Page 100 of She will Always be Mine

So gathering all my strength, I pull away from him while pain flashes through his face. “We should get dinner.”

I go into the kitchen while he orders pizzas for us, which he knows is my favorite. I pull out two plates from the upper cabinet, ketchup and seasoning, before bring it all to the table in front of the couch in the living room. Another thing we have in common is that we both like to watch something while eating.

While we wait for the delivery man, Riaan switches on the flat-screen TV and I make myself comfortable on the sofa. I keep my phone as far as possible, afraid Zain might text again.

If he demands another picture, I don’t know how I’ll get out of it without making Riaan suspicious.

I don’t think Zain’s aware that his brother and I are living together. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have received such a simple text. He’s going to be pissed when he learns his plan to ruin me didn’t work. That he didn’t break me like he threatened.

“Friends?” Riaan grins. When I nod, he randomly picks an episode before sitting closely beside me.

“Riaan!” I protest half-heartedly as he grabs my thighs, pulls me between his spread legs, and manhandles me until I’m sitting with my back against his hard chest.

“Shh… watch the show,” he scolds and rests his arms around my waist.

Too comfortable to resist and secretly loving our cozy position, I focus on the television. Halfway into the episode, his fingers begin playing with my hair and it feels so nice that I couldn’t help but let out a blissful sigh.

If we lived in a perfect world, this could be our lives. Waking up every morning with him and then coming home together in the evening.

It’s all I ever wished for and yet I know it can’t last forever. We’re still on borrowed time.

“I think I like your hair longer,” he murmurs while twisting the strands around his fingers.

“You sure like pulling it all the time,” I tease.

“You mean like this?” Tightening his grip, he pulls at my hair and smiles when I moan. “You certainly don’t mind it.”

“Shut up!” I grumble and he chuckles in return.

The doorbell ringing saves me from his dirty reply and I move aside so he can go get our dinner. My stomach growls when he returns with two pizza boxes in his hands. As soon as he’s close, I grab one and he shakes his head at my eagerness.

“What? I’m really hungry.”

Ignoring his amused face, I pour ketchup, oregano, and extra chili flakes on the crust before taking a bite. I don’t care what anyone says but pizza with corn and cheese is the best. Riaan sits beside me and digs into his own.

“So, I saw you moved your stuff in,” I say casually.

Another surprise I found when I went into the closet and saw his suits lined up and arranged in a color scheme on one side. I was so tempted to mess it up a bit as payback for edging me before he sneaked into the shower but I didn’t.

“I did,” he replies with a smirk.

“Are you even sure you wanna live with me? I can be quite messy,” I warn.

“It’s not news to me.”

“I’m a night owl.”

“I’ll fuck you hard each night until you pass out.”

Okay, I should’ve seen that one coming. “I hate doing laundry.”

“The building has dry cleaning and a laundry service.” His smug grin infuriates me. The man has an answer for everything. “If you wanna get rid of me, you’ll have to try harder, baby. It won’t work but it’ll be entertaining to see you try.”

He gets up to take our empty plates into the kitchen and I follow after him.

“I never agreed to moving in with you, Riaan,” I say to his back.

Slowly, he turns around and leans his hip against the counter. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

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