Ryan’s POV

Ryan Terrell knew comfort.

Having been born into money, he was used to it.

He wore the most expensive clothes, made from the finest quality threads, garments that would not even dare chafe against his skin.

Even his bed sheets, blankets and everything else were top of the line.

His cars were made for both comfort and speed. From the sleek designs on all of them. To the warm feel of the leather seats, to the air conditioning, as well as a million other little gadgets that were there to make sure that there was never a moment of discomfort whether Ryan was driving or if he was a passenger.

When he flew somewhere, he was either using one of his private jets, or he was going first class.

For him, those were the only two options that he would entertain. Just the mere thought of taking anything of a lower standard was enough to make him shudder. It was comfort all the way or nothing else.

When he visited some of the most exclusive places on earth, Ryan did not even have to snap his fingers to have his every whim catered to. Be it an island, a restaurant, or a hotel, no matter the place his comfort always took priority.

That was all that Ryan knew, and therefore he demanded it no matter where he was. But now Ryan was realizing that he did not actually know what comfort was.

It was now occurring to him that what he had always assumed to be comfort was not that, but it was simply luxury.

Something that those with money like himself, could acquire without any effort at all.

All of the luxurious things that he had always taken to mean comfort, paled in comparison to what he got from Vivian.

For all of those things that he had and was used to, did not have the heart, nor the soul that Vivian exuded with ease.

***

When Vivian gave him comfort, something deep within Ryan hummed in pleasure, and she gave it so easily. Doing so like it was not a precious thing, no money required to get it at all.

From the smiles that she gave him, to the gentle look in her eyes that he would sometimes catch her throwing his way. Then there was the softness of her boobs as he lay his head on them. Not forgetting the way that the warm walls of her pussy held him just right when they had sex.

That was Vivian’s comfort, but it did not begin and end with just her body.

There were other things as well about her that had begun to give Ryan a sense of comfort that he’d never had before.

Her scent, which always reminded Ryan of a weird combination of flowers and crayons was comforting. Then there was Vivian’s apartment.

Having woken up in her bed, Ryan had allowed himself a moment to indulge in the softness of sheets made so, not because of their quality, but by frequent washing and use.

When he had dug his toes into her carpet, he had also felt a sense of comfort emanating from the material. Even the very walls of her place had that effect, the soft paint colors and the self-made drawings that she hung there enhancing it.

All of it just gave Ryan a sense of peace.

Even while in her shower, using her shampoo and toweling off with one of her towels, Ryan felt comforted in a way that he was not used to.

By the time that he got dressed and made to leave, the feeling amplified when he saw the little gift that Vivian had left for him.

***

’Hey there handsome, sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to you properly. But you looked so peaceful I did not wish to wake you. The pancakes are all yours, there’s juice in the fridge if you want some. x’

His finger tracing the little X that she had ended the note with, Ryan could not help but smile.

Going over to the fridge he took out the juice and went to take a seat at Vivian’s little wooden table. After drizzling honey over the pancakes instead of syrup.

The billionaire began to eat, pausing around the first bite, his eyes falling shut.

Oh, this was comforting.

Ryan knew he was abusing the term, but it was the most accurate word that he could find to describe what he was feeling. It had been so long since someone had cooked for him because they wanted to, instead of because he was paying them.

Digging into the meal with gusto, Ryan could not help but smile around each bite. Being accustomed to luxury, he was used to meals that tasted spectacular. But something about Vivian’s simple pancakes blew all of those expensive meals out of the water.

For the first time in years, Ryan was having a meal made for him, simply because someone cared whether or not he’d had breakfast and that made it taste even better.

After finishing off his food, Ryan took the plate to the sink and washed it. Going back to the little table, he sat down, drumming his fingers over the wood. With his breakfast done, there was nothing keeping him in Vivian’s apartment, but Ryan found himself reluctant to leave.

Pausing the tap-tap-tap of his fingers, he looked around and an idea suddenly came to him.

Did he dare though?

***

As it turned out, Ryan very much dared.

What he knew of Vivian’s apartment was mostly the areas that almost everyone could see when walking into the place since it was not that big, but Ryan found himself curious.

Usually, he never cared much about the women he slept with. Never wanting to know what made them tick, but Vivian made him curious, so Ryan used the opportunity that he had to snoop around her apartment.

With any luck, he would be able to find what it was about her that made it so easy for the woman to get under his skin.

He hoped that if he did find it, he would stop being so hopelessly enthralled by her.