บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Ryan: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

KATEWhen I returned from my room with some clothes, he was reading the note that came with the flowers sent by John."What does this mean?" He stared at me, perplexed."He was just being kind..."" 'Congratulations... I miss you. I hope to see you soon,' " he read with a tone of disdain."We have nothing, Nathan, you know that.""Fine. I'll throw them in the trash for you.""No.""No?" He looked at me with wide eyes."They're mine, and they're just a gesture of kindness. I'm not ungrateful.""We're together, Collins. I don't want to see you receiving flowers from anyone.""Fine. We are, but we weren't before, so it still wasn't your concern, so leave them alone.""This is ridiculous... That guy is a jerk.""And you're pathetic with jealousy.""Let's go. I don't want to argue with you right now.""Great. Let's go, I'm exhausted."We arrived at his apartment, and I wasted n

KATE"Shit," Nathan muttered, pulling up his pants. "It must be urgent." He kissed my forehead. Taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair, he walked to the door and opened it slightly, so James couldn't see me."Yes?" Nathan said. His tone of annoyance was evident."Sorry, Mr. Ryan. I tried to call you, but...""Yeah, yeah, I think I left my phone in the office. What's the matter?""They said it's urgent, someone is waiting on the phone. Something about a fire.""Right... I'll be there in a minute." He closed the door."Fire?" I asked as soon as his eyes landed on me."I'm sorry, I have to check that out now.""Sure, it's okay."He left shortly after, leaving me alone. Damn it. I felt so selfish for not wanting him to go. I was so turned on, but whatever it was that he had to attend to must have been more important than sex. And I hated the fact that there was something more important than us, tha

KATEThe Monday started off rainy, and I mustered up considerable effort to get out of bed. After a hot shower, I looked for something to wear. I should have stopped by home to get something for work.I opened his closet in search of a shirt. Damn it, there were clothes of mine in his closet, from months ago. Not that it was a bad thing at the moment, but it made me realize that I was spending too much time at his place. It was like having a drawer for a toothbrush and socks, it was so strange.There was a lacy lingerie set that I loved with a garter belt and thigh-high stockings, folded among the other pieces. I put them on under a white shirt and a pencil skirt. Mary always said that there was nothing better than fabulous lingerie to make a woman feel powerful in any situation. She was right. I put on my pumps, a blazer, and applied light makeup.I grabbed my bag and headed to the living room, since I didn't have my car; I would have to call a taxi.

NATHANI was mentally exhausted, my only thought being that she would regret ignoring my messages and calls. Where the hell was she? She didn't come home, and James didn't find her when he went to pick her up from work.I managed to solve the problems I could in Tokyo as quickly as possible to come back, and she simply disappeared.When I arrived home, I was ready to have someone track her phone, but the security guys informed me that she was coming up. It was almost one in the morning in New York. She must be kidding with me, trying to annoy me as always.I waited for her to come up, sitting on the living room couch. We were going to have a serious talk. Even though I wanted to avoid arguments now that we had reconciled, she couldn't do this.The elevator opened, and she walked out, leaning against the walls. Was she drunk? Throwing her purse and what seemed to be a blazer on the floor, she took off her shoes and walked towards the bedroom, slight

KATESomething was wrong. He was acting strange. His hand tightened around my neck slightly before his lips touched mine."When did you cut your hair?" I asked.Had he cut it himself? Now it was almost shaved. It was even sexier than when he had the topknot, either when he put it all the way back, or when it was messy."Shhh."He opened my robe as he had said he would, sliding the fabric off my arms until it was off me.I was too excited to stop him, but also a bit tormented by what had just happened. I was accustomed to his sexually rough behavior, and I liked it. I enjoyed wild and even violent sex. But what were those things he believed he shouldn't even imagine? Did they cross my boundaries?I was too excited to think about it.I hurriedly pulled his shirt off. I wanted to touch him urgently. He moved away after I pulled it off, and leaned on one knee to remove my panties. His fingers purposely brushed against my skin, teas