Chapter 40

Sapphire Watterson

Ryan held out outside the portico, draped in an elaborate Armani brown suit pants and pecan-hued waistcoat which he draped over a white button-up t-shirt and a pair of fancy designer shoes. His wrist was adorned with a Rolex watch. His whole demeanor was accompanied by the woodsy and musk scent which swayed soothingly alongside the evening climate.

I was not sure if I have ever looked up close at Ryan to notice how similar he looked compared to his best friend and boss when he gazed on helplessly. Like he was doing now while sloping against the walls of fifth avenue downtown plainly looking unexpectedly descending of his poise and appearance.

All the while, I tried changing into something a bit more estimable from the knickers and tee I had worn earlier to jogger pants which would not have looked too dressy, and at the same time, host-worthy. Although, he had declined the invitation into the house. An act that did not fail to disappoint my