Becoming strangers again (Lily and Ryan)

Chapter 133

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We returned to New York two days after because Ryan wanted to make sure that I was fit enough to travel. It basically made me run a full time routine before we left for New York.

Finally arriving home, I watched the staffs roll in our suitcases into the house with the boys racing before us, clearly excited.

To think Ryan told me that they’ve been crying all these while I was gone, and the loudest one.

I chuckled which drawled Ryan’s attention to me. “Care to queue me in on joke.”

I gestured towards the boys who just raced into the house, already knowing their way around. “I’m amused at how fast they forget things and move on

He chuckled too. “It would be tragic if that was not the case.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed, “imagine Liam or one of the boys walking to you and reminding you what you did years ago.”

I laughed….like who wouldn’t? “That would indeed be scary.”

Ryan led me into the bedroom. “What do you feel like having? I’ll have the maids fix it while you

shower.”

I smiled. “Would you like to shower with me?” I asked, batting my lashes at him.

“Don’t tempt me Lily.” He muttered as he took slow predatory step towards me. “I am a man who has missed his wife.”

“His wife?” I teased, lifting my finger, “I don’t see a ring.”

Fuck this! He closed the distance and slammed his lips on mine like a starved man.

Well maybe I am the starved one because I wrapped my hand round his neck, pulling him deeper into my embrace.

Our tongue fought for dominance as we both sucked and nibbled our lips. I pulled away after a while, slightly breathless. “I think you should lock the door.” I do not trust the boys not to barge in.

Nodding, he hurried over to the door and locked it and while he was at it, I hurriedly removed my

clothes.

Ryan hurried back, lifted me into his arm and carried me into his bed.

He made me feel how I haven’t felt in a long time.

Ryan and I lay entwined in bed, the warmth of his body pressed against mine. His fingers traced

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