Blossom Again

Ryan walked into his luxurious mansion, a bright smile on his face.

"Well, someone's in a good mood," a voice suddenly broke the silence, startling him. Ryan looked around and spotted Luis lounging at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Jeez, Luis! You scared me," Ryan said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Luis chuckled. "Been waiting for you all day."

"Sorry about that," Ryan replied. "I went out."

Luis raised an eyebrow. "So, who is she?" he asked with a teasing grin, noticing Ryan's unusually cheerful mood.

"What are you talking about?" Ryan tried to play it cool.

"Oh, come on," Luis said, nudging him. "You've been grinning like a fool since you walked in. Tell me is it Genevieve?

Ryan sighed. "No"

Luis's curiosity peaked. "What happened? Did you guys break up?"

Ryan smirked. "There was nothing serious to break up. We were just having fun."

Luis rolled his eyes. "Classic Ryan—the New York playboy strikes again." He took another sip of his whiskey.

Suddenly, Ryan sniffed the air. A smoky, burnt smell filled the room.

"What's that smell?" he asked, alarmed.

Luis burst out laughing. "Oh, that? Genevieve's in your kitchen."

"What?" Ryan's eyes widened. Without waiting for an explanation, he dashed to the kitchen.

There, Genevieve was in full panic mode, staring helplessly at flames rising from the stove. The pan was charred, and the food inside was completely burnt.

"What on earth is going on?" Ryan yelled as he rushed to turn off the gas.

Genevieve ran to him, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Ryan! I almost burned the house down!" she cried, coughing from the smoke.

Ryan hugged her and quickly pulled her out of the smoky kitchen. Both of them were coughing heavily as they stepped into fresh air.

"What were you thinking, Genevieve?" Ryan asked, his frustration evident.

"I wanted to cook for you, my love," she said sweetly, wiping her tears. She slipped off her sooty apron and stepped closer to him, her voice turning seductive. "I wanted to surprise you."

Ryan frowned. "You don't even know how to cook," he said bluntly.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," she replied, leaning against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she inhaled his cologne. "I've missed you so much," she murmured, planting a kiss on his neck.

Ryan's resistance wavered as Genevieve, a stunning model with legs for days and mesmerizing eyes, worked her charm. She unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, her lips trailing to his chest.

Ryan groaned softly, her touch igniting a fire of a different kind. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him, though he tried to stay grounded. Genevieve's seductive allure was her greatest weapon—and she knew exactly how to use it.

"Uuh uuh", Luis chuckled. "I'm just gonna excuse you guys", he smiled and walked out.

Genevieve smiled, knowing she had Ryan exactly where she wanted him. Slowly, she unzipped her tight mini-dress, which barely covered her curves. Ryan let out a low, husky groan as his eyes locked onto her full, round breasts. He felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, to relive the passion they once shared, but he pulled back.

"No, Genevieve. I can't do this," he said firmly.

Her eyes flashed with surprise and desire. "Why not?" she asked, her voice smoldering.

She trailed her fingers over the bulge in his pants. "Your body says you want me," she whispered seductively, brushing her hair against his chest.

Ryan's eyes reflected his turmoil. His body craved her, but his heart didn't. Confusion clouded his mind as he fought the pull of his desires. What's wrong with me? When did I become like this?

Even as Genevieve stood before him, all he could see was Emily

Ryan walked into his luxurious mansion, a bright smile on his face.

"Well, someone's in a good mood," a voice suddenly broke the silence, startling him. Ryan looked around and spotted Luis lounging at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Jeez, Luis! You scared me," Ryan said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Luis chuckled. "Been waiting for you all day."

"Sorry about that," Ryan replied. "I went out."

Luis raised an eyebrow. "So, who is she?" he asked with a teasing grin, noticing Ryan's unusually cheerful mood.

"What are you talking about?" Ryan tried to play it cool.

"Oh, come on," Luis said, nudging him. "You've been grinning like a fool since you walked in. Don't tell me it's Genevieve?"

Ryan sighed. "Yeah, it's her."

Luis's curiosity peaked. "What happened? Did you guys break up?"

Ryan smirked. "There was nothing serious to break up. We were just having fun."

Luis rolled his eyes. "Classic Ryan—the New York playboy strikes again." He took another sip of his whiskey.

Suddenly, Ryan sniffed the air. A smoky, burnt smell filled the room.

"What's that smell?" he asked, alarmed.

Luis burst out laughing. "Oh, that? Genevieve's in your kitchen."

"What?" Ryan's eyes widened. Without waiting for an explanation, he dashed to the kitchen.

There, Genevieve was in full panic mode, staring helplessly at flames rising from the stove. The pan was charred, and the food inside was completely burnt.

"What on earth is going on?" Ryan yelled as he rushed to turn off the gas.

Genevieve ran to him, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Ryan! I almost burned the house down!" she cried, coughing from the smoke.

Ryan hugged her and quickly pulled her out of the smoky kitchen. Both of them were coughing heavily as they stepped into fresh air.

"What were you thinking, Genevieve?" Ryan asked, his frustration evident.

"I wanted to cook for you, my love," she said sweetly, wiping her tears. She slipped off her sooty apron and stepped closer to him, her voice turning seductive. "I wanted to surprise you."

Ryan frowned. "You don't even know how to cook," he said bluntly.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," she replied, leaning against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she inhaled his cologne. "I've missed you so much," she murmured, planting a kiss on his neck.

Ryan's resistance wavered as Genevieve, a stunning model with legs for days and mesmerizing eyes, worked her charm. She unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, her lips trailing to his chest.

Ryan groaned softly, her touch igniting a fire of a different kind. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him, though he tried to stay grounded. Genevieve's seductive allure was her greatest weapon—and she knew exactly how to use it.

Genevieve smiled, knowing she had Ryan exactly where she wanted him. Slowly, she unzipped her tight mini-dress, which barely covered her curves. Ryan let out a low, husky groan as his eyes locked onto her full, round breasts. He felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, to relive the passion they once shared, but he pulled back.

"No, Genevieve. I can't do this," he said firmly.

Her eyes flashed with surprise and desire. "Why not?" she asked, her voice smoldering.

She trailed her fingers over the bulge in his pants. "Your body says you want me," she whispered seductively, brushing her hair against his chest.

Ryan's eyes reflected his turmoil. His body craved her, but his heart didn't. Confusion clouded his mind as he fought the pull of his desires. What's wrong with me? When did I become like this?

Even as Genevieve stood before him, all he could see was Emily, her radiant smile, her kind eyes. Her image filled his mind, clear and vivid, refusing to leave.

Genevieve noticed his hesitation and frowned. "What's the matter, Ryan? Don't you like what you see anymore?"

He took a deep breath and gathered his resolve. Gently, he pulled her dress back up. "Please, Genevieve. Just go home."

Her expression hardened with anger. She grabbed her bag and stormed out without another word.

As the door slammed shut, Ryan buried his face in his hands. "What's happening to me?" he muttered.