Part of him felt embarrassed.
Part of him felt ashamed.
Part of him felt excited.
And the other part of him just didn't fucking care.
Ryan sat in his car in the parking lot. He didn't know why he was still sitting here, feeling the soft leather of his seats while the air conditioning was still blasting on his face.
He felt like an idiot. He couldn't believe that he, Ryan Rodney Reynolds, was sitting in his six figure car, in the parking lot of a strip club. But this wasn't any strip club. This, was the elite of all strip clubs in the state of New York. Because not only was it a strip club, but it also serviced as the top Escort lounge in the whole state as well.
Ryan sat in his car and stared up at the neon sign. SILK was sprawled across it in cursive pink lettering. That's all it said, no cheesy outlines of girlish figures, no pictures of panties, and definitely no crazy animalistic comparisons or added verbiage to make it sound fancy. Because those who came to a place like this, already knew they were getting their moneys worth.
Ryan was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a door burst open from the side of the club. A flurry of high pitched laughter could be heard across the parking lot as four of the club's exotic dancers came out for their fifteen minute smoke break.
He eyed them over then looked away. He wasn't here for them. Because this club also offered an assortment. Men and women preformed here. And no one dared judge anyone who walked in as to who they came to see. Everyone knew that anyone who walked through those doors could, not only afford a few lap dances and private strip teases from the best cut of the stock, but also if enough money was laid out could even pay for one of the fine rooms they had available. And those rooms were for Escorting purposes only.
Ryan shifted in his seat as he listened to the radio softly. It was still light outside as it was the middle of June. Which also meant that his divorce from Blake had finalized a little over a year ago.
He rested his head back against the head rest as he recalled the events that surrounded said event. It was out of the blue. He had just gotten back from wrapping up on the set of his latest movie. The circumstances surrounding home were, unnatural. Something was off. However, Blake gave no indication that anything was wrong. The kids were fine, however Ryan had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
A few months passed with nothing out of the ordinary. Blake was off on set for a few months while Ryan had the kids and the house to himself. Everything was great until his wife came back. He could tell she had something to tell him. He had made dinner for her the night when she arrived home and as they sat and ate, that's when she dropped the bomb.
Blake had set down her wine glass and cleared her throat. She shifted in her seat and leaned forward slightly. "Ryan..." Her voice was soft, nervous almost. "I, um..." She took in another breath as she looked down at her plate, then back up at her husband. "I just, I don't think this is going to work anymore."
Ryan was staring at her as he held his knife and fork in his hands trying to avoid choking on the piece of steak he had just put into his mouth. He held it in his mouth while the juice soaked over his tongue just staring at his wife. He took a breath in through his nose as he watched Blake sit there, her eyes darting around the dining room, and he chewed his food and swallowed it.
Setting down his utensils, he picked up his wine glass and took a large gulp from it. He set it down forcefully and he saw Blake jump slightly from the noise. "Excuse me?"
Blake's eyes focused on him from across the table. She didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to speak and found it to be quite dry. She forced the word out anyhow. "Uhm, we can't..."
Blake swallowed thickly. "Um, I, I can't-" Her voice was soft and barely audible in the large room.
"Speak up honey, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Ryan's voice boomed across the table as he carefully annunciated those last four words to get his point across.
Blake jumped. This wasn't going how she thought it would. "I can't-"
"Can't what, exactly?" Ryan interrupted her again, his temper flaring.
Blake sat in her chair, nervous to say anything else. But she already started, there was no sense on walking away now. She gathered up what courage she had and spoke. "I can't do this with you anymore. We can't be together anymore. I want a divorce."
Ryan gathered his napkin from his lap, balled it up in his hands, and threw it on the table. He sat back in his chair and rested his elbows on the arm rests while folding his hands in his lap. He leaned his head back as he let the words sink in. He focused his eyes on her as she squirmed in her seat, eyes still averting his.
He couldn't decide if he should say something or just watch her squirm nervously. Finally, he began to laugh lowly. Well, that got her attention real quick. "So, two kids weren't enough for you?"
