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No. It was just a joke.
Although maybe Livvy and Millie had said something? But he wasn’t sure they even knew.
Which likely meant it was just a joke.
And that should fill him relief. But, for some reason, it didn’t.
21
Maya sleepily climbed into her pajamas on Monday night. They were white with strawberries all over them. And the buttons down the top were small strawberries. She loved them. They were her comfort pajamas and they always made her feel better when she put them on.
She was tired. She’d worked Saturday, then spent the last two days with her babies or messaging Millie or Livvy while doing her best to avoid being alone too much with Matthieu. He’d spent a lot of time working on his laptop and phone.
It had been kind of awkward.
As she moved toward the bathroom, she glanced out the window.
There he was!
The street lighting was a bit hit and miss around here, but the dumbass had parked right under one of the few lights that actually worked.
Maya felt a wave of anger come over her.
Matthieu was right. This wasn’t normal. And it wasn’t healthy. How long until Ryan pushed things further? She’dthought him harmless because he just watched and never touched her.
But if this had been happening to a friend and they’d told her about it . . . she’d have told them all the things that Matthieu had said to her.
Maybe it was because she’d felt helpless to stop him. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t confront him. It was like a bully, right? If she confronted him, he’d likely back down.
Maya didn’t give anything else another thought as she strode out of the bedroom. Dougie, who’d been waiting at the door, ran after her as she headed out the front door t.
“Stay, Dougie.”
Dougie didn’t leave the property with her, but he did start to bark.
“Quiet, Dougie!” she called out as she reached Ryan’s door and glared down at him.
Was he . . . was that his hand . . . moving?
Oh. My. God.
She was going to vomit! He was out here masturbating? But why? Turning, she saw that she hadn’t closed her drapes.
Yep.
She was definitely going to vomit. Later. After she told Ryan what a pervert he was.
Opening the car door, she scowled at him. Then immediately regretted her decision. He’d obviously been so . . . involved in what he was doing that he hadn’t noticed her approach the car.
“Eww! Oh my God, Ryan! What do you think you are doing?”
“What the fuck!” he cried as he tried to desperately tuck himself back into his pants.
So gross.
“That is disgusting! What—eek!” Her words were broken off as an arm wrapped around her waist.
She was lifted into the air and turned. When she was placed on her feet, she frowned up at her assailant.
