Chapter 9
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Ryan’s eyes blazed with frustration as he stood in Serena’s living room, staring at her defiant stance.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Who was that man, Serena?” he demanded, his voice sharp.
Serena tilted her head, an eyebrow arching. “What are you talking about?” she asked coolly.
Ryan clenched his fists.
“Don’t act clueless. I saw you a few minutes ago—at the restaurant. You were laughing with some guy. Who was he?”
Instead of responding, Serena’s lips curled into a sly smile.
“And why does it matter, Ryan?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.
“It matters because—” he started, but Serena cut him off.
“Because what?” She chuckled and took a step closer to him. “Because you’re jealous?”
“I’m not jealous!” Ryan snapped, his voice rising.
“Really?” Serena teased, her smile growing wider. “Because it sure sounds like jealousy to me.”
Ryan opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get another word out, Serena closed the distance between them and slammed her lips onto his.
The kiss caught him off guard.
He froze for a moment, stunned by her boldness.
But then her hands slid up his chest, and he found himself responding.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the tension between them ignited into something else entirely.
“Serena,” he murmured against her lips, but she silenced him with another kiss, her fingers tugging at his shirt.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, landing haphazardly on the floor as they stumbled through the living room.
Ryan’s jacket hit the arm of the couch, Serena’s blouse fell by the coffee table, and by the time they reached her bedroom, neither of them was thinking about anything other than each other.
Ryan’s eyes lingered all over Serena’s naked body.
She had the most amazing body he had ever seen and he wondered why he was just noticing all of this now rather than earlier.
To his amazement, Serena went on her knees in front of him and took his huge c**k into her mouth— She sucked the cap like a kid given a lollipop and then proceeded down to his balls.
She suckled and licked every part of it as Ryan growled, thrusting his waist forward.
At the next second, she shoved him down on the couch in her bedroom— sat on his c**k and began riding him. Ready to take him to cloud nine and more—
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.
Ryan stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, his gaze landing on Serena.
She was seated at her dresser, her back to him as she applied makeup with practiced precision.
Her hair fell in soft waves down her back, and the silk robe she wore clung to her curves.
Ryan sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist.
“You were a beast in bed last night, Serena,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep.
Serena chuckled but didn’t turn to look at him.
“Were you expecting anything less?” she asked, her tone light.
“You’re… different,” Ryan admitted, studying her. “You’re not the Serena I used to know.”
This time, Serena glanced at him through the mirror, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You don’t expect me to stay the same, do you?” she asked, a teasing edge to her voice.
“Life changes, Ryan. People change.”
Ryan leaned back against the headboard, his expression thoughtful.
“You’ve really changed,” he murmured, almost to himself.
Serena didn’t respond.
She turned back to her makeup, her movements deliberate and calm.
Ryan cleared his throat, deciding to bring up the question that had been eating at him since last night.
“About that guy—”
Before he could finish, Serena stood up and turned to face him.
Her robe fell open slightly, revealing a hint of her long legs.
The sight made Ryan pause, his words catching in his throat.
Serena smirked, clearly aware of the effect she had on him.
She walked toward him slowly, her bare feet silent against the marble floor.
When she reached the bed, she leaned down, her face inches from his.
“Ryan,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “you have no right to question anything I do.”
Ryan frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”
Serena’s lips curved into a smile as she straightened, her hands resting on her hips.
“You’re here to enjoy the benefits of being with me. That’s all. Don’t overstep your boundaries.”
Her words hit him like a slap.
Ryan stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what she’d just said. “Are you serious right now?” he finally asked.
Serena tilted her head, her expression calm. “Dead serious.”
“You can’t just—”
“I can,” she interrupted smoothly. “And I will.”
Ryan’s frustration boiled over.
“You’re unbelievable, Serena. You think you can just push me around and say whatever you want?”
Serena smirked, clearly unfazed by his anger.
“Ryan,” she said sweetly, leaning closer again, “you’re the one who showed up at my house uninvited. Don’t forget that.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re still here,” Serena shot back, her tone light but pointed.
Ryan opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say anything, Serena stepped back.
“It’s time for you to leave,” she said, her voice firm.
“What?” Ryan blinked, caught off guard.
“You heard me perfectly well, Ryan Winters!” Serena said, turning and walking toward the bathroom. “We’re done here. Silently make your way out.”
“Serena, wait—”
She ignored him, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind her.
Ryan sat on the bed for a moment, staring at the closed door in disbelief.
Then, with a frustrated growl, he got up and started getting dressed.
By the time he was done, his mind was racing.
Serena’s words echoed in his ears, and the image of her smug smile was burned into his brain.
As he slammed the door behind him, one thought consumed him.
‘This was definitely a different version of the Serena he once knew!’
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