The Kidnapped Bride

At the same time, Ryan's house.

He had rented a one-room apartment for himself near Johnson's mansion. Coming back into his building, he let out a tired sigh escape his lips.

The tiredness was visible in his eyes when he managed to bring the card out of his pocket when he kept it near the lock and the door was unlocked on its own.

Stepping inside, what he came across was the light of the living room already opened. 

Afterward, his eyes averted to see the bedroom door opened as well, which made him frown immediately.

'How is that possible. the lights are open.. the door is opened.. Did someone come?' He was highly doubtful but there was no sound of any person. 

Consciously, his hands traveled back to his pocket to bring his gun out of there. With his brows already shifting from their place, his lips were curved into a straight line. 

'I should rather check..' with this thought, he took a few steps to move ahead when he held a gun in his right hand and took a vase in his left one.

Taking baby steps, making no further noise, he came near the mall of the bedroom to peek inside, finding the lights still off and the blanket on the bed was already messy.

'Wait.. is someone sleeping beneath it?' He highly doubted if his antics were correct. 

As he stepped inside the bedroom, he pointed his gun in the direction of the bed with his hands on the trigger.

Switching the lights of the entire bedroom by his left hands, his jaw hardened when his eyes were omitting the cold glares. "Who is there!? Reveal yourself right now before I shoot you right here!"

"Wohoo woohoo. Ryan!" 

A girly voice entered into his eyes when the blanket was removed by the girl and what he came across was a lady wearing a nightgown and sleeping, who was now fully awake.

"Ob c'mon Ryan.. that gun..." the girl was entirely shocked when she found the gun pointed in her direction. Taking a deep breath, panic started to trace her heart when she answered "RYAN! THAT'S ME! Sandra!"

"Sa..Sandra.." Ryan mumbled her name in between his breath when his eyes told on the lady's face. 'What the hell is she doing here?' He was dumbfounded by her sudden appearance now.

Especially.. in this state and in his house..

"What the hell are you even doing in my bed!" Ryan immediately pulled out his gun behind himself and the vase on the nearby table. 

Walking close to her, he stood just in front of the girl, "Sandra, don't tell me this is.."

"... not a joke. I came to meet you and you are asking what I'm doing at your place?" Making a pout, Sandra tried to gain the sympathy out of him yet failed when Ryan showed no interest, "Who allowed you to enter my house!?"

"I was in the hotel for two days. But your calls never went. Lastly, I called that best friend of yours, who gave the keys to this apartment to me and said this is yours." Hearing this, Ryan's eyebrows twisted.

Knowing who is responsible for this mess, his hands were formed into a  fist. 'That guy! Javier, trust me, I will kill you..'

Yet he didn't let his hatred and anger surface on his face. Instead of being rude, he replied, "Why are you even in this state!? Sandra, I..I.. told you that I would be busy with the other stuff."

"I don't care about your other stuff!" Sandra answered when she removed the blanket and moved closer to Ryan. Keeping her hand around his waist, she peaked above her head, "Please baby.. you know how much I missed you?"

"Sandra.. you.." her touch, gave him irritation. 

Subconsciously, all that flashed in his mind was Amaira's face. 'What will happen if she is told that I have a woman in my house?' He had no idea but he was sure that he wasn't willing to take this risk.

Removing Sandra's hand from his body, he stared into her eyes with the seriousness that floated. "Sandra, listen to me. I'm not here for fun. I have work to do..

"So I will not even do anything to you.  I wanted to meet you. We haven't met for so many months and this is how you greet your girlfriend? Hm?" 

At the same time, Ryan can already sense the headache coming his way. His hands traveled towards his head to massage his temples. With no idea what to do at this moment, all he did was make her move towards the bed.

Following his order, she leaped on the bed with a brilliant wide smile, "So? What do you want? Let us sleep now."

"You sleep here. I have work to do.. and please! Wear something appropriate." As he said these words, Ryan walked off the room to slam the door behind his back.

His anger was reaching its peak when he realized how much he was feeling guilty, of something which he hasn't even committed. 'God.. why are you putting me in such a situation..'

A tired look appeared on his face when he brought his phone to dial Javier's number. The call went through and was picked up by the person to hear a slurry voice, "R-Ryan.. its.."

"Javier! You dare to sleep by snatching sleep?" The shrill voice of Ryan almost made Javier's ears burn. Staring at the wife beside him, Javier noted Jennifer was in deep sleep.

"Slow down.. she's beside me."

"So? Let Jennifer also hear out what you did, how can you allow Sandra to come and show up in my flat!?" Ryan's veins were almost on the verge of popping out where he found the fury almost tracing his brain.

At this point, Javier cautiously gazes at his wife to move a bit aside, to look downwards, "You actually revealed to my Jennifer about us. Do I have no other option to do the same to you?"

"She is yours, but… Sandra is fucking nothing to me and you know this…" his hands made their way towards his head to massage that frown, "What am I supposed to do with this girl?"

"Enjoy your day. Send her to the hotel tomorrow." Came a distant reply from Javier enough to make Ryan understand that this man is of totally no use.

In the end, he hung up the phone with his last saying, "Fuck you, Javier!"

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