CHAPTER 6: Sexy woman

Ryder's POV

Sitting next to such a beauty was nothing but a blessing. Dylan, my younger brother, and I sandwiched our charming tour guide in the middle aisle until we reached our destination.

No woman ever intoxicated me this badly as she did. The way her hair fell delicately over her shoulders, her sweet little smile when she ended the call with other clients and her perfume. Floral, yet so subtly strong and oceanic. Oh, the best part was her chest when she walked. Bouncing so subtly with her walk, making her look so juicy and magnetic. Best thirteen-hour flight of my life~

Oh, lord I've sinned!

As I kept staring at my tour guide, I couldn't help but sin heavily. No one should've been born with such maturity and charm. As she was in action, making calls and hailing cabs for us, I couldn't help but admire her.

She assigned us rooms. My heart somersaulted when I realized she was right next door.

If I pulled the strings right, I would get a chance to sleep with her and admire her more. Enjoy her mature body and alluring figure that not many girls have these days. She was plump in all the right places~

I wonder how she'd look under me. Moaning and groaning with pleasure. Moreover, I wanted to see her smile. She hadn't smiled a smirk ever since we reached. I wonder if I could make her smile~

I was growing too desperate, especially since I hadn't gotten much action for ages. The last time I slept with a girl was some random chick, a cheerleader who claimed to be my fan.

I'm a hockey player - A key player in the national Rebel Lions Hockey Team.

I didn't realize the effect my tour guide had on me until I walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the mirror.

"Aw, man!" I was stumped to notice the huge bulge between my legs. To make things worse, it had a wet spot. I contemplated waiting for tonight to ask the lady to be my muse and pleasure me, or to just handle the crisis myself.

I chose the first option. I was confident my tour guide would let me find solace in her. Scarlett, what an alluring name.

I took my sweet time getting ready and dedicated the day to relaxing. The plans start tomorrow.

My phone buzzed with messages from my brother. He's a singer who goes by the stage name 'CharmX'.

Dylan: Hey, wanna grab a drink or a chick from the bar downstairs?

I raised an eyebrow.

Me: There's a bar downstairs?

Dylan: Duh, dumbo. You comin' or nah?

I scoffed at his text.

Me: Wouldn't miss an opportunity to find a hot chick (drink) at a bar, brother

I chuckled and stuffed my phone in my pocket after Dylan replied with a string of laughing emojis. Throwing on a comfortable pair of dark jeans and a simple polo tee, I made my way downstairs.

Dylan was waiting for me at the bar's entrance. He was chatting up a chick; she looked smoking hot. But wasn't really his taste.

"Hey, Ryder!" I walked to Dylan who fist-bumped me. I ordered two tequila to start with. Yes. Tequila.

"Man...our sexy tour guide is still on my mind." Dylan slurred. I turned to him, smirking.

"You fantasized about her too?" I asked with a smirk. Dylan scoffed, and the corners of his lips turned up.

"Fantasizing, yes." Dylan cocked his chin to the entrance of the bar. The woman took my breath away.

Scarlett wore a small crop top paired with jeans. Her sexy, thick arms and thighs were accentuating her thin waist. The curve of her waist was like a valley. I wanted to grab her love handles and do her then and there. I so wanted to get to know her more.

"She's attractive," I said subtly and shuffled in my seat.

"Ryder. We do this all the time. Why don't we try it with her?" I heard Dylan say. I raised an eyebrow.

"Witn her? A bet?" Dylan smirked to confirm.

"One who sleeps with her and makes her scream wins. Easy bet." Dylan proposed.

"Let's make this more interesting. If I win, I'll get your share of royalty for the next six months." I said, smirking. Dylan's smile fell. He got more competitive.

"And if I win, you'd have to give away the tournament trophy to me." My smile fell too. The tournament that I was preparing for after the robust last season was my top priority. Dylan knew how much that trophy would mean for me.

"You know how much my money means to me too," Dylan spoke as if he read my mind.

"Fine," I said, chugging the tequila down my throat. It burned like hell. But it'll get me started.

Dylan took it too far, but the bet was already made.

Why were we trying to make a one-night stand with a stranger seem this crazy? It was a heavily liable bet.

But no bet is fun without losing what seems to be held dearest to our hearts. Dylan and I placed bets all the time. This time wouldn't be any different.

Right?

I couldn't have been pleasured to feel more wrong. As I smirked at Dylan, he followed the ladies up to the stage. He was popular and recognized even in a foreign country.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. It was my manager. My posture relaxed, I tried to be calm and get back into sports mode. He must've called to discuss something important.

The call lasted forever. Maybe because I was afraid to lose the bet with Dylan. I was running out of time to swoon up Scarlett, as soon as possible.

So, as soon as I cut the call, I dashed back in. My eyes frantically searched for Dylan or Scarlett at least. Panic rose when both of them were missing from my gaze.

I turned to the friendly bartender.

"Hey, man. Did you see the singer disappear somewhere?" The bartender gave me a skeptical look.

"Yeah, he went down the hallway with a chick." I knew exactly who was that 'chick'. I smirked and slapped down a 500$ bill.

"That's my brother and future girlfriend, by the way." Saying, I rushed down the hallway after laughing at the bartender's flabbergasted expression!

I raced down the hall, my footsteps loud and crisp.

The vindictive motherfucker was holding the door open for Scarlett as he ushered her inside. On his way in after her, the little fucker winked at me and closed the door.