A Very Dominating Ryde:
Karson Price stood by the bar in the large room, filling with people. The beautiful dress she had on accented her 32c’s nicely, and her golden brown hair hung in soft curls over her shoulder. Thick eyelashes framed her electric blue eyes. She knew she was beautiful, but she preferred to think of it as nothing, just good luck. Her eyes scanned the crowd for her best friend, and hostess, Bailey, when her eyes stopped on the acutely familiar form of him.

He was Maximus Ryde, her ex. In fact, her very recent ex. He dripped arrogance and self-confidence, from his broad shoulders and muscled form to the emerald green eyes that she often found herself drowning in. He mind instantly flashed back to the trips, trips to everywhere. Italy, Paris, Rome, London, anywhere she could think of. The endless hours between the sheets, every kiss, the gifts. In fact, the dress she had on was a gift; everything she owned was a gift from him. He had let her keep it when they split, but not (as she suspected) out of the kindness of his heart, but to remind what she left.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t handsome, in fact, he was downright gorgeous, and he knew it. No, it was that he was possessive, and arrogant, and cocky. Traits that, at first, she had adored, but now resented. When they were together he constantly tried to assert his opinion in at every point, letting it be known that no one else’s mattered. She hated it.

Karson sighed, seeing that he looked as good as always, a deep expensive charcoal grey 3-piece suit, a black sanity button up underneath it, the collar undone the first three buttons. His hair, her favorite feature, was messy, covering the piercing green eyes that lay beneath. He looked good, and he obviously knew it.

She silently glowered at Bailey for inviting him, she thought Karson had been crazy to leave him, and made no secret about it. Taking a last look, she noticed him looking at her. Surprisingly his eyes were unguarded, showing an emotion she couldn’t quite place before she could visibly see the wall of arrogance slam down beneath the churning emeralds.
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The moment he stepped through the doors his eyes scanned the crowd to look for her, knowing she would be here. Max could remember exactly the way she had looked at him less then two months ago as she spat the words at him, spinning on her heel and leaving for good. But Max was smart, and he was determined not to let he go again.

Oh, he had tried to date other girls, but they were all bimboes with no thoughts of their own. Karson was intelligent, to a point of annoying sometimes, but so smart. Not only was she gorgeous, but she often seemed to forget just how beautiful she was, and he had failed to remind her every day. But no matter, he would have her again.

As his eyes locked on her, thinking she hadn’t seen him, the rush of memories flooded back to him one by one. They way she smiled, her body molding perfectly to his, the way his shirt looked on her after she got up, barely covering her perfect ass. They way her eyes had filled with cold contempt when she left, the venom in her words. Shaking his head ne noticed her looking, immediately controlling the motions and tilting his chin up slightly, letting her know he knew she had been looking.

The blonde girl, Kay, had latched onto his arm. He had only brought her along to piss off Karson, and by the look of disgust on her face, it had worked.

Effortlessly swinging the wispy girl onto the dance floor as a waltz started he kept his eyes locked on those beautiful blue pools framed with mascara, never leaving them as the girl rattled on and on about something unimportant. As he twirled the blonde about elaborately, he could see the rising color in Karson’s pretty cheeks, the anger prevalent in her eyes. He flashed her a cocky grin.
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Karson fumed. ‘How dare he bring that little Barbie doll in here and then have the audacity to grin at her while dancing?’ He was intentionally provoking her, and it was working! Downing the last of her drink she grabbed an exceptionally handsome guy, dragging him onto the floor and pressing her body into his, watching eyes go from surprise to self-pleased with himself. She fought the bile that rose and threatened to spill.

The man had no skill, but slyly glancing over at that cocky son-of-a-bitch, she could see it had the desired effect. He was brooding, his emerald green eyes churning. Karson knew he still wanted her, it was obvious, but he wasn’t getting her. He could wish and plead, but nothing was changing her mind; especially after this.

Instead of giving Maximus the pleasure of her glances, she turned her back to him, wrapping one elegant long arm around her partner’s waist, letting the other drape over his shoulders as he fumbled in an awkward square of a dance. She rolled her eyes inwardly, sighing at the obvious incompetence of the man. She tried to repress the urge to lead the dance herself, watching his confidence grow as he moved his hand lower, towards her ass.

Karson let him, seeing no harm in it and knowing it would really piss of that bastard Max. She giggled appropriately at all the right intervals, to all his corny jokes, nodding her head and making herself look interested as he blathered on about his job as an accountant.

At the sight of that pansies’ hand on his Karson’s ass, Maximus almost lost it. He almost put that little wimp in his place, under hit foot, on the ground. But refrained. Instead, he excused himself from the blonde, slowly striding towards her beautiful silhouette.

The fear in the man’s eyes was clear, and he had to have stood a full foot shorter that Max’s own 6’4”. Adam, as he later learned, dropped his hand, and backed away quickly. Max watched as Karson’s head tilted, confused, her gorgeous locks of honey brown hair falling over her shoulders in waves as she did so. He coughed, letting her know he was behind her, and watched as she turned slowly, her eyes flashing with barely suppressed anger and Max fought a laugh.

Karson pursed her lips in annoyance, crossing her arms over the plunging neckline of the dress she wore, snarling out a very clear and very angry “What do you want, Maximus?” He was taken aback by the hostility there, but recovered quickly, running a hand through his hair confidently while offering her his hand to dance.

“Just dance with me, you know that guy was a twig.”

She just glared at him, keeping her arms folded over her chest snugly, pushing the small little diamond heart pendant she always wore up to be seen by the world. Max sighed, keeping his hand out, knowing he would get what he wanted eventually. He always did.
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As she turned around, Karson already knew who she would see. He was the only person that could make a man run scared like that, could make her want to scream and sigh his name all at the same time, could make her want to kill him and kiss him. It made her head spin, so to keep the pounding of her heart down she glared and crossed her arms tightly over her chest as he held out a hand “Just dance with me, you know that guy was a twig,” his eyes flashed with something that told her he fully expected her to say yes, to just fall back into his arms. He had another thing coming to him if that was the case. In response to his outstretched hand, Karson leaned forward, her eyes faking invitation and as soon as he had leant his head down so she could speak into his ear she spoke lowly,
“You have no right to intervene in my life anymore, so stay the fuck away.” And with that, she was gone, turning on her heel to disappear in the crowd, feeling his angered and confused gaze on her as she left.