Ryan Reynolds’ tie was fitting properly. He was fruzzled as he kept scrambling his walk in closet. There were several contracts on his bed. Apparently he was feeling the stress and was looking for something new. In this case a new, young woman. Ryan managed to find his tie. It was a nice white one, it matched his outfit.
He had a dark blue suit which matched his brown eyes. The color pattern was irresistible. If it was a movie you’d pause it and just stare at the fine stitching and fine pattern. The sense of freedom and the sense of happiness was in the horizon for Ryan. However the happiness was murdered from the horizon when Ryan heard footsteps.
It might be one of his servants. Ryan’s house had three floors. His bedroom was a master that was about two times bigger than a normal one. It came with a walking closet. All of the wall expect for the one that was next to the hallway was glass so he could have a view of the lake in front of his house. It also had a bathroom, since Ryan’s bladder was constantly being pushed.
No one was aloud to enter his room without a knock even if he wasn’t there. However the door was opened, without his permission.
“Where the fuck are you!?” Angela bursted out. She had let Alison go home without even going to the mall. Yes, her emotions got the best of her. Angela didn’t care about anything, she was on fire! Her facial expressions! Ryan got out of his walk in closet. He was surprised that Angela had used those words. I’m guessing he still saw his daughter as a child.
“I’m here darling.” He stook his head out of the closet. Angela wasn’t playing anymore, she was dead serious about everything!
“Dad! Where, um... where are you going?” She asked nervous for the answer. Maybe Alison made the whole thing up.
“I have a business meeting.” He said pointing to the contracts on the bed. Something just made Angela burst. Maybe it was barf that was words instead of liquid.
“LIAR!” She yelled at him. She slammed her purse on the ground. Teeth crunched, eyeballs out she bit her gums and walked over to him. She was walking like a true model expect with a knife behind her back.
“What? How dare-“
“Don’t you play dumb with me!!! You goddamn fucker are going out with Alison!” She spit on him. His hand slapped her across the face.
“Get out of here. I’m not apologizing for being happy again! Go to your house with that man you call fiancé.” Ryan didn’t have time to here any of this bullshit.
“Is that how you’re going to talk to me?” She was in total disbelief.
“Yes, sweetheart. Just leave.” And that’s what she did.
Chapter Two