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."“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I replied curtly, cutting the call. The intercom buzzed again.“What?” I barked, picking up the call.“Either you fucking tell me the new code of your office, or I can screw the system and disable it. You choose!” Mark’s angry voice resonated.“Mark,” I said with clenched teeth. I was too irritated 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 was infuriated, ready to give me a piece of his mind.“What?” I snapped, bracing myself.“What? You’re asking me what?” h

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 and made my way down the stairs. It was the weekend, and I would squeeze in a quiet lap at the swimming pool before diving into some work. After that, the amusement park, spend 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?” I asked, slightly breathless. Liam sported a black top and beige shorts, complete with black shoes and a hat. Amy wore a tight, sleeveless tank top paired with yellow shorts that showcased her long legs. She wore no makeup, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. White shoes and a bag strapped to her waist comp

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 persisted despite the recent cold weather.Amy popped into my mind, her blonde hair and warm smile as bright as the dahlias. I felt myself smile at the thought of her. Realizing, 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 that day.With a towel on, I went to charge my phone and noticed the brochures I had studied. The glossy pamphlet for Oak Hills Assisted Living Center, with its wide verandas and lush gardens, seemed like the perfect c

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