All Chapters of Belong with them: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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,” he said cautiously, knowing I was in no mood for any shit right now.“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I replied curtly, cutting the call. The intercom buzzed again, further fueling my frustration. “What?” I barked, picking up the call.“Either you fucking tell me the new code of your office, or I can fuck the system and disable it. You choose!” Mark’s angry voice resonated through the phone.“Mark,” I said with clenched teeth. I was too overwhelmed to hear any of his shit right now.“Ryan!” he snapped. “Open the door. Now!”I huffed and unlocked the door, and it swung open with a beep. Mark barged in, his expression clearly angry. He marched in front of my desk and took a seat, his gaze piercing. No smiles or jokes meant he w

RyanI cracked my neck and walked to the bathroom. The past three days without my usual exercise routine had left my body a bit stiff. My body was a creature of habit, and once it adopted a routine, it required no external motivation. Like my internal clock, which never needed an alarm — my eyes popped open exactly at 6 a.m.Completing my morning routine, I threw on my basketball shorts and a tank top, and made my way down the stairs. It was the weekend, and I contemplated squeezing in a quiet lap at the swimming pool before diving into some work. Later be with Liam and Amy at the amusement park, spending 1-2 hours there before returning home for a relaxed dinner or something.As I finalized my plans in my head, I reached the foot of the stairs and nearly yelped at the sight of Amy and Liam standing there.“What are you two up to?” I asked, slightly breathless. A sense of mischief hung in the air as they stood together with those cute expressions on their faces.Cute? My brain caught o

RyanThe dahlias were a refreshing sight after working in the garden all morning. Their soft blush pink petals seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight. I was satisfied as I clipped off a finished bloom, thinking of how the flowers had persevered despite the recent cold snap.Amy popped into my mind, her blonde hair and warm smile as bright as the dahlias. I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought of her. Clearing my throat, I pushed the image aside and gathered my tools to head inside.After scrubbing the dirt from my hands and arms, I hurried upstairs to shower and change. As the hot spray soaked into my sore muscles, my thoughts drifted back to Amy. It had been a week since the harrowing trip to the hospital. I recalled her ashen face and the deep worry lines that framed her mouth as the doctors described her mother’s condition.I walked to the bedroom with a towel around my lower body to plug my phone into the charger, the brochures I had reviewed yesterday after my extensive resea

RyanMy body came alive as I felt her skin on mine. It’s like a live wire sparkling and dancing. Fuck! Thoughts in my mind were a chaotic swirl, making it impossible to make sense of anything.The thumping music and kaleidoscope lights of Vengeance faded away as we departed from the club, leaving me with a singular focus—Amy on my shoulder, her soft form pressed against me, her tempting ass close to my face, and the rhythmic drumming of her fists on my back.“Put me down,” Amy demanded, her body squirming in my grasp.I tightened my grip on her hip as I held her in the fireman’s carry. “Stop moving before I pinch this sexy ass.” My threat emerged through gritted teeth.“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, squirming once more and delivering punches to my back that felt like a fucking massage on my back.My mind popped up, an image of her massaging me sitting on my back of course both of us are naked. My already hardened cock responded with a twitch.“Put me down, Ryan, or I swear.....”Her

RyanWith my eyes half-closed and my mind still clouded with sleep, I reached for my incessantly ringing phone on the nightstand. The sudden glare of the screen made me groan in annoyance.“What now?” I grumbled, answering the call.“Did I just wake up the great under-the-wire asshole who made me rise at seven in the morning for a meeting he didn’t bother showing up to?” Mark’s voice came through, laced with sarcasm.“Fuck, was that today?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to muster some alertness. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“A few minutes? It is already 11 am, dude. Are you okay?” Mark said.“What?” I exclaimed, the fog of sleep lifting abruptly. “Damn it. I overslept.”“Are you still the punctual Mr. I-am-never-late, or did aliens swap you out for a newer model?” Mark started chuckling while I got up, trying not to be annoyed at his stupid voice first thing in the morning.“Cut the crap,” I retorted, ending the call and ignoring his amusement.Running my hand through my