Gwendolyn’s POV

A glass of blood red wine in her hand, with smooth instrumental music playing in the background, Gwendolyn could almost fool herself into believing that everything was okay, that she was not fuming internally, an ugly sneer threatening to mar her precious face.

But the truth was, Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, was beyond angry, and it was only years of practice, that prevented her features from twisting into something that was horrid to look at.

Never had she been so disrespected in her life, she was Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, heiress of the Stuart family, no one treated her like trash. Gwendolyn was used to being adored, to people bending over backwards to cater to her every whim. She was the one who tread on other people, which was only right since they were lesser beings. She was the boot that crushed annoying ants, and yet Ryan Terrell had swatted her away like she was an annoying flea that just did not know when to buzz off.

How dare he! Finishing off her wine in a single gulp, Gwendolyn stood, her stilettos clicking against the floor as she began pacing. Her mind going back to what had happened earlier that day, she gripped her wine glass tight, and snapped it. The upper end falling and shattering on the floor, leaving her holding just the stem. Were she anyone else the glass would have cut her, but she was Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth and even glass knew better than to touch her.

Holding the sharp, pointed glass in her hand, she contemplated calling in one of the maids, and stabbing the woman with it, but then she decided not to do that. As much stress relief as that would provide, she did not feel like paying somebody off for them to keep their silence.

Walking from one end of the room to the other, the broken glass still clutched in her hand, Gwendolyn tried to make sense of her situation.

***

Thanks to her digging, she knew that Ryan did not have a woman in his life.

And yet he still was not welcoming her back with open arms, instead, he was treating her as though she was carrying some unimaginable plague.

Could he really have pushed her out of his heart so easily?

Did he no longer see her and become arrested by her beauty? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

No, no ways.

Gwendolyn refused to believe that. Letting the broken glass fall to the floor, she made her way to her mirror room, disrobing even before she reached it.

By the time that she was in the room’s comforting walls, all that Gwendolyn had left to take off was her underwear and she did so easily enough.

Her body’s perfection no longer hidden by fabric, Gwendolyn went to stand in the middle of the room and spun around in a slow circle. Alternating between looking at the mirrors in the wall and staring at the ones in the ceiling.

She was absolutely faultless.

There was just no way that Ryan had looked at her and had turned her down.

He must have had a lot on his mind, that was why he had been so rude. She was far too beautiful for that man, for any man really, to turn her away.

With all of the ugliness that had been threatening to blight her beauty fading, Gwendolyn felt like she could breathe again, laying down on the floor and staring up at her naked reflection, she began to think more clearly, no longer blinded by anger.

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Running her hands over her body as she thought, Gwendolyn felt every inch of flawless skin that she could reach, and a plan crystallized in her mind.

Ryan had told her to get out, had treated her like he did not want to ever see her again, but she knew that he did not mean that. Everyone wanted to see her, she was gorgeous. But just because she knew what Ryan needed. It did not mean that he did, so she had to push him along the right path.

To do that she needed to get even closer to him. She had to show him the full view of what he was missing, without any barrier of clothing between his eyes and her beautiful body. Once he got a look at her, she was sure she could make him waver. He was a man afterall, even if they ended up having hate sex, it would be a victory for her. Proof that even when he detested her, he could not stay away.

But for there to be a chance of such a thing happening she had to get naked in front of Ryan, and she had to do it someplace private like his home.

Earlier that day, Ryan had threatened to have security kick her out, but he had not actually done it, and that was something she could use to her advantage.

All she had to do was show back up at the penthouse they would know her on sight, and because they had seen her talking to Ryan, they would most likely allow her to pass through.

Once she made it to his front door, it would be a simple matter of using his key code to let herself in, get naked and surprise him. Even if Ryan had changed the code, Gwendolyn knew him, almost as well as she knew her perfect body.

When they had been together, he had been in the habit of mixing together the numbers of his brother’s birthday and his grandfather’s birthday to make his codes.

Gwendolyn would bet good money that he still kept up the habit. Probably trying to be close to his brother or whatever nonsense. But even if it was nonsense, it was a way in for her. It would allow her to get close to Ryan again, for her to remind him how good they had been together so that he could take her back.