The Tabloids Got My Blues Showing- Remi Ryan's Story

*Do you ever wake up and feel like, couldn’t I just stay asleep? Why of all days did I have to wake up like this, why me? Why now? Why of out of everything that has been happening did more have to keep piling up on me.

I sat there in bed, the tears just came and rushed over me, by now dealing with my fathers death was finally settling in but then came a rush of  dealing with my board trying to out do me if I am the person they wanted in this company

After a long grueling meeting through zoom, I didn’t know what to do, could they really be serious and bringing up my past when I have fought tooth and nail to make sure this business stayed afloat when Steve passed?

Had they not seen I was fighting to breathe? They each had a past and it wasn’t fair to bring up mine. It was like they were trying to get me to just sign everything over, but that was sure not going to happen. Then going into work finding Brennon Jackson, a huge business Tycoon a portage under my step father who wanted my company, sitting smug with this grin that was wreaking me inside and out I just couldn’t deal with it. So what did I do that day but end up at a bar, sure I had a few drinks but not like my party days. More to get the tension loose inside me.

It definitely helped and went to bed that night like a baby, but now. I sat here holding my head, as my hair ran through my fingers, the tears wouldn’t stop it was more than anyone could ever process.

Whoever said life would get easier, hasn’t stepped a foot in my shoes. I am definitely in it for the long haul now whether I wanted it or not, everyone would see me, tabloids had it all.

I should have known by now with all the hits I was getting as each day passed; Life doesn’t get easy, in fact it can get hard before it gets easy. God puts us in these situations to test us and see where we can really go. But sometimes you even start to question god, like why put me through so much more when haven’t I gone through the worst of the worst already?

I have come to a realization, I am a people pleaser, so sitting here looking at about 10 different magazines, with my face on each one with each guy on them from  Brennon to a great guy named Zagan I had met along the way then there was a few others that didn't mention names but gave insight to them and Finally Mateus I slouched over as I hit the magazines with my fist crying.

 I hated confrontation even when I knew some things should be confronted so dealing with Brennon on the for front in my job to now the tabloids eating it with a sandal coming about, to each guy I was trying to get to know it hurt. I never spoke out, but somehow each guy was being tied into a mess because of me, all because of me. I typically give into what people want even though I know whatever I give into is hurting me in the end. I would rather have other happiness over my own. SO stuff personal out in the tabloids never bothered me, it was until the lies just kept piling up that it got to my core.

I hate explaining how I feel because I have that mechanism that automatically puts up a guard and walls. I don’t tend to let many in, and the few men in my life have finally been getting those guards down; it just wasn’t fair to any of them, well maybe it was for Brennon got under my skin more than I would like to let on, but even in a feud this was a dirty mess to play with and my own heart didn’t need to be messed with than it had been in the past with my ex. I was through with mind games yet here * throwing down the newspapers, it was getting even more messier.

“It wasn’t fair, I was finally letting them see the real me,” I got out of bed as I screamed to nothing in the air. When I finally do let people in I start to explain myself more and more but sometimes I feel that even if I explained myself until I am blue in the face sometimes I still feel I get let down, hurt or disappointed whether it be in myself or others. I couldn’t help but think of when it all started as I grabbed my vanity desk. It started real young trying to explain things I had been through and many just didn’t get it or believe me, not even the cops so I guess it’s just another way I cope. I start to shut down. There’s this void I start to feel and sometimes I let it consume me

People always tell me constantly I can come to them but then the what ifs come, “what if they don’t listen, what if I am just crazy, what if what if what if….They tell me to remember they are here for them but what if I am not really here for myself? Does that make sense? That I don’t trust myself not to break or not to shatter because I have been in that same situation before, no one believed me or in me. It follows you whether you like it to or not.

I always worry if I am doing the right thing not just for myself and my family but also others. I hate losing people and honestly it’s because it started when I lost my own real mom. Yea it was for the best but when you are told you were a mistake and never should have been born even making a comment I should have died? You tend to take that to heart and bring that up in how you feel in any give situation. Like am I good enough, I deserved this. I deserve all of this that is coming to me whether I do or don’t its because of the traumatic causes I have been through.

