The last forty eight have been a complete blur to Ryan. From the minute he got off that plane Thursday afternoon, his life has been turned upside down. This weekend has far been what he had planned in his mind, he the entire weekend thought up in his head already for weeks; The first day he got into town, he was gonna spend the day with Nadia at her place. They were just gonna have a day dedicated to themselves.... and of course, having a lot sex. On Friday, they were gonna go out, spend a day away from the city and the limelight. Somewhere that no one would know their whereabouts. On Saturday he already had reservations for this quiet little place just outside of the city, where they first went on a date, the first time they dated which was at least a year ago. It was gonna be a romantic dinner. Then Sunday they were going to the Chaos Awards together.
Safe to say, none of that has happened this weekend. Ever since Culture Uncut broke the story of a meeting occurring in Hollywood, California, between Ellie-Grace Summers and Ryan, his being deemed a villain, a scumbag, a cheater. He never really cared for what the media thought of him, but this time it was different, because he wasn't the only target involved in these cheap shots, it also involved his girlfriend or possible ex, Nadia Berry, and this young nineteen year old girl, Ellie-Grace, who was just starting her career. Those facts made him feel godly awful. Despite popular belief, he never put out to come off as a bad boy or a bad person general. Arguably, some things he has done in his life could be considered a bit jazzy handy, but he had no problem admitting to such occasions. He is no stranger to controversy, although he has done a good job to keep it way from his life up until now, he has always found a way to come out of it with just a scratch.
This was different. It felt as he had dug himself a hole that was too deep to get out of. It wasn't a situation where he could use his tactics of charming women and being an all-round modern day womanizer to get past this. Both girls were smart enough to know what game he loved playing, especially Nadia whom has known him longer on a personal level. And he was sure Ellie-Grace had also heard stories of his ways. He knew he had to change his approach and just be bluntly honest with it all. For the last two days, he has spent his time locked away in a hotel outside of the city, where his management team advised him it'd be best if he stayed at until the Chaos Awards. Both days which were spent trying to get any form of communication with both Nadia and Ellie-Grace, but both resulted in countless failed attempts. He has been trying everything, phone calls, text messages, e-mails. And when he wasn't trying to contact both women, he was drinking, a lot of scotch, and that ran out he would opt for red wine which was easier to take in. Any form of alcohol wasn't a good idea, not only did it naturally make his train of thought go blurry, it also was highly advised against by his vocal coach. It didn't make a difference to him.
Finally, strangely how they first started dating the first time a year ago, Twitter was where he was able to get in contact with Nadia. He hated that fact so much. He did not want to speak publicly about the matter, much less discuss it with her via it. At the end of it all, he was just a long sigh of relief that she at least accepted to see him. With how things were shaping up, with the fact that Chantal and the rest of GirlSpice basically took her hostage, he felt as though he wasn't going to see her. While his management tried their best to advise him that this wasn't a good idea for various reasons, nothing was going to stop him from going and seeing her. Ryan threw on a pair of black baggy pants and a long-sleeve plaid shirt, at least something that didn't have a scent of scotch or any other alcohol he consumed.
He had a driver pick him up around the back of the hotel he was staying at. To cause some diversion, he even hired a limo, which had no one important inside, but just for a circled around the block where Nadia's apartment complex was at so he could make his way swiftly in and out without the paparazzi's taking notice of him. Making his way to her apartment, his mind finally hit him with the fact that he had no idea what he was going to say. He gives himself a mental pep talk to calm himself down. When he finally reached her front door, he took a long breath, running a hand through his messy uncombed hair. After a few beats, he knocked a two or three times on her door. "
Nadia... it's me." Ryan says in a soft voice, taking a few steps back from the door.