Page 192 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Little by little, I have decorated his place with my touch. Like the rug I’m sitting on for instance. It’s multicolored. I bought it and replaced it when he wasn’t around.

All he did was stare at it for a few seconds then moved on. Without making a fuss about it. I was waiting for him to scold me or something but he didn’t. So, yeah. He is definitely changing. Except for his working hours.

He said he’ll try coming home earlier than ten but he’s still not here.

And when I am all alone, I start overthinking like I was doing moments ago.

Lying down next to Goldie, I stare blankly at the ceiling. “I don’t like this feeling.” I touch my stomach.

Goldie drops his ball and scoots closer to me. Resting his cute little face on my chest, he watches me. “We should do something to distract ourselves.”

He mewls and I stroke his back. Then I sit up suddenly, startling him. “I have an idea.” I grin.

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I am just setting the dining table when the doorbell rings. Goldie and I look at each other. “Daddy’s home.” I grin and he lets out a bark and takes off.

Wiping my hands on the apron, I cross the living room and reach the door. I tuck a few strands that escaped my braid before opening the door.

“Hey!” I breathe.

He is standing a few feet away but I can still smell the faint hint of his cologne.

His Armani suit jacket was hanging from his forearm, while the tie is pulled loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair is slightly messy giving him a sexy look. My heart thumps in my chest.

He comes to me in one long step and captures my lips in a long warm kiss that leaves me short of breath. “Hey.” He says against my lips and then draws back.

Goldie jumps on Archer’s leg, demanding his attention. He reaches down and pets him.

Brushing his fingers across my cheek, he pulls it back. “What were you doing, baby?” He asks eying his flour covered fingers.

I step back and run to the nearest mirror and peer at my reflection.

My temple and nose are covered in flour. Shit. I rub it off my face.

Even my hello kitty oversized t-shirt is covered in it.

Archer comes into view as he stops behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my temple.

“Don’t. I’m all dirty.”

He gives me a look that says I don’t care and presses another kiss in my hair. “You’ve been busy.”

“Oh, yes!” I turn in his arms and grin at him. “I made dinner.”

“You did?” He strokes a thumb over my chin, probably to wipe the flour.

“Mm-hmm. Homemade pasta.” I tell him eagerly. Then, “Oh, I forgot you take a shower first. Lemme put it in the oven. It’ll get cold!” I move to turn but he doesn’t release me.

“Let’s eat. I’ll shower later.”

“But—” He releases me and slaps my ass.

“Feed me, woman.” He says and I bounce to the dining table where the pasta, meatballs and several other dishes are placed.

Pulling a chair, I say, “Your table, sir.”

He takes off his tie as he approaches the table, a rare smile grazing his lips. Ruffling my hair, he sits down.

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