Do you ever feel that you have to please everyone to make them happy but, in the end, you are crying inside and are breaking because you don’t know how to make everyone smile when you can’t even do that. People have put me in situations where I literally am at a point of thinking maybe I was better off gone but does that even help anyone? No it wouldn’t but maybe what I should be seeing is what is best like taking a step back and realizing my worth in the end

I took a breath in, I couldn’t let them see my loss of control. Not the men, certainly not my company and I couldn’t let these men go through shit because of my status in the world. I pushed myself off the vanity dresser, wiping off a tear that made my mascara run down my cheek, by now I must have looked like a mad woman. Fierce in the glory to obtain any justice I could.  Walking over to the bed,  I picked up one of the first tabloids, taking it over to my patio as I put it down on the table; grabbing a glass from my bar parlor outside, it was as good time as any why not start a first sip to ease the pain. I poured a glass of crown royale and sat down taking the magazine in hand the first piece was on a gentleman  and I, they didnt drop a name but made it very juicy with the hints. And when I say it poured it rained with the paparazzi on taking any little thing turning it into something way more than they should have. I chuckled least the tabloids never saw my masturbation in private, they would have a field day in itself with that one; no but this was even worse, playing two pawns against me, it wasn’t fair.

The first step was to read each detail to know what I could play back to them or straighten it out not just with the world but also with the gentleman, my relationship if any could be done by now if he already got wind of everything.

The story started out okay, it painted a picture of the gentleman and myself taking a day for each other like any couple would, unfortunately playing on the fact that I had walked out of work in a frenzy to meet up with him, which was not true I didn’t even know him, he was a stranger who happened to make a girl smile from coffee to dinner, but of course the tabloids played that feature. They showed the gentleman as a victim saying I was playing on his feelings, that I was a girl out of control from my party days being brought into the equation.  Throughout the night as myself and the gentleman  enjoyed each other’s company, we had taken a few memorable photos, from laughing to a kiss on the cheek but you know tabloids, they went into my iCloud account taking things they never should have and exposed a more sexual picture, taking a head picture of me and of him somehow ungodly editing it where I was, from the picture, giving the gentleman a lap dance, making out or trying to show I was in their story, painting that I was all over the gentleman the tabloids caught people’s attention then apparently taking another picture saying the gentleman and I were getting a hotel room rather than going home.  I hit the magazine to my crossed over knees as I rolled my eyes, “are you kidding me come on,” the tabloids went on to say from a unnamed source apparently close to the two of us stated some of the juicy details of the night because either the gentleman or I must have gossiped about it.

The story began to say how I loved “every inch” of the gentleman making an emphasis on every inch, I couldn’t believe it. I never even made out with the gentleman let alone sleep with him, it wasn’t on the table because a couple can get to know one another without a sexual appeal, I mean sure we flirted, I gave him a peck in the taxi cab but for the tabloids to reach that far. I sat there as I took the cold iced glass down my neck to my breast as I laughed about it all, I mean sure a girl could dream having it with the gentleman, biting my bottom lip as I closed my eyes the glass going further as the condensation of the ice against the glass hit my bare chest thinking about him as the thoughts ran wild through my mind, imagine having it with him a girl could always dream how amazing how romantic how it all could be but that was just it, It was dreams that never should have been told to the world, even if I got the chance even if there was one now, I wouldn’t let my laundry in the air, something like that with someone should be kept between the couple,  I shook my head as I got out of the trance.

The gentleman was  still amazing, any girl on his arm would be happy and they would have a happy ending hell, you would never know how the gentleman would make a girl feel because it should be kept between them, my chance with him could be shot with this article spewing off ridiculous antics. The man is a looker and dreams could fly high with him, but for tabloids to make it come out like this wasn’t fair. I took the glass as I bit my bottom lip down to the table as I read the ending further adding at the end “is he just a one night stand Ms. Ryan, a notch in your belt, or is he the new guy in action?”

