Mission Love - Chasing Mr. Right ✓

Twenty - Five

Recap: Ryan asked to move in with him.

Morning sunlight streamed through my apartment window, casting an accusatory glare over the chaos of boxes scattered across my living room. They weren’t there because I was moving in with him—heaven forbid—but were the aftermath of my rage-cleaning session. Somehow, scrubbing countertops and tossing out old magazines had felt like the only way to keep myself occupied.

I took a sip of my now lukewarm coffee, grimacing as the bitter liquid scraped against my mood. Part of me—maybe the foolish, optimistic part—hoped Ryan had woken up, realized how insane his grand plan was, and decided to apologize. But the more rational part of me knew better.

The buzz of my phone yanked me out of my thoughts. His name lit up the screen, and I stared at it, debating whether I could get away with tossing it out the window.

"What now?" I snapped, as soon as I picked it up.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," came his maddeningly smooth reply. "My assistant will be there in thirty minutes with the paperwork. Be ready."

I choked on my coffee. "You can’t be serious, Ryan!"

"I told you, Aisha. This isn’t up for debate."

"And I told you that this is none of your business!" I shot back, my voice rising with each word. "Who even does this? You’re acting like some—"

"Manipulative Jerk? Control freak?" he interrupted, his voice dropping into that low, commanding tone that made my blood boil. "Call me whatever you want, but I'll resolve it."

"Resolve? You’re not resolving anything! You’re—"

A sharp knock at the door cut me off. My heart sank. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t...

But when I opened the door, there stood Ryan—tall, composed, and dressed in a sleek navy suit—instead of his assistant. His phone still pressed to his ear, and in his other hand, a folder.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, crossing my arms as I blocked his path.

"Hello to you too." Ryan lowered his phone, and gave a short scoff.

Before I could respond, he stepped inside, brushing past me like he owned the place.

"You can’t just barge in here like this!" I said, spinning around to face him.

His lips quirked into that infuriating smirk. "I’m your fiancé, remember? I have privileges."

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes so hard I practically saw my own brain. "You’re delusional."

"Maybe," he said lightly, setting the folder on my coffee table. "But this situation requires action, and I’m delivering it."

"You’re delivering insanity, is what you’re doing!" I retorted, throwing my hands up in frustration. "I am not moving in with you, Ryan. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

"Fine."

Eh?

I blinked. "Fine?"

He nodded, with a tight smile.

Hold on! That tight smile could only mean one thing—trouble.

"If you won’t move in with me," he said, loosening his tie calmly, while I patiently waited for him to finish his line.
"Then I’ll move in here."

My jaw dropped touching the floor, and for a split second I lost my ability to talk, but then I regained my consciousness.

"You what?" I shrieked out loud enough to make him stumble back.