Chapter 17

Ryan

I glare out through the window. Amelia still isn't back from milking the damn cows. Why is it taking her so long?

And why did I buy Dom Pérignon?

I slur around the champagne inside my glass for a while, annoyed beyond relief that the woman still isn't here when I prepared dinner. One could mistake me for a foolish man in love. Like an idiot, I jumped into my car earlier today, and drove to the wealthy parts of our city, and bought the most expensive steak I could find.

Amelia was so angry at me this morning, and I thought some gifts might make her hate me less.

It's sad, but when I saw Billy buy his secret date one of those Louis Vuitton bags, I got one for Amelia too, hoping it would turn her on to see one in the living flesh.

I even had some lady guide me through the makeup section and hand me all kinds of stuff I thought Amelia would appreciate. For example, lipgloss for her plump pinks, perfume, other shower articles, some fou