The Bennetts house
Ryan mulled over his mother’s words before nodding slowly.
“Fine. You're right,” he admitted. “I wonder if we would’ve even lasted ten years if Monique had hated me from the start. She admired me. She loved me. She believed in me. I’d say jump, and she’d ask how high.” He chuckled darkly. “Those were the easiest ten years of my life… while I f****d her over—and f****d her too, quite literally and vigorously.”
A smug grin spread across his face.
“But I’m done playing the fool in love. I’m not doing that anymore.”
“It’s fine,” Mrs. Bennett replied calmly. “I’ll talk to Monique. I’ll create the environment for her to come back to you. In fact, she’ll be the one to apologize... Don’t worry.”
“I’d really like it if she got on her knees when she did,” Ryan added, eyes na
