Semua Bab HIS SECRET WIFE: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Soft lips pressed on my cheek. A groan escaped me and I could hear myself mumbling but heavy with sleep. Another kiss was placed before Ryan moved away. My eyes shot wide open, staring up at him hazily. I barely caught his hand as he turned. “Where are you going?”were the words I uttered in panic.“I am going running with Hendrix and Sean,” he said before adding, “Want to join?”“Nope,” and I collapsed back in bed, “ what time is it?” We had stayed up so late I was sure we had only gotten three or two hours of sleep and I could feel it. “Six,” Ryan said back. “Okay,” I mumbled out, already drifting away. At the back of my head, I was counting how many more hours I could sleep without being late, two at most. I felt Ryan tuck the blanket up for me then placed another kiss before leaving. “Enjoy,” I whispered out. I was not sure if anyone could enjoy running, I definitely wouldn’t. Just as I was sure that I was drifting off, that damn morning sickness kicked in. The pills they

I set up the room so it would be warm, calming, and serene. The curtains were closed, there were candles here and there along with room diffusers. The room smelt nice, was cozy and I hoped the atmosphere was relaxing.Fina and the ladies left when we finished setting up. I took a shower and went to the kitchen to begin cooking. I did not know if Ryan would come back, I did not know if he continued with business and flew out. I was scared to even confirm with him, fearing disappointment. My head shook as I thought back to the way I just told him to take time off. Never was I that assertive in my life but with him it came out of nowhere and I kind of liked it. Would he listen? The question made me nervous. I was making a thick chicken and pumpkin soup. The croutons were and I was working on my chicken when I heard the door open. My heart went wild and suddenly my mind went blank. I stood frozen, suddenly getting a jolt of warmth.The door closed, and I heard footsteps which went straig

Ryan naturally woke up around four. I held him tighter and refused to let him go. I passed out and when I woke up at eight he was dead asleep. Twenty minutes later I also passed out again, waking up as he tried to peel himself away from me at Eleven. The weather agreed with us because it was raining. Ryan walked back to the room, stretching. “Morning,” I greeted as I also stretched on the bed. A fat smile was on my face because he had gotten more than eight hours of sleep. Ryan was not happy about it, I could see it on his face. He walked over, bent down, and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I am starting to think you are a bad influence in my life,” He said as he collapsed down on the bed and groaned. He still had the remains of sleep evident on his face. It was so cute. He was so handsome. I rolled over and lay with my head propelled on my hands. “A little bit of corruption is needed now and again,” “You can corrupt me all you want,” He said, making me laugh, then he push

“This one is about me,” Ryan said and I threw a pillow for the hundredth time. He was becoming a pro at ducking them, his laugh echoing in the room. “It’s okay little fairy, you missed me,” He said as he walked towards me. I groaned out and began running away from him. “It’s not about you!” I shouted while running away from his grabby hands. He caught me by the corner and held me hostage. “Just admit you sang it for you.” “Okay fine, it’s your song, another one.” The grin on Ryan’s face was to die for. “I love when you make songs for me,” He said in the most innocent way you could imagine, so cute I pruned and grinned so hard. He held out his hand and I placed mine on his. We had danced, laughed, and chased each other through the studio as we listened to the fourteen songs I had recorded. Ryan circled his arm around my waist and we began dancing again. A slow dance as we stared at each other’s eyes. I could just stare into those dark eyes for the rest of my life, digging throu

“What kind of parenting do you want? Are we going to be strict, be chilled and cool parents, or?” I asked later at night, having talked nearly through the night. It reminded me of the song ‘pillow talk’. Ryan fell silent, in deep thought. I ran my finger down the side of his face for the millionth time probably. “How was your childhood like?” I asked without even thinking then I shook my head, “sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” I quickly said. I knew it wasn’t a colorful one which he could just easily speak of. Ryan stayed silent for a second more before taking a deep breath, “my childhood would be someone’s horror movie. Sometimes my mind takes me back and it’s bloody.” We both sucked in a breath. “To my father I was a weapon, an asset he could use. He made sure to utilize the asset to its fullest potential. I started training very early and while I was too young to fight, I was a spotter. I stayed in the streets and watched them for him. No one suspected the homeless child who