He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at the man. "What is your problem?"
"You know what my problem is you bastard, you slept with my wife."
Ryan and Ria looked at each other and then back at the man.
"Look, pal, I have no idea who you are or who your wife is," he growled at the man, wanting to punch his lights out.
"Lisa Clark, I saw you going into the hotel she was staying at this afternoon."
"If your wife is cheating on you it's not with me. I suggest you go talk to her and find out what's going on. You're lucky my date stopped me or you'd be lying in a pool of blood right now."
Mr. Clark looked over at Ria. "I'd keep my eye on him if I were you, he f**ked my wife."
Ryan took her arm and steered her away and towards the car, opening the door for her to get in. "I swear I didn't sleep with her or anyone."
"But he saw you going into the hotel with his wife," she said, turning her head to look at him.
"That part is true. After the meeting, I gave her a ride to where she was staying and after I saw her to her room I left. I didn't go inside and I sure as hell didn't f**k her." He looked at the frown on her face and knew she didn't believe him. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"I don't know what to believe. You did look wore out when you returned and you couldn't wait to jump into the shower. You didn't even kiss me when you got back, not until after you showered."
Being a man who wasn't used to having someone question him he closed his mouth and drove back to their hotel in silence. There he threw his keys down and turned to face her. "I can't believe you," he barked at her.
"Me," she snapped back.
"Yeah, you. How can you think so little of me? I have you so why would I have to f**k someone else?"
"Ryan, I don't know. But you are a man who is insatiable, maybe I'm not enough for you and when the opportunity presented itself you couldn't stop what seems to come naturally to you."
So back to just f**king. Now go and get on the bed and spread those pretty legs of yours."
She stands up, her face turned red and she got in his face. "Screw you @sshole. I'll not be talked to in this manner." When she gave him a shove and went to walk away he grabbed her, pinning her up against the wall.
"I'm h**ny and I want you, as per to our agreement you have to give me what I want."
"You said the agreement was over, that things were different."
"You showed me how mistaken I was, how this is the way it should be." His mouth came down hard on hers, he pressed his body against her, letting her feel his arousal. He pulled her gown down, his hand going to her br**st, his other one between her legs. He smiled when she didn't put up a fight, her p**sy wet and she moaned as he stroked her. Picking her up he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed and removed his clothes.
That night he took her, hard and with no tenderness. After getting his release he moved off and over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Seeing there was only the one bed in the suite he decided to stay sleeping next to her.
The next two days and nights they went sightseeing, out to dinner and had s£x. Both of them felt sad that things had changed between them. What was starting to become something beautiful was now gone.
The last night in Rome she found him standing out on the balcony. Her heart felt heavy, too much had happened between them and she knew she couldn't go on this way, there was no going back to the way it was. "Ryan, we need to talk."
"What about?" he asked, turning to look at her.
"When we get home it's over between us."
"Over," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. I'm sorry but I can't go on this way. I told you I was sorry for not believing you about that woman. I made a mistake but you can't forgive me. I never want to see you again once we get back home." She turned and went back to the bedroom.