*Ryder’s POV
“We are home baby. Wake up.” I tried waking up by tapping her. I always hated to wake her up. Ha got it.
I lean closer to her and the moment her sweet citrus scent gets to me I get hard, I peck her lips to which she whines and turns away. I bring her face closer to me by holding her face in both my hands and close my lips with hers. She responds by kissing me back. I smirk and pull away. She whimpers and tries to bring my lips back to hers by pulling my face both with hers but I pull away to which she pouts and opens her eyes to glare at me. So cute.
“Now someone is awake. Are you sure Amanda should be with us while opening the lap?” I ask for the last time trying to shoot my luck. But as always the shot went and hit elsewhere. Whats harm in trying anyways.
“Your answer is right on our home’s steps. Now stop whinning like a baby. Be a good host and welcome our guest in. Trust me you already have enough nicknames we don’t need to add bad host to it.” I don’t trust Amanda at all. I don’t know what Kat is doing even when I told her what makes me doubt them. She better have some backup plan or else she is going to be in a deep-deep hole and wont be able to get back up.
Deciding to change the subject I decided to divert my mind from the devil to my baby. “What are the other nicknames?” I asks wrapping my arms around her waist after she got off the car. Mark drives the car away to the garage while I decide to have some time with my love before she goes ruining it with her “bestie”. God that devil made me hate that word.
She turned around in my arms to face and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You do know what they are ‘Mr-pretending-to-be-cold-hearted-for-being-famous’.” She giggles. God how I missed that voice.
“Hey… I did it to get to the top. Not for news ‘Miss-I-am-to-funny-make-a-rumour-about-my-boyfriend-with-his-employee’.” I retorted.
“Wasn’t that funny? Well, many loved it and congratulated me on finding the truth behind your temper.” She chuckles to which I shake my head.
“Guys its cold outside. Stop playing around and open the door and let me in.” The bitch whines interrupting my time with my baby. I despise that woman so much. If she hurts my girl she is going to see my real temper.
“Okay time to teach you how to greet your guest and be a good host.” She says walking to our home skipping.
Our home. God that feels good, I have tried burying myself in work to escape from the loneliness I felt when I walked in. Its great how a person can change everything in your life.
She was the biggest missing puzzle for the transition of my house to my home. I regret being away from her and making both of our lives miserable though I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. It was important to protect her by growing powerful. But I am not going to let the history repeat, I won’t be away from her. Ever.
If she can change me and bring me back, if she can make Raven speak about her life without even spending more than a week considering how Raven hated her I am sure she must have something in her mind as to let Amanda near the laptop. I mean getting Raven to talk wasn’t easy, I know it cause I tried to talk after realising she is the girl who came to our house. Eventhough I told her she stayed in my house and I know her she wouldn’t say a word to what happened after she was in jail not that I had put much effort in knowing her life I felt it was pointless but hearing her say it to Kat made me realise I should have put in much effort so that I could have referred her a therapist. Though I don’t think I was that kind-hearted to help a person I may or may not have helped her to forget.
I looked at my beautiful baby with her betraying friend laughing and giggling showing her our house which was not appreciated by that fake friend. From her face it was clear how she would rather choose getting to laptop over house-tour. What the hell is Kat thinking doing a house-tour to her “friend”?
I try to calm down my breathing to stop myself from dragging that woman out of our home. She is Damien’s daughter. She has a reason to it. Or does she?
“Kat how about you can do a house tour after opening the laptop. I mean am sure Uncle Damien wanted us to open it as soon as we got it.” Amanda says stopping Kat.
“What’s so hurry?” Kat laughs. She freaking laughs. “I am hungry and it is late. Let’s order our favourite pizza and head to bed and we can look at the laptop tomorrow. Anyways it will take more than one day to open it. It is broken.”
What. The. Fucking. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. This. Girl. Inviting the devil for sleepover? Calling her devil is a shame to the real devil.
“Sure.” Both I and Amanda groan.
I should take Kat to therapist instead.
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“What are you doing?” I ask as we return to our rooms after eating.
“I am now putting the bed to sleep. Why? Don’t you want to sleep?” She says oblivious to the intention behind my question.
“That’s not what I meant and you know that but is playing dumb or maybe has turned dumb.”
“Okay next time never call a girl dumb its not good.”
I raise my eyebrow and glare at her.
“She is not going to do anything. Relax. She is at our home. What can she do?”
“This the perfect place to do everything. The lap is here.”
“Ry you got to trust me if you don’t trust others. She won’t do any harm. I trust her. I knew her from my childhood. We more or less grew up together.”
“It doesn’t take much time to change your personality Kat. You should know that by now.” I say and regret it instantly seeing her wince.
“I am sorry I didn’t mean to-.” I try to apologize.
“We both know you meant every word. Its fine not to trust her but you got to trust me. I am sleepy and I going to sleep after washing my face.” She says and turns to walk to the bathroom attached to our room.
I lay down on bed and pull the covers over me. I should have watched my mouth. Seeing her face filled with sadness made me feel as if someone stabbed my heart and twisted it.
I only hope my sweet, kind, courageous, brave baby won’t be hurt from that devil and feel worse than what I felt. Though I know my hope is just useless. Her being hurt is inevitable.
Little did I know I will be the one to actually make her feel worse wishing she was better dead than experience the rollercoaster named life.