Kaden's POV.
Pixie frequented my room more than she had any other part of the house.
Each time she left I unlocked another level of self-control.
Once when her dress slipped from under her while she wiped a stain off the ground, I found the pain of having a blue ball— an erection without satisfaction.
I ordered her out, and when she left, I had a cold shower and sat in the shower thinking over my actions.
Did I do the right thing by bringing a brawl to help me become closer to the woman I loved?
Later that evening, Pixie came to serve me my meal. She had taken up that duty. The rest of the maids had no problems with it but my p***s and I did.
‘*You will stop bringing food to me in my room.” I said to her once she lowered the tray to my table.
My eyes were fixed on the report of the
