บททั้งหมดของ A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Ryan stood in the hallway of Adrien’s apartment, barefoot and wrapped in a loose hoodie that clearly wasn’t his. Adrien’s hoodie. It hung off his smaller frame, sleeves too long, and the faint scent of Adrien’s cologne clung to the fabric like a secret.Adrien walked out of the bedroom holding two mugs of coffee, one clearly overloaded with cream and sugar.“For the child,” he said teasingly, handing it to Ryan with a wink.“I hate you,” Ryan muttered, cheeks pink.“Yeah, you say that every time I bring you coffee.“And I mean it every time.But he accepted the mug with both hands, letting the warmth seep into his fingers. Adrien watched him for a second too long, then leaned in to press a kiss to his temple.“I like this,” Adrien murmured against his skin.Ryan blinked up. “What?“You. In my clothes. In my home. Drinking my overpriced coffee. Acting like you belong here.“I’m just here for the coffee,” Ryan said, sipping dramatically. “Once the cup’s empty, so am I.Adrien arched a b

“You’re going to get me fired,” Ryan muttered under his breath, cheeks burning.Ryan had been focused on typing out a report at Ella’s workspace when the glass door to the open plan office slid open, and in walked Adrien dressed in all black, sleek sunglasses pushing up his hair, holding a brown paper bag and wearing a smirk that screamed trouble.The moment Adrien’s eyes found Ryan across the room, he made a beeline for him, ignoring the curious stares of coworkers who clearly recognized he didn’t work here.“Delivery for my favorite boy,” Adrien announced, placing the bag on Ryan’s desk with dramatic flair.Ryan immediately glanced around, whispering harshly, “Adrien what are you doing? I’m at work“I know,” Adrien said, leaning down until his lips hovered near Ryan’s ear. “That’s why it’s fun.Ryan stiffened, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Ella, sitting at the other desk a few meters away, watched the scene unfold with a grin she didn’t bother to hide. Her eyes flicked

You didn’t tell me you had a whole boyfriend living here.Ryan had just finished folding the laundry, setting a fresh stack of towels by the closet when his doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone, but his heart kicked up anyway old habits. Adrien had left him a while ago and gone to the bedroom after practically smothering him with kisses and calling him “sweetheart” in every room.“Coming!” Ryan called, padding barefoot to the door and swinging it open.“Chris?” he blinked in surprise.Chris grinned, holding up a six pack of soda and a bag of chips. “Movie night, remember? Or are you ditching me now that you’ve got your… mysterious lover boy?Ryan flushed instantly. “What no! Come in.Chris stepped inside, taking a long look around. “It smells expensive in here.“It’s just lavender oil,” Ryan muttered, closing the door.They barely made it into the living room when another voice cut in casually from the hallway. “Babe, you leave your charger in the bedroom again?Ryan stiffened.C

The morning sun streamed through the blinds, catching on the soft curls of Ryan’s hair as he zipped up his overnight bag. His apartment was unusually quiet except for the low hum of his kettle. He had been up since dawn, too restless to sleep. Today wasn’t just another day it was their first trip together.Adrien, of course, made an entrance. The knock on Ryan’s door was more like a lazy tap, followed by the sound of it opening before Ryan could answer.“Hope you’re ready, sunshine,” Adrien’s voice was warm, teasing, and irritatingly smug. He leaned against the doorway, sunglasses perched in his hair, duffel bag slung over one shoulder.Ryan’s eyes flicked over him white T-shirt that clung in the right places, ripped jeans, and that smile that made Ryan feel both fond and defensive. “You could try knocking properly. Or, I don’t knowwaiting for me to answer.“Where’s the fun in that?” Adrien strolled in, immediately surveying Ryan’s packed bag. “This all you’re taking? What about your

Ryan was quiet through most of breakfast, poking at his plate as if the toast had personally offended him. The hotel’s open air restaurant was drenched in golden morning light, the sea sparkling beyond the balcony, but he couldn’t shake the image of the pretty girl from last night all champagne hair and expensive perfume laughing a little too sweetly at Adrien’s jokes.Not that Adrien had encouraged her. In fact, Ryan remembered him turning down the conversation politely and steering them away to bed. But the thought still gnawed at him.Adrien noticed. Of course he noticed.“Ryan,” Adrien said slowly, leaning forward on his elbows, “you’ve barely touched your food. Am I really that boring in the morning?”Ryan’s lips twitched. “You? Never boring. Just… thinking.Adrien studied him for a moment, then reached across the table to curl his fingers over Ryan’s hand. The touch was warm and grounding. “Thinking about that girl from last night?”Ryan’s fork clinked against the plate. “…Maybe