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?”

fake to

little. Ryan really seemed like

missing a mother’s love

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 down, they’re terrified of anyone

his hair. “Don’t overthink it. Just

of affection in his eyes. “With you,

let out a gentle laugh. “You’re not fragile at all. You’re already a real man who stands

grinned like he’d just been rewarded. “Then I’ll get even stronger. I’ll

were pure music to my ears–I could listen

I can be strong on my own,” I said, shaking my

hand, and pressed a soft kiss to my fingers. “I know. You’ve always

that about you.”

coffee pot down, à strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. The next thing I knew, I was in Ryan’s lap, and he pressed me back against

hair, loose and unbound, tumbled over his

over us as I held my breath, staring up

like I was a piece of art, his

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