mé. Yú névrr caÿred, Ryan!"

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke, before blowing it out as I hear her rant. She is always ranting. Same old thing.

"You came to America with me to be an actress. Not for me." I correct her misconception.

"I tried introducing you to the right agents and directors. But babe, if you don't have talent, not even the devil can help you." I tell her, taking another drag from my cigarette.

"Yú àrr such a JERK!" I hear her yell through the phone.

Well, it's not my fucking problem if she can't handle the truth!

"Ay am dump-ping yúrr aɽsè and going back tú Geɽmany." She snaps in anger and I snort. "Whatever! I am out." Before shoving the phone deep into my pocket.

European girls.. Are all the same.

Always high maintenance. Expensive taste. Fancy dinners. Designer gifts. And their never ending drama, only to get dumped when you had enough of the headaches.

What a total waste!

Amara wasn't like this. She is the kind of girl you could actually keep around without losing your mind.

She never asked for anything. Always did what I wanted. No nagging. No nonsense. Just a good, obedient girl. Also, very sexy.

I could never find a girl like her again.

Especially who has a kinky mind and a body to match.

I smirk, blowing away the grey clouds of nicotine as I recall all those mature scenes she wrote in her book, probably imagining me.

Of course! She is still into me.

Blocking me is just a part of her game to play hard. She wants me to chase her harder and that's why, I am here today.

Tossing the cigarette bud and crushing it under my foot, I turn around to enter the door that leads to the auditorium hall where the felicitation ceremony is going on.

I run my fingers through my hair, just to look extra sharp as I walk inside the hall, fully packed with students, parents, professors.

I come sit beside my father, the only place left unseated.

"You are late. Half an hour." He gives me a side glare.

"I had work." I reply, fixing the creases on my black pants.

"Was that more important than your sister's graduation?" He shoots, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I will watch the recorded video." I dust off the topic, glancing around. There are too many people!

"When you will be serious in your life?" This time his voice comes out sharp and I slap back with my own sharpness, "I am serious."

"Yeah, right! It took you eight years to complete your degree and masters. People normally do it in six years, you know!" He practically screams at me in a whisper tone.

"Shhh. Don't start here, honey." I hear my mother's murmurs, "Look.. That's the guy Rose talked about."

My gaze shift to the stage where I see Emara's wuss brother walking to get the degree, like he did something great. Not this prick again!

Even after punching him to stay the hell away from my sister, this little dick never learned his lesson. And now have the nerve to think he could actually become my brother-in-law. What a joke!

I should have dealt with him harder, in my evil ways.

Just then my eyes shift to the person handing out the degree and my blood boils instantly seeing his face.

What this fucker is doing here?!

Dakota. The name alone makes me want to break something. My fists clench involuntarily as the memories come flooding back, one after the other.

I trusted him. I treated him like a brother after hearing his sad orphanage stories.

But this motherfucker, he turned out to be the most poisonous snake I was petting for years.

He always envied me. My life. My status. My girl.

Diana.. The girl I was in love with.

He knew how much she meant to me, yet he went behind my back and hooked up with her like I didn't matter. Like our friendship meant nothing to him.

And now he is standing on the stage, acting like a righteous noble man and giving out degrees like he is the most successful one here.

In reality, he is nothing but a snake with feathers stuffed up his butt, pretending to be a peacock.

I hate him. More than I ever thought I could hate someone.

I should have ruined him the way he ruined everything for me.

"Emara S Stone."

My gaze snaps back as I hear the name and shifts to the entrance where I see her stepping up. Everything around me fades as she walks in, confident as hell like she just won an Oscar.

I notice her hair, she dyed it red which somehow makes her look ten times hotter. Even if I want to, I can't take my eyes from her fiery cat-walk.

But then I realize, she is walking towards him. Dakota.

My stomach knots as I watch her approach him, and he extends his palm to grab hers.

My entire body tenses as Amara takes his hand and he pulls her closer to him. I could feel someone twisting my balls in my pants as I watch him keeping a hand on her back and standing way to near to her.

That bastard deliberately pulled her closer!

My fists clench so hard I can feel my nails digging deep into my palms as he slides even nearer to her, smiling for the camera.

He is doing this on purpose. Mothercuntfucker!

Rage floods through my veins like burning lava. My chest tightens with each second as I keep staring at them, talking to each other far longer than they have any reason to.

Watching them together on the stage is like watching my own heart operation live. I could feel the cuts going deeper, oozing fresh blood out from my scars.

I can barely breathe.

Right now, I want nothing more than to storm up to the stage, and rip his dirty fucking hands away from my girl.

How dare he touched my Amara!

Dakota already took Diana from me, and now he is standing there, touching Amara like he can take her too.

FUCK NO!

Even while she steps down of the stage, the bastard keeps his eyes locked on her, like he can't let her go.

My fists tighten and my chest burns with pure jealous. For once, I am actually scared of losing something I care about.

I will fucking kill this fucker!

* * *

The graduation ceremony is over, but I am not in the mood for any celebration. Everyone around me is busy in chatting, taking pictures, making reels, typical graduation crap!

"What do you think about that guy?" Dad asks me casually, nodding towards Ethan, who is standing with his family.

"I don't like him." I reply in a flat, uninterested tone, and stare at Amara who is blindly ignoring me, busy in clicking pictures.

I know she can feel my eyes on her!

"Why?" He raises his brow at me. "Because he is smarter than you?"

I let out a scoff.

"He is average at best. And personally, I think he is a complete useless guy. Definitely not good enough for Rose."

Dad leans in towards me with his serious business face, and lowers his voice, "His father is the city head of police department, and he still got more than fifteen years until he retires. That's a very useful contact."

"We have better contacts, dad." I shrug, like it is not a big deal. "When we got Mayor on our side, why to marry Rose off for a police connection?"

My father twists his head towards me with a gaze full of disappointment. I jerk my brow towards him, silently asking.. What now?

"You are an idiot, Ryan." He sighs deeply.

"A Mayor is elected, and can be replaced. Whereas an officer stays irrespective of any political party in charge. And, looking at the years he has left, one day he is going to be a police commissioner."

He then leans in, whispering so low that only I can hear, "Also, he got the drug case you are involved in. We can ask him to clear your name."

I grit my teeth, recalling how I was called to the police station for questioning as soon as I came back to the city. I thought by now the case would have disappeared, but it is still hanging over my neck.

"Well, if he is that important, then why trade off Rose for a wuss?" I ask, putting my cards on the table.

"I will marry his daughter." 

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