Ryan's POV
Ryan Terrell was untamable, a wild beast. He was the ultimate playboy. A man made for wild nights and nights with even wilder ladies. He was all about good times, and even better times. How he had ever thought he could suppress such a vital part of himself, he had no idea. Vivian Rose must have really been messing with him.
Grimacing when he realized that he was thinking of her. Ryan stared at the women on the dance floor below to rid his mind of all thoughts of her.
Sure enough his idea worked. How could it not when his eyes were having a literal feast? Scantily clad women dancing for all they were worth. The flashing lights, the pounding bass of the music. Everything just felt so alive, and Ryan leaned into it, letting the energy wash over him. This was definitely what he had been missing. Enjoying his scotch Ryan let the atmosphere settle over him and he breathed a sigh of relief. This was his natural habitat, the place where he truly belonged.
