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AmyThe way Ryan walked toward us made me doubt Victor's claim of friendship. I felt a wave of relief when I saw him. Victor had been giving me unsettling vibes since the moment he dramatically appeared in front of me. Something about the way he smiled was giving me the heebie-jeebies."Victor," Ryan said, his jaw tensed as he reached us. The moment his eyes found mine, his face relaxed just a bit, and he gave me a small smile. He walked towards me and pulled me towards him like he was protecting me. Not subtle at all. Okay then. Definitely not friends.Victor smirked, swirling his glass like he was enjoying all this. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it, Crawford?"Ryan gave him a tight smile, which he gives when he's not interested in the conversation, and it was visible on his face. "The last time we met was the Langadas conference in San Francisco. Three years ago. When my company won the Godhan contract"Victor's eyes narrowed, something simmering in them, but he covered it with a
Ryan"Everything in place?" I asked."Yes, Mr. Crawford. All confirmed," my security head replied, curt and tight."Good." I hung up.Sighing, I leaned against the handrail at the end of the stairs. My mind was working through all the shitstorm from the last few days.Amy was ambushed by a few idiot reporters outside the grocery store. Silas got her out fast, but that did not matter. She carried it home with her and tried to hide it. She always tried to hide things she did not want to burden me with. But I could practically taste her nervousness.She tossed and turned half the night before finally telling me what they had shouted at her.Maybe I am really not good enough for you.She had said it so quietly, her eyes wet, like she was sure. And something in me had gone very still and very certain all at once. I couldn't stop cursing myself for not protecting her enough from this world.I spent the rest of that night proving her wrong. Thoroughly. By the end of it, she had forgotten eve
AmyThe silk of Ryan's tie bit into my wrists. My arms trembled from the strain, but the tightness of it only made me more sensitive everywhere else. Cool air brushed against my exposed thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat of Ryan's body pinning me to the mattress.I tried to move my hands toward him again."No," Ryan whispered against my ear. "Hands above your head, baby."His voice was a low vibration that sent a shudder straight down my spine. He did not just touch me. He mapped me, like I was something he was learning by heart. His fingers moved with unhurried precision, grazing my ribs, swirling around my waist, coaxing sounds from my throat that I had no control over."Ryan," I moaned.His middle finger traced a slow, agonizing path from the peak of my nipple down the valley of my stomach, lingering at the edge of my pelvis, teasing without giving, tracing my heat.My hands jerked instinctively against the tie. He caught my hip in a sharp pinch, and I buckled, my back arching cl
RyanThe moment Amy and I walked through the door, all I saw was Liam. He was standing just near the door, still in his school clothes, eyes red and puffy, waiting. Like he was too worried about us not coming back to move away from the door.Something in my chest cracked open.Amy let go of my hand and crossed the room, running to him in three steps. She sank to her knees and pulled him into her arms. He grasped her so hard that she actually stumbled back a step. I caught her shoulder without thinking."It's okay, baby," she whispered in his ear, rocking him. "I'm here. We are right here." He was still crying. Small, quiet sobs that were somehow worse than loud ones. I turned to Jim. He saw my face and took a visible step back, gulping."You are fired," I said, my voice rising. "Caine will handle the formalities. You do not come back to this house, you do not show your face to me, or I swear to God—" I stopped, jaw clenched, because Liam was right behind me sobbing and I was barely
Amy"Amyyyyy!"I caught Liam with both arms as he came sprinting toward me, the biggest grin stretched across his face. I scooped him up and held him close, breathing him in. He smelled like crayons and sunshine and something faintly of the school cafeteria, and my heart did what it always did when he hugged me back. It simply melted."Hey, baby," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.He squirmed with excitement and shook a paper in my face. "See! I got an A-plus and a gold star on my test! Yay!"I took the paper from him and looked at it properly, the way he deserved, because my boy had worked hard for that star, and he knew I would notice. "Good job," I said, ruffling his hair. "I am so proud of you, baby."He immediately patted his hair back into place with great seriousness. "Ms. Perry said I only got it because I have been a good boy!"I laughed and held my hand up. He slapped it with full enthusiasm. A great high-five.The usual school pickup chaos was all around us in full
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
Ryan"Yeah, I will be there in ten minutes," I ended the call. The final meeting for our new project was scheduled for today, and I needed to check on the preparations.I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and glanced around my room, making sure the coast was clear. Ever since the incident with
AmyI sighed as I plopped down on my bed after returning to my small apartment from the interview. I found the experience to be somewhat strange. Nannying was never part of my career plan, but when Mara approached me about it a week ago, I couldn’t help but feel perplexed. I probed her for more info
RyanI reviewed Amy’s resume again. It was quite impressive. She had a degree in child development, and, as she said, she had also minored in child psychology. The confidence in her voice and the way she answered were both excellent. I may have pushed a few buttons for my child's future, and maybe f
Amy I sat nervously in the plush waiting room of RC Enterprises, feeling the anxiety bearing down on me. My hands were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop fumbling with the files in my lap. The interviews hadn’t even started yet, and I was already sweating like a pig. I glanced around at the grandeur of th







