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Ch11 ... C

We both came back from the laboratory. She's just left the house. I'll get the results tonight, around 5 o'clock.

The nausea has stopped... Ryan shouldn't be much longer. It's the first time that I'm not in a hurry to spend a single moment with him.

He told me we'd go for a walk. So I choose to wear a casual outfit.

Jean, top and sneakers.

Usually, I take ages to get ready before seeing him, and I choose the least element of my outfit meticulously.

But right now, my brain is too taken up by my personal issues for me to worry about such things.

When he knocks on my door, I jump and my heart jumps in my chest!

(Ok, Tayla... Everything'll be fine...)

I go to let him in and of course, what I see delights me. Ryan standing there, with his usual casualness, a hand against the frame, and staring at me with a smirk on his face.

As sexy as ever!

What a playboy!

R:"Hello, you."

T:"Hello !"

I stare at him, frozen as if I were rooted to the spot, I must look like a real idiot!

R:"Don't I get a kiss?"

T:"Yes Yes!"

I lay a delicate kiss on his lips and I move away from him a little, feeling uncomfortable.

If I wanted my embarrassment to go unnoticed, it didn't work!

R:"Is everything ok?"

(Reply calmly.)

T:"Uh ... Yes, yes! Are we off?"

Right now, I just want to get out of here! Maybe I'll be able to forget about things untill I get the results!

     
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We go down to the street with my beautiful fiance and walk up to his car. Still looking brand new.

The Aston Martin still exudes a mixture of luxury and ferocity. Like its owner.

For a fleeting moment, my mind imagines the time when I'll ask him to trade his racing car for a monospace.

Because ... how to say ... a baby seat, it doesn't fit in an Aston Martin !!

I shake my head quickly trying to chase this absurd idea from my mind!

How about I stop trying to anticipate everything? Even the type of car! I don't want to choose a stroller yet?

And then, it is a little more problematic than just a car...!

Being a gentleman, Ryan opens the door for me and looks at me with a charming smile.

R:"Madam... "

My smile must look more like a smirk as I slip into the leather seat.

Ryan closes the door and goes around the car to slide into the driver's seat.

For a moment he stares at me with his two piercing eyes.

(I'm screwed, he's caught on it!)

Shit ... He's understood that something was wrong and now he's going to grill me!

You can't hide anything from him! He's the kind of person to sound you out into the very depths of your guts to get the information he wants.

R:"One day you'll have to drive it."