Vivian’s POV

Out of everything that had come to mind when she had read Ryan’s text, Vivian had not even thought of her drawing. The very secret one that she’d relied on to get herself through many nights.

How could she have been so careless?

She should have bought a safe and locked the drawing in it. Going so far as to make sure that she changed the code every day. But instead of taking those extreme and very needed steps, Vivian had just left the work of art in her drawer.

Now Ryan had found it and there was nothing she could do to take it back.

Looking into the man’s serious face, she wanted to grab a shovel and start digging. Perhaps if she dug a whole big enough, she would be able to hide in it and never come out.

But as great as that fantasy was, it did not change her reality, the reality, where there was only herself, Ryan Terrell and the drawing of his dick between them.

Why couldn’t she have hidden it better?! She wailed internally. Then she pulled herself together. Ryan finding the drawing was embarrassing, but perhaps she could still salvage the situation. Letting all of the tension flow out of her, Vivian got ready to give the performance of a lifetime.

Looking down at the picture, she furrowed her brow in confusion, scratching at her head like she was trying to figure out exactly what she was looking at.

Instead of buying the act, all that Ryan did was raise a disbelieving brow at her.

Giving up on the failed attempt at confusion, Vivian looked back down at her drawing. What exactly did Ryan expect her to say?

’This is a picture of your dick that I have been using to get myself off,’ Was that what he wanted to hear?

Did he want to know every single detail of everything that she’d done while staring at that picture? Did he want her to tell him about all of the tough times that the drawing had gotten her through?

Parting her lips, Vivian tried to say something, anything, but no sound would come and all that she could manage was a huff of air that almost sounded like a scream.

***

Unable to make herself look Ryan Terrell in the eyes and tell him that not only had she created a drawing of his dick from memory, but that she had also used said drawing to pleasure herself multiple times.

Vivian opted for a method that often worked for other people, making herself angry.

Pushing down all of the panic and embarrassment that she was feeling, she adopted an expression that she hoped showed rage.

"The last time I checked, Ryan, I did not give you permission to go through my stuff, and this drawing was not just laying around, so how did you get it?"

Her hands balled into fists, she gave him her most menacing glare.

’Please take the bait and start apologizing for invasion of privacy...Please take the bait,... please take the bait’

Nothing that he was not a telepath, Ryan did not take the bait.

In fact, he did not even seem to buy the whole angry act, his laugh was proof of that.

"Fine, I will admit I went through your stuff. I was curious, sue me, but that does not change the fact, Vivian, what is this?"

He tapped at the drawing for good measure, making sure that Vivian’s gaze stayed glued on it. Her face once again flaming, Vivian gave some serious thought to running out of her own apartment and finding someplace else to stay for the night. Surely Ryan’s curiosity could not be so strong that he would still be asking her this embarrassing question if they met up after a few days.

Looking over at him though, Vivian was not so sure.

The man was like a dog with a bone, once he got his teeth into something he liked he never let go. That was something that Vivian knew well. When they went at it the man never let her breathe for even a second.

Crossing and uncrossing her arms over her chest nervously, Vivian decided to just tell him the first thing that came to mind.

"If you must know Ryan, that is a drawing of a cup,"

***

"A cup...really?" Irritated by the disbelief in his tone, despite the lame excuse, Vivian decided to dig her heels in, and test out her acting skills again. This time focusing on trying to sell Ryan the story despite how obvious it was that he had serious doubt.

"Yes, it is a cup. I have been thinking of different designs for a cup that I want to have made, this is one of them," Ryan looked like he could not believe the words coming out of her mouth, which was fair, Vivian could not either.

" Why is it laminated?"

"It’s laminated because I happened to ruin the other sketches by accidentally pouring water on them. I did not want the same thing to befall this one,"

Huh, there, a perfectly reasonable excuse, Ryan stared at her for a bit, completely serious, and she had a brief second to think he had bought the act. Then the expression cracked and the man just started laughing, the kind of laugh that had him on his knees, clutching his sides and all that Vivian could do was stare.

When he finally got himself together, he stood up, took the drawing off the table and moved over to Vivian’s side. Taking her hand, he curled her fingers until just one was left straight. Then he made her trace the outline of the drawing. Leaving Vivian’s face feeling as though it were about to burst into flames.

"Ryan," She begged.

Taking her hand away from the drawing, Ryan brought it to his lips and kissed each digit, then he lowered it, making her cup him through his pants.

Oh, he was half-hard already.

"Did you really think I would not recognize a part of myself on sight," Vivian blushed even harder.

"If you already knew what it was, why were you toying with me, it was not funny Ryan, I do not appreciate being played with," Vivian tried to sound as annoyed as possible. But it was very difficult to do when she could feel him hardening even more in her hold.

"Don’t be mad sweet thing," He murmured, trailing kisses down her neck.

"How about you help me hold my cup instead?"