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Ryan said, leaning down to give Jeremy a sweet kiss. “Fuck, I’m going to miss this amazing mouth.” Jeremy groaned when they eventually came up for air. “More than the epic arse?” Ryan teased, drawing soft laughter from Jeremy. “I’ll miss you too.” He sighed. “We have to get decent. The others will be here soon.” The plan was for Jeremy’s three close friends, his mum, and mentor to come sit with them till midnight when they had to say bye. Gloria said she would get to the suite at eight p.m. so they’d already stayed in bed for too long as it were. “Go take a shower or something whilst I change these sheets,” Ryan said, rolling out of bed.

3 Ryan always had the worst timing. It was like his own super power. “You should come hang out,” he said, leaning against my doorframe. “Pool day. Everyone’s coming over.” I blinked at him, still half-asleep in bed. “Everyone?” “Just the guys. Maybe Sam. I don’t know. Chill vibes. I’m making burgers.” I stretched. “What time?” “Like now? Get your ass outside. It’s sunny.” He left before I could argue.

RYAN PRIVATE OFFICE ~ NIGHT Ryan Franchise stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the city below. Lights glittered like tiny stars, but none of it reached his eyes. He looked… calm. Too calm. And for Ryan, calm meant something dangerous was building. He was waiting. Waiting for Katherina to call him. Waiting for her to confirm their plan. Waiting for her to tell him she acted exactly as they agreed. At 10:03 p.m. the office door flew open.

There's more competition nowadays. - I help you. Let's do it. Yank laughs. - Damn, what time is it? Yank takes out his cell phone and checks the time. - It's lunch time. - Amanda is going to kill me – Ryan replies, running towards the training field. - pups – yank says with a laugh. When Ryan arrives at the training field, he finds an angry Amanda. - Ryan, you told me you would be here at 11.30. Do you know what time it is?

Now, he was wondering if he'd made a mistake. His phone vibrated again. "Popular guy tonight, huh?" Ian Kelly smacked Ryan in the shoulder. "Something like that," Ryan mumbled. "You going to Trinity Hall tonight?" "Nah. Baby's been keepin' the wife up. I'm goin' to watch the kids while her and my sister relax." "You're no fun anymore, man." Ryan stapled the report together and pushed to his feet. "Guess it depends on what kind of fun you're talkin' about." Ian grinned. "I'll have you know that the little ladies of the house think I'm quite fun."

"Your mom's birthday party? I... I don't know, Ryan. I don't want to intrude." Ryan waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, it's not an intrusion at all. My mom loves you, and I know she'd be thrilled if you came. Plus, it'll be fun!" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Okay, sure. I'd love to come." Ryan's face lit up with a bright smile. "Awesome! I'll pick you up at 10 am on Saturday." I smiled a bit. Maybe moving on isn't so bad. Moving on from Alex.

Would it have something to do with Lucas? Most probably. That would be my first course of action. Later in the morning… “I'll be home late today,” Ryan said as we walked into the building. “I have three meetings today until 11 at night,” “Wow, that seems tough,” He sighed. “Yeah it is,” he draped his arm around my neck. “But I know I'm coming home to you, so it's good,” I smiled widely. “Hmhm,” “Since the team's final work is today, we have a free day tomorrow. Let's go out,”

“Fαmily dαy‚ huh? Sounds importαnt. When is it?” Ryαn wαs prαcticαlly bouncing. “Tomorrow! It’s by 12pm! It’s gonnα be so cool‚ there’ll be gαmes αnd food αnd dαncing αnd we cαn even tαke pictures αnd—” “Αlright‚ αlright‚” Killiαn chuckled‚ shαking his heαd αs he rested α hαnd on Ryαn’s smαll shoulder. “Slow down‚ buddy. We’ll be there. I promise.”

Yes. She would go. . . . . . . . . . . Ryan stared at the screen of his phone as the blue tick popped up. He smirked. He tossed his phone onto the desk, leaning back in his chair. The penthouse was quiet, the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jade stood by the bar, pouring himself a drink. “You’re really doing this?” Ryan didn’t look at him. “Yes.” “She’s seventeen.” “For two more months.”

Yes. She would go. . . . . . . . . . . Ryan stared at the screen of his phone as the blue tick popped up. He smirked. He tossed his phone onto the desk, leaning back in his chair. The penthouse was quiet, the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jade stood by the bar, pouring himself a drink. “You’re really doing this?” Ryan didn’t look at him. “Yes.” “She’s seventeen.” “For two more months.”