I flipped to the next article and of course with the tabloids following my every move, it had to bring up my date with Zagan . They didn’t know about the abduction and how Zagan   saved me, being the sexy heroine he was oh no, it painted another picture completely between us, and I knew about who Zagan  was he had more shit on his place than to have me in the mix, this was going to make more of a mess and for people even finding about him if they dug deeper. “Oh God!” I gasped, grabbing my chest what if they did find out about who Zagan  really was, I am sure beings like him they have their ways on hiding but, this was going to make it even worse.

I sat back taking in a deep breathe closing my eyes, this story got worse with Zagan  because as it started it showed someone knew knowledge or so said knowledge of intimacy between us both, which never happened but of course you know tabloids. I started to read it through and through like some erotic book or something, how could this piece of trash hit the news; but unfortunately, here it was,

The Article started saying, “Anyone that has seen Remi Ryan’s big booty walking the streets of Hollywood boulevard, will know she can bend that meat balloon over and giving it a good pump or three. *I spit my drink reading that as it went on, unbelievably untrue but hey they could

Its no joke playing hard ball with Remi Ryan was up there, she was a woman in the making in a man’s world.

This beauty has had dreams that can be reached to the stars – there is no stopping this business genius and sex symbol in the world’s eyes. Can one man be enough for this woman in a man’s world or will she fall short of just a player playing the field of fields where it is never ending.

Anyway, on to the good stuff… Luckily for Ms. Remi’s fans, this honey has two sex tabloids rumoring around the web, not just one! See below to find out more about the juicy details.

#EntertainmentRealTalk first announced that there was a sex scandal out featuring Remi Ryan herself, as skeptical as we are we had to check it out for ourselves. Remi has never confirmed that it's her in these pictures or the news talk, and we can't say for sure, but let me just say that it doesn’t matter. It's close enough to say that I heard about Remi Ryan (or if she has a twin) having sex with the one and only  Zagan  doing all the nasty things I could want just days after she was caught having a night with Dalton, can you say skank alert people?

The alleged gossip goes on to say, and a very close source I will have to say so myself, was reported to be caught in action at lookout point, on the top of Zagan  car no less, Now when I say she got down and dirty, this girl knows how to please a man and then some. The footage the said source states has some hot oral sex, but of course, the big booty is the star of the show. You can see those big beautiful cheeks jiggling up and down as she grinds some lucky Zagan  . It's truly breathtakingly dirty and amazing to witness. Your eyes will never be the same the viewer stated.

She looks fucking amazing in this one, fellas – her body is truly a treasure and is sexy as hell naked. That ass is as delicious as they come, better than Kim Kardashian's and Amber Rose's combined.

The said source states the juicy details, taking her lips down his shaft, ooo o ooo guys like a good shaft licking, play with them balls girls that’s how Remi goes.*

I covered my mouth, I mean sure I gave great head, least that’s what my ex would say but that again was something private, why would anyone remotely buy into this stuff, I got up as I held the articles in my hand a firm grip, it was definitely showing me in a light that not many would glorify but rather shurt down quick, and I knew my board would have a field day. That’s when the next story aired. Oh of course they had to catch Brennon in toe with this article.

I waved my hands up as I walked inside throwing the glass to the vanity dresser as I threw the newspapers to the floor. I needed a shower before I started on Brennon; “How could anyone put me in a category with him,” I said out loud, but as I went to the bathroom I looked at my features, a stunning, makeup already messed up, but stunning none the less I couldn’t help it, thinking of Brennon I mean there were a few I was looking at but Brennon he had this arrogance about him. I shook my head huffing as I held myself to the bathroom sink, my long silk night gown going up a bit as my bare thighs hit the cold sink. I never wore much in bed, it was too hot lately and even wearing what I was, was something. You could catch me bare naked most of the time at night. I loved the feel of things touching my skin. Thinking about it I looked up as I brought my hand down to my bare chest trailing down my skin to my plump breasts. I shook my head, “no you will not think of Brennon and come on Remi you could do so much better.” I shook my head going back to grab the article, snatching it from the bed. My maids already in my room cleaning it up making the bed, it was nice.

