"Hi, we have a mess up with our rooms and I need it figured out now."

I'm standing in front of the reception desk, trying to figure out why they gave me the key to Ryan's room and all my suitcases were there.

"Well.. as I can see..", the young man starts looking through the computer, tapping on the screen and pressing keys on the keyboard.

"We only had those 2 available rooms left, and seeing as you're his daughter, my manger told me to place you both in the same room."

I just start laughing. We don't even look alike what the fuck. Obviously this is a joke.

"I'm not his daughter."

His eyebrow raises and he gives me a questionable look.

"Look, I don't know what he told you," I reach my hand out across the desk and rest it on his arm, I lean in and whisper, " but there's no way I can share a room with the guy who's suppose to be my guardian but also wants to fuck me."

The guys eyes go wide and then he looks behind me.

"What? Too shy for the truth?" I question, my eyebrow arched at his reaction.

"No, he's just a gentlemen and wouldn't disrespect the richest man in his hotel right now."

I turn around and come face to face with Ryan. I roll my eyes and put a hand on my hip, " I guess I'm the only one willing to disrespect you then."

I give the guy behind the desk a stern look and then turn on my heels and exit the hotel. I see Tyler standing next to the cab so I walk over to him and get into the middle seat of the cab. Tyler follows in after me, and Ryan sits on my other side.

The last word spoken between any of us was when Ryan gave the name of the restaurant we were eating at.

As we drove off, I looked out the window from the side Tyler was on and admired the lights in the dark night.

My hand was rested on Tyler's thigh and my weight made there be extra pressure, I knew he was trying to tense up so he didn't get hard. But I could see his eyes were fixated on my breast in this low cut dress.

"Wow what a beautiful city," I finally let out and break the silence. They both only nodded their heads at me.

I lean back into my seat and stare forward for the rest of the ride. But my hand remained on Tyler's thigh, too close to his apparent hard on.

The cab comes to a stop when we arrive at the restaurant.

Wow, this is such a nice place. The lights glisten in the night.

We were greeted by the host and then taken to a table towards the back of the restaurant; the lighting was dim but bright enough to see the menus not just the surrounding tables.

Tyler pulls out a chair for me, suggesting I sit next to him. So i slip into the chair and he pushes the chair in for me. Ryan sits across from me.

"Hello, my name is Charlie and I will be your waiter for the night,"

He begins handing us the menus and when he gets to me he says, " and if you need anything at all, let me know."

I roll my eyes and kinda scoff at him. What is wrong with the men around me right now.

"Thanks." I whisper to him.

"Anything to get you started for the night?"

"I'll just have a glass of wine."

Ryan looks up from his menu, " she'll have water."

"Actually, you know what, just bring me a bottle of your best white wine please." I smirk, looking directly at Ryan the entire time.

The waiter hesitates, but he soon nods and starts writing down whatever Ryan and Tyler order for drinks.

Looking through the menu, there's not much that looks great to me. I guess I'm just not that hungry.

"So, I heard there was a mix up with your guys rooms?"

I look over to Tyler scratching his neck awkwardly. I raise an eyebrow.

"Did you have something to do with it?"

"What?! No of course not. Why would I want to put a girl I want to f—, no I didn't." He cuts himself off, and I choke on literal air.

Ryan slams his menu down, " can we please just shut the fuck up about fucking her."

My eyes go wide and my mouth gapes open.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean for you to think that I—" Charlie is frozen in his tracks, holding my wine bottle in one hand and the other hand holding a tray with their drinks.

Tyler grabs the bottle of wine and puts it in front of me, "Here, you're going to need that. He's in a mood."

I instantly grab my wine glass and fill it a little bit more than I should have. I gulp down the wine and moan at how smooth and sweet it is.

Ryan rolls his eyes and hands our menus over to the waiter.

"For you miss?"

"I'll just have your Dutch salad," I reply and start pouring more wine into my glass.

"You're drunk."

"Nooo- I'm not-t-t," I somehow managed to get out while pouring myself the last bit of my 2nd bottle I ordered.

So let me break down what happened within the last hour of sitting and waiting for our food, before it came.

Ha that's what she said.

Anyways, Ryan has caused three different arguments with our waiter Charlie, Tyler has yelled in Ryan's face as he just sat there smirking.

While I?

I have been pouring glasses full of wine as I watched all this going on in boredom. I've ate maybe four bites of my salad and my appetite is gone.

"Can we go to the club?"

"No Ami."

"Butttt Ryannnn you're not the boss of me."

"Amerie. I said no."

"Fine."

Ryan and Tyler have been discussing business back and forth, I've been ignoring their chit chat. All I can stay focused on is the way Ryan rubs his chin—

"Ahem ahem.." Ryan clears his throat and is now staring back at me with a raised eyebrow. He casually glances down but continues the conversation with Tyler.

Im trying to figure out what he was trying to tell me but all I can pay attention to is the way his lips gape open and all I want to do is kiss him, or the way he rubs that chin gives me way too many bad thoughts of how weak he can make me. Could you imagine what this mans mouth cou-

I feel his hand begin rubbing my foot and up my calf.
I- I didn't realize I had taken my heel off and had somehow inched my leg halfway up his and into his lap.

I guess my body really is pulling me towards him.

I can't stop myself from biting my lip, and he sees that from the corner of his eye. He never breaks conversation as he moves his hand further up my leg, and I feel just that one finger reach out for my sweet spot.

"Tyler will you go to the club with me?" I completely ignore Ryan's protest to me clubbing, practically jumping out of my seat and grabbing Tyler's hand; I force him through the restaurant and out the door with me.

I can't believe I just let Ryan get to me. That son of a bitch can't control my life and my body now!

"Jeez Amerie, you're going to get me in trouble with my dad."

"And? Aren't you always anyways?"

"Yes, but you're a different kind of trouble babe."

"And what if I am trouble?! Are you just going to avoid me at all costs?! Or are you going to grow the fuck up and not let your dad control my life?!"

Before I could even blink, Tyler pulled my face to his and kissed me hard.

My eyes couldn't close by how surprised I was by his action.

Ryan.

Ryan is standing at the doorway of the restaurant, just starring at the moment in front of him.

I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see the emotions flashing across his face. And the instant my eyes closed, Tyler pulled away.

"Let's go."

Tyler took my hand and guided me into a car we had waiting for us.

I couldn't stop from looking back over my shoulder at Ryan as I got into the car.

I felt a pinch in my heart.

"This is going to be one hell of a night."

My thoughts were distracted as the car took off and I nodded my head at Tyler.

Tyler took us to this nightclub called Club Mystique, I believe.

It was Salsa night.

I think that's all I have to say about that.

"TYLER! Dance with me!" I shout as I run to the dance floor after getting through the door.