บททั้งหมดของ Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ZerahI froze in place, my heart skipping a beat. I could tell he did as well. Shock wracked me as I processed the sight of him.His tall frame filled the space, hand was raised halfway to the door, like he was about to knock.I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath catching in my throat.When did he come back? What was he doing here, at my doorstep? What did he want? A million questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn't form any words.It felt like a dangerous case of Deja Vu. Only last night, this situation happened, him drunk and me, angry. He'd once sworn to never touch my bedroom doorstep after that one drunken night six years ago, yet now he'd come to it not once but twice.Unlike last night however, there was no rancid stench of alcohol. No half lidded, unstable frame. His eyes were clear.He wasn't drunk and didn't seem to have touched a lock of alcohol. Good. The confirmation made my gaze roam even further. His shirt was wrinkled, a far cry from the pristine lo

Zerah I followed behind Alex, my eyes scanning the hallway as he led me out back. He didn’t say a word at first, just kept walking. We passed a heavy looking steel door, and he pushed it open with ease. I stepped in right after him, and the scent of liquor and old wood hit me. The place looked like a giant drink vault, shelves stacked high with every type of alcohol I could think of. Everything sat in place. He bent down and pushed a few crates aside. The space behind them was tight, and for a second I wondered if he was leading me into some trap. But then another door came into view. Smaller and very well hidden. Why would they hide it? He gave me a quick glance over his shoulder. “Come on.” I did and as we walked, he started talking, just casually like we were old friends or something. “You know,when he first came in here, Mr. Davidson.” He clarified, “He was a real ass.” "Really?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with a small scoff, “Like every other rich guy who thinks money ma

RykerI hadn’t even registered what Robinson had said last before he left yesterday. I was drowning in my thoughts as I brought myself here, to this company.“Press charges?” I muttered under my breath, at this point, I was pacing around. My hands were already sweaty, and I wasn’t even doing anything. I stopped right in front of one of my desks and stared at the giant screen across the room, the one on the wall.SparkForge.There it was, big bold letters, still shining and standing strong. But for how long? I sighed, my chest rising and falling in slow frustration. This company was all I had left of my family, of my mother and father, of my grandfather. It was my pride. My legacy. And now , all of it was dangling on the edge because of me. Because I lost my cool and decided to confront that smug idiot in public?I had not one, but two companies on the line.I swallowed hard, feeling a hard knot that scraped my throat. My jaw clenched as I looked back up at the screen. My fists were

ZerahI was supposed to be here for ice cream. That was the plan, just a small treat to get me over the edge. Something sweet to distract me from the madness that had been our lives.But of course, their machine was broken…again. "When was it not broken?" I joked as I sipped my cup of coffee, coffee wasn't exactly the plan but things didn't exactly go the way I wanted it to.I had come to this place with Micah and Ryan once. I really didn't know what to expect.“They should just take the sign down at this point.” Nathan chuckled into his cup.I laughed too, forgetting for a second how heavy my chest had felt all morning, but I laughed with a mouthful of coffee, and a little bit dripped from the corner of my lips.Heat rushed to my cheeks. I reached for a napkin, embarrassed, but before I could grab one, Nathan leaned over and gently wiped it off with a towel.I froze at his gesture, forcing back the urge to recoil.It wasn’t just a gesture. It was the way he did it, so soft, so care

RykerI stared at Nathan for a long second, water dripping from my face, my palms pressed against the edge of the sink. I grabbed the towel, wiped myself down, and finally muttered again, “I came here to visit my Aunt and Uncle. You were the one that barged into this room.”He scoffed. It was a bitter laugh that followed right after. “You know what I’m talking about. After what you've done.” he spat.“Honestly, I don't. At this point, you could be referring to a million things. You’ll have to be specific,” I said, drying my hands.Nathan stepped further into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I could already tell this conversation wasn't going to be good, for both of us.As he leaned in, I braced myself for what he was going to do or say next. Perhaps punch me or threaten me again. It could be either or both.He did neither though, eyes narrowing.“Why do you want to make a public apology?” he asked.Surprise twinged in me. So he'd heard.I let out a small breath before I