I sighed going in as I fluffed up my hair and grabbed my toothbrush, reading what the article had to say about Brennon. “Ladies and gentlemen, Remi might have met her match, Hardcore Bitch meet Hard to the core Brennon and when we say whips and chains may excite you this one has got it all, just don’t count on a red room. Maybe a few safe words may need to be in play with these two.

It has been leaked from a very close source to the two tycoons that things got heated up in a very hot board meeting you could say, When Remi wants something she gets it folks. It is said she wanted Brennon to eat her in more ways than one. She wanted him begging for her company and what’s a way to a scorn woman’s heart than a man who knows what he wants and gets it. Let’s share some of the juicy gossip now….

As she put her leg up on the chair showing her long white shaved legs, knee high black tights, and of course her very famous black lingerie hidden under a sexy suit, come on folks Remi always wears the new in, why not flaunt what you got even in the office, but does the office really need Remi’s sex capades to be involved. The business is definitely looking at who they have to run them. Anyways back to the juice

She took her knee highs to the chair wearing a high boot that zipped right to her knee, as Brennon gave his sexy smirks and Whitty replies, it is said he refused her then, so what’s a hot sexed up Remi to do you ask? Well after Brennon turned his eye, she made her way back to her office. Folks let’s just say, she may have heated things up on her own, can anyone say sex toys in the office are a must? *I couldn’t believe what I was reading, it made my skin crawl, I mean sure I loved a good masturbation fest thinking of hot men, maybe Brennon could have that go to his huge ego now even more. I brushed my teeth hard as I turned and rolled my eyes harder, as I kept reading holding the magazine in the other hand.

“The source goes on to say, she was in her office for a good 2 hours, now if you know Remi Ryan she likes to be up and walking the floor not in the office, which mind you was locked, and to see her look when she finally emerged, she must have been looking at Brennon portrait for a very long time, he’s not hard to find online. You could even hear moans from the office, did Remi Ryan have herself in the office looking over Brennon, we know this because the said source found the Brennon screen shot on Ms. Remi Ryan’s computer, Brennon you better keep an eye out on Remi Ryan and her escapades, you might want to draft up a pre-nuptial agreement prior to marriage buddy before Remi gets her hands all over you and then some, don’t be the next notch like many men before and another on the way folks, let’s talk Mateus .

“GOD!!!! Can they stop?” I screamed as I got in the shower, it only took me a few minutes as I scrubbed the hate out of my system, and there was a lot to it. As the article went on it spoke of the wine date Mateus and I had, but it was just that, Mateus  was a private man, can the kink get any more hot ladies, the article went on saying. It described a nice low candlelight dinner as Mateus spoke about travel and dinning which was all true, but then here came the fake news. “Folks you wont believe what Remi Ryan did, she got under the table in the middle of the dinner, where mind you this restaurant is not the low key kind, people were everywhere but you never know what Remi Ryan would give you, taking to her knees she unzipped Mateus  an on looker exclaims, saying you could see her feet moving, moans escaping from under the table and Mateus  taking his hand to his lips in complete mesmerizing looks. Come on girls learn what to do and not to do with Rem Ryan.

Then the article ended with “find out more in our next REAL Talk following what Remi has and who she’s doing next,” I was red flushed, that’s not at all what happened with any of these men, the board would be having a field day, would I even have a job or a life?

I sighed as I had gotten on my jogging pants and a bra, getting ready to take my morning run, I definitely needed it after this, what was I gonna do now? Would each guy lose interest in me? Would I even have a job? Would the men even care now as they did before, would they believe it was lies. Each question pondered in my mind; the last tear fell against my tennis shoes. Today, today I challenge everyone. ”

I had to call each and every one of them from Dalton, to Zagan , from the arrogant Brennon to the kind Mateus  and by now they would know I was playing the field seeing something in each one of them, but hopefully not in the way the Tabloids said, I was hurt from a prior relationship and I was hard to love, how could anyone love me even now, I sighed taking to text as I said to Siri to type up the messages, "Can we talk please, don't believe all you hear. #Sent

#TBC