LOGINHi everyone, I know I am a little late for an update but festival season had me tied up. I stayed up two nights to complete it. And let me tell you I am so satisfied with the long chapter. I hope you like it too. But tell me how infuriating Ryan behaves sometimes! Don't you want to smack him? What do you think will happen next? Let me know in the comment section. Kindly vote, share, and comment if you like the story. Lots of Love❤️
RyanI sighed and dropped into my chair, giving myself exactly one minute to breathe.Mark has been at the London office for a few days handling an audit, and as much as I would never say this out loud, it is harder to manage everything alone than I let on. I did send him a text saying Project Apex was going well, though. To which that idiot replied that he missed me too. I did not respond to that.Caine knocked and stepped in, breaking my train of thought. "Mr. Crawford, you have a twelve o'clock with the Almani project investors, followed by a one o'clock with the Project Apex team for the latest update." He cleared his throat. "Also, Ms. Chen called to remind you about the rainforest fundraiser gala on Saturday."I looked at him. "You know I don't attend those things. That's Mark's department."I stood and rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the tension that had taken up permanent residence there. I had been running on almost no sleep since the Apex deadline started closing in. Amy g
Amy The smile stretching across my lips had nothing on the Joker. I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The last few days had been nothing short of a miracle. The moment Ryan confessed his feelings, I realized I had been hiding mine all along. But no more hiding. Just us, embracing each other and our little family. It all feels too soon, too rushed, but also like it was always meant to be. We were meant to be. Since that day, everything has been better, brighter, and let's just say... more sexy. Every day with Ryan and Liam was beautiful, and I wanted them to stay that way for the rest of my life. "Amyyyyy," Liam whined, eyeing the glass of lactose-free smoothie I was holding, tilting his head. "Why aren't you listening to me? I called you sooooo many times. And why are you smiling like that?" "Aww, I am so sorry, honey," I replied, kissing the top of his head and handing him his smoothie. "Here you go. Now, what do we say?" He took a big gulp and said, "Thank you, Amy." I chuckl
Ryan With a frustrated huff, I grew more irritated as their stalling tactics became obvious. “Fuck this, just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts. “Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.” “Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror. The scoundrel smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark. “Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped. “Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “So beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...” “Drive us home, or rest assured, I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. And Caleb, do
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I smiled.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since your owie hurts, maybe we should cancel?”“W
Ryan Sinking into the plush leather chair of my home office, frustration and concern swirled in my mind like a storm. Caleb’s impulsive act gnawed at my thoughts. Fuck, what reckless demon had possessed him? And how would Amy react to his stupid move? All I wanted to do was talk to Amy and show her... A firm knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie. As I glanced up, there stood Amy, her demeanor tentative, lips caught between her teeth. “Hmm.. Mr. Crawford...” she began, but I cut her off. “Let me stop you there, Amy,” I said, rising from my chair and stuffing my hands into my pockets. “I’m sorry for what Caleb did. He had no right to pull that stunt. I’ll talk to him about it.” Amy’s eyes widened fractionally, but she remained silent, her expression inscrutable. Pressing on, I continued, my voice heavy with remorse. “And as for the competition, you needn’t feel obligated to participate. I’ll speak with Ms. Perry and sort things out with Liam. I apologize for the chaos Cale
Amy“Hello,” I said as I picked up Ryan’s call. I was confused because he rarely contacted me directly from work.“Hello, Amy,” His deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly composed myself.“Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you?” I responded, my tone professional despite the slight flutter in my chest. Our recent encounter at the gazebo lingered in my mind.He mumbled something barely audible. “Hmm.. I am sorry I did not get that. Can you repeat it, please?”“Nothing,” he sighed. “Can you do something for me?”“Hmm... Alright, but I have to pick up Liam in an hour. Can it wait until then?” I asked, multitasking as I organized Liam’s lesson plan for the week. Liam’s insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge always kept me on my toes.“Jim will handle Liam’s pickup. Go to my home office and wait for me.” He insisted, his tone tinged with urgency. I could hear a faint rustle of movement on his end.“What?” I blurted out, surprised by his sudden request.He let out a
Ryan I cracked my neck and headed to the bathroom. Three days without my usual exercise had left me stiff. My body thrived on routine, needing no motivation, much like my internal clock that woke me at exactly 6 a.m. Completing my morning routine, I threw on my basketball shorts and a tank top an
Amy“So clumsy,” Mr. Crawford whispered, sending shivers through my almost limp body in his arms. His hands on my waist tightened, grounding me back to reality.I straightened up, my cheeks hot, and cleared my throat, creating a necessary distance between us. My heart galloped in my chest, and I fel
Ryan“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, shutting the laptop with more force than needed. My anger flared up, aggravated by the untimely server update on my laptop.The intercom buzzed, and Caine’s voice came through cautiously, “Sir, Mr. Donovan wants to see you."“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I
Ryan“Great idea,” I replied, inspecting the latest developments in the alpha test of the project. “The turnaround time has reduced further. Good.”I handed Paula her device, ensuring all the changes she had made were saved. Paula was one of the best program analysts and ethical hackers I had ever c







