Chapter 37 Perverted bastard!

—------Ryder’s pov—-----

I'm lying here, trying to get comfortable on this damn couch, but it's impossible. She can afford a huge house with countless rooms, yet she can't seem to buy a decent-sized couch.

I shifted for the hundredth time, my legs hanging off the edge, and groaned. How the hell is she able to sleep so peacefully upstairs while I’m down here struggling?

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, the stiffness in my back making me wince. Stomping up the stairs, I knocked on her bedroom door.

No response.

Maybe she’s asleep. Of course, she is—probably sprawled out on that giant, comfortable bed, while I’m down here practically folded in half. The thought made me groan in frustration.

I knocked again, harder this time. Still no response. Screw it.