Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 491

Edward seemed to have a hunch about who was calling, his brows furrowing with annoyance.

“Go ahead and answer it,” Edward said, as if he were granting me permission.

Being the rebellious type, I not only answered the call but also put it on speakerphone.

When Edward heard Ryan’s gentle voice, his face froze, looking even more sour.

“Vic, when are you coming over? Lunch is almost ready,” Ryan said, his voice gentle with a hint of affection.

Love hung in the air, heady and intoxicating like a shot of whiskey.

I replied softly, “Yeah, I’m almost there.”

“Vic, we didn’t use any protection last night. Did you take the pill?” Ryan suddenly blurted out, dropping a bomb right in the

middle of the conversation.

My head was spinning, and I instantly glanced at Edward–his face looked even more sour, the veins on the back of his hand standing out.

For some reason, I felt so embarrassed. I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I did. You really have to be careful with these things.”

“Did you… did you not agree with what I said before?” Ryan’s voice dropped, sounding a bit helpless.

“You can’t just have kids willy–nilly,” I replied right away. “Besides, I’m not planning on having kids.”

Ryan seemed to pause for a moment before saying, with a hint of indulgence, “Alright, I’ll listen to you. We can talk about kids

later.”

over?” I always felt it was a

blockers? You know my size,” Ryan said, sounding a little bashful as he finished,

mind just short–circuited. I snatched up my phone, switched off speaker, and

was so mortified my toes were literally curling. ‘God, this is beyond embarrassing,‘ Vic

Ryan was going to bring this up, I’d have never put him on speaker. Seriously,

hanging up, I made sure I’d actually ended the call, then tossed my phone into

stood up,

turning stormy. “Putting the call on speaker are you trying to provoke

to wrap you up in a cloak

the distance between us, step by

my feet were stuck to

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ear, “I’m not the moral type. Don’t

got it. I won’t dare

like he might devour me whole. I couldn’t help but

and pin me to the couch, so I quickly blurted out, “Ryan’s expecting me

respond–he just kept staring at me, his eyes cold

dare linger another second. I hurried over,

got back to my car, it hit me–I’d left without paying

really, picking up the tab was my job as

you’ve got standards, people can’t help but respect

car and dashed back to the café

a small fortune. The staff claimed it was Jamaican Blue

They’re on my