Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 482

Chapter 482

I thought about how he still hadn’t replied to my last message, and his suit jacket was still with me. I had no way to give it back.

With Ryan coming over soon, I was just relieved I’d brought the jacket to the office. At least there wouldn’t be any slip–ups.

“So, what do you want to eat? My treat,” I said, quickly changing the subject.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed playfully. “I’m not really craving anything, but I’m just tagging along with you tonight. Wherever you take me, I’ll follow

“Oh? Is that so?” He was being so sweet and agreeable–it was honestly impossible to say no to him.

Ryan gave me those innocent, puppy–dog eyes. “Yep, you’re stuck with me now.”

I took him to a private kitchen near my office–a reservation–only spot that doesn’t do walk–ins. It’s super chill and quiet, with plenty of delicious dishes to choose from.

Ryan had clearly never been here before. I booked us a private booth by the window, and as he sat down, he smiled softly at me. “Vic, being with you just puts me completely at ease.”

I was bending over to pour him some coffee, and he just sat there with his hands propping up his face, gazing up at me.

I paused for a moment, looking at him gently. “Your standards are way too low, you know that?”

warmth from others just felt fake to me–not real at all,” Ryan said, looking all

little. Ryan really seemed like someone who’d never gotten enough love

missing a mother’s love is like a

might seem perfectly fine, but just one offhand remark or a nasty look can make you

are even more extreme–they desperately want to be noticed, but deep

hair. “Don’t overthink it. Just focus on being

his eyes. “With you, I don’t have

let out a gentle laugh. “You’re not fragile at all. You’re already

just been rewarded. “Then I’ll get

heart sped up. His sweet words were pure music to my ears–I could

have to. I can be strong on my own,” I

my hand, and pressed a soft kiss to my

that about you.”

à strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. The next thing I knew, I was in Ryan’s lap, and

loose and unbound, tumbled

spilled down over us as I held my breath, staring up at

me like I was a piece of art, his fingers playfully pinching my cheek. “Let

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