My Bratty Wife
Chapter 117 - Hundred And Seventeen

Chapter 117: Chapter Hundred And Seventeen

As Ryan walked down the hallway, he collided with Davis, who asked him if he was alright. Davis could notice that he looked angry and sad. He tapped Davis on the back gently. "I’m fine," he said, "just slightly riled up."

"Your Grace," Davis said. "There’s an important letter that needs your immediate attention and Her Grace instructed me to bring you from the study."

Ryan was taken aback, but a smile returned to his lips. He took the letter and read it shoving it in his pocket. "Lead the way," he told Davis.

They came to the ballroom, and Ryan saw Suzy waiting for him. It was the first time he had seen her since he had come to the ball. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, with small tendrils of hair falling off. Her dress was a stunning beige color, with matching gloves and diamond earrings and necklace.

She walked over to him, her expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. "I want to go home," she said.

Ryan nodded. "I want to go home too," he replied. "Davis, ready the carriage for our departure." He ordered.

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The carriage rattled along the cobblestone path, the clip-clop of hooves and the sway of the suspension the only sounds disturbing the night air.

Inside, the dim glow of a single lantern cast long, dancing shadows across the plush velvet seats. Ryan sat across from Suzy, his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed. His deep brown eyes were fixed on her, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face.

Suzy, her stray auburn curls framing her face and some at the back touching the nape of her neck, stared out the window, her reflection barely visible in the dark glass.

She chewed on her lower lip, one of the numerous habit Ryan has grown fond of, a silent indicator of her thoughts racing faster than the horses pulling the carriage.

She had been quiet since they left the ball, her earlier jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

"Penny for your thoughts, Duchess?" Ryan asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, steady, a rumble that seemed to echo in the confined space.

Suzy hesitated before speaking. "Why did you come to the ball? Didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to come?"

Ryan sighed. "I needed to settle things with Eleanor," he replied.

Suzy remained quiet, her gaze fixed out the window. Ryan noticed her murmuring and asked, "What’s wrong again?"

Suzy turned to him, her light brown eyes meeting his gaze. "You took her to God knows where," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. "What do you need to settle that took that long, and that... perfume."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perfume, hmm? Oh and I thought it something else that had you so riled up tonight?"

Suzy rolled her eyes, but he noticed the slight flush on her cheeks. "Don’t flatter yourself, Ryan. I just don’t like the odor of that cheap perfume."

Ryan chuckled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Is that so? I actually thought I was the only one who could smell it so I wanted to get home first to take it off."

She scoffed, looking away. "No, you are not the only one," Suzy replied, her voice dismissive. But Ryan could see the flicker of pleasure in her eyes at his words.

He changed tactics, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "You know, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, if it is unbearable for you, there’s one solution."

Suzy hesitated before asking, "What?"

A smirk played on Ryan’s lips. "Take it off," he said.

He patted his lap, inviting her to sit. "Come here, Duchess," he commanded, his voice low and firm. It was a request, but they both knew it was an order. She hesitated for a moment, then as if hypnotized, stood and moved towards him, her hips swaying gently.

She stopped in front of him, her eyes never leaving his.

Ryan reached out, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until she was so close to him. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the faint scent of her perfume, something sweet and exotic that made his mouth water.

He stare at her brown eyes as his voice becoming deep " take it off duchess." He said, his voice a low growl.

Suzy returned his gaze, her eyes filled with desire. She removed his coat and dropped them to the floor.

"Do you still smell it?" Ryan asked, his voice low and seductive.

Suzy nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

" Then take everything off till you can no longer smell anything." He said, his hands still on her waist, caressing her.

She did as she was told removing his waist coat, his shirt and cravat (a band or scarf worn around the neck) leaving only his breeches (short pants covering the hips and thighs and fitting snugly at the lower edges at or just below the knee).

She could see his chest, the raw beauty of it staring at her, and she gulped. He asked her, "Can you still smell anything?"

She shook her head, her eyes fixed on him.

Ryan told her, "Thank you, You can go back to your seat."

But Suzy remained on his lap, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to touch him, to feel his warmth against her skin. She wanted him to touch her like he had the day before.

She was lost in her thoughts when Ryan’s voice broke through the haze. "Duchess," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Suzy looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. She knew she should get up, but she couldn’t move.

" Duchess, I’m hard, that lad down there is pulsating and you are not making it easy for me not to touch you." He said, his voice coming In ragged breath. "So please, stand up and go back to your seat."