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.”

I always felt

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

speaker, and pressed it to my ear. “Alright, I’ll grab

meet.” I was so mortified my toes were literally curling. ‘God, this is

was going to bring this up, I’d have

made sure I’d actually ended the

stood up, ready to

“Putting the call on speaker are you trying

wanted to wrap

up and closed the distance between

I wanted to bolt, but my feet were stuck to the floor. He towered over me, then leaned

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not the moral type. Don’t test

trembling, stammering, “Alright, got it.

seething, his deep, dark eyes boring into me like he might devour me whole. I couldn’t help but feel a

terrified he’d snap and pin me to the couch, so I quickly blurted out, “Ryan’s expecting me for lunch.

at me, his

second. I hurried over, flung open

I got back to my car, it hit me–I’d

up the tab was

standards, people can’t help but respect you

mind, I hopped out of the car and dashed back to the café to

me a small fortune. The staff claimed it was Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, the exclusive batch from the top 18

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