Her face twisted as she looked shocked that he would even bring the kids up as a reason in the conversation. She then frowned as she spoke. "This isn't about the kids-"
"Then what?!" He yelled back at her cutting her sentence off. "Huh? What is it then? What, is it the money? Because the last time I checked, I'm pretty sure we have enough of that. Or is it the house? You sick and tired of this? Or, is it me? My body just isn't doing it for you anymore?" He roared as he sat forward in his chair.
Blake's mouth opened and closed as he spoke. She knew he was pissed, and what she now had to tell him was really going to send him into orbit.
Ryan sat at the other end of the table with his gaze boring into her. He slammed him fist down onto the glass table creating a rattling sound from the dishes that sat on it.
Blake jumped as she pushed her lips together and closed her eyes. A few stray tears fell from her eyes as she sat there. When she opened her eyes back up again she saw Ryan still in the same position as before. She didn't want to tell him, and now, she had fully realized just how badly she had fucked up.
Ryan couldn't take it anymore. He grit his teeth as he let the words slip past them. "You tell me right Goddamn now what the FUCK is going on! I'm not pla-"
"I'm pregnant!" Black blurted the words out faster than she could comprehend them.
Ryan froze. She was pregnant? A spike of excitement surged through him for a second before he realized that there was no way this was possible. He quickly calculated the math in his head and that's when he came to the realization that he was right. Indeed, there was no way this kid could be his.
Blake sat there while tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry Ryan, I'm so-"
Ryan held up his hand for her to stop talking, which she did. He sat there and shook his head while silence filled the room for several minutes.
"How foolish of me to think for even one second that this child was mine."
Blake bit her lip as she set her palms on the table. "Ryan please just, let me explain-"
She was cut off again by Ryan. "Explain? Oh, you want to explain? Explain to me how there is no way in hell that child is mine? Explain to me how you fucked some guy on the set and got pregnant?"
"It wasn't like that!" Blake yelled back at him.
Ryan laughed. "Oh! Oh, it wasn't like that? So you mean to tell me that he didn't stick his cock inside of you, fuck you, and impregnate you? That's not how this happened? Where were you? The fucking Bahamas? What, do they have some magical water down there that if you drink it you end up pregnant?"
Blake frowned. "Ryan, stop! I was dru-"
He raised a finger up while he spoke. "No, actually, I think that's exactly what happened. Except it wasn't water, it was alcohol. Am I right?"
Blake swallowed again before she spoke. "Listen, everyone was drinking... We were all wasted and-"
"Who the fuck are you, Jamie Foxx? You going to blame this on the alcohol?"
Blake was starting to get upset now. "Listen! I know I shouldn't have done what I did!"
"I bet you wouldn't have even told me if you hadn't have fucked up and forgotten the condom!"
Blake opened her mouth to say something in retaliation but she was stuck. Because Ryan was right. She wasn't going to admit it, but he was right.
Ryan smirked as he pointed a finger at her from across the table. "That's what I thought." He shook his head as he stood up, the chair legs making an awful screeching sound against the tile as it slid back. He started walking his way to the open arched doorway.
"Where are you going?" Blake questioned as he got halfway along the length of the table.
Ryan stopped and glared down at his soon to be ex wife and spoke condescending towards her. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going to pack. Stuff for me and stuff for my kids and I'm taking them with me to Canada. I'm going to give you three weeks tops to get your shit and get out of my house. And I want you gone before we get back."
Blake's mouth fell open. "What!"
"You heard me."
Blake stood up as Ryan started to walk again. however, he stopped when she stood. "First of all, those are OUR kids and you can't just take them! And second, I'm not going anywhere! This is OUR house, you can't just kick me out!"
Ryan held up his left hand and proceeded to speak. He held up one finger, "One. I'm not 'taking' the kids, we are going on a vacation." He held up a second finger, "Two. This actually is MY house. It doesn't have your name on it so yes, I do have the right to ask you to leave." He then held up a third finger, the one which held his wedding ring. "And three. It's also called a prenup, which we signed. So, you have three weeks to get the fuck out of my house."
And with that, Ryan continued to walk towards her. He stopped when he got in front of her and removed his wedding ring and held it up in front of her face. "Three weeks." And with that, he dropped the ring in her wine glass and proceeded to walk out of the room.