Ryan's POV
Ryan Terrell knew comfort.
Having been born into money, he was used to it.
He wore the most expensive clothes, made from the finest quality threads, garments that would not even dare chafe against his skin.
Even his bed sheets, blankets and everything else were top of the line.
His cars were made for both comfort and speed. From the sleek designs on all of them. To the warm feel of the leather seats, to the air conditioning, as well as a million other little gadgets that were there to make sure that there was never a moment of discomfort whether Ryan was driving or if he was a passenger.
When he flew somewhere, he was either using one of his private jets, or he was going first class.
For him, those were the only two options that he would entertain. Just the mere thought of taking anything of a lower standard was enough to make him shudder. It was comfort all the way or nothing else.
