Housewife Gone Wild

I always figured Nathan would live in a mansion. Once a guy made it big, he usually wanted. something flashy to show off his success.

But Nathan actually lived in an upscale neighborhood not far from his company. He’d got an apartment on the third floor.

I parked in his underground garage and took the private elevator straight up to his place. At the entrance, there was this mechanical model holding an endless ring. I had no clue what it was supposed to mean.

Nathan looked kind of nervous. His face was red.

He wasn’t as chilly as usual. When he opened the shoe cabinet, he looked a bit annoyed and mumbled, “Only my shoes in here. Uh, you can just keep yours on if you want.”

I glanced down at my high heels and said, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Nathan flipped on the living room lights. The place was almost empty, nothing but the

essentials, no extra touches anywhere. It didn’t even have that lived–in, homey vibe.

Nathan noticed my surprised look and explained, “I’m at the office most of the time, so I haven’t really decorated much.”

I got it. Guys just aren’t as detail–oriented or emotionally expressive as women, especially

when it comes to their homes.

If this were a woman’s place, there’d probably be a few pots of flowers on the balcony,

some cute, cozy furniture, and even the walls would be painted in warm colors.

It felt like I was dropping by unannounced, and everything about Nathan was laid bare in front of me. He seemed a bit flustered, but his eyes were sincere when he looked at me.

Nathan said after

I should probably head out soon,”

longer?” Nathan looked a bit disappointed. “Having a cup of coffee won’t take

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glancing at the wall to his left. There was a black–and–white cabinet with no doors, filled with rows of neatly arranged books, the only

room.

and headed to the kitchen to make the coffee. I didn’t

just picked up a

wandered past the pages, and I found myself

Jared first brought me to his place, it was a lot like Nathan’s,

remembered how I walked in and started exploring every corner, already picturing myself as the woman of

best on him.

pick out his outfits every day so he’d always look sharp when he left the

playing as a mom, a wife, and a girlfriend, switching back

when one doesn’t overstep, when

doesn’t fill in every blank in the man’s

cup of coffee on the coffee table and

reality, but since I’d been standing in the same spot for too long, my

Nathan asked, steadying me with one arm. He

book back and smiled. “These books are way too advanced for me,

holding a programming book. “Of course,