My whole month passed with great surprises, but honestly, most of them made my head throbbed. Dylan Claude was clearly, a domineering romantic asshole. He gave me lavish things, but I returned most of them and I locked myself in my room. Our relationship remained cordial, he kissed me every time he saw me, but mostly it was on the forehead. Well, I knew that there was nothing to complain about that.
But the thing that really pissed me off was that he kept me inside of his condo, most of the f*****g time. I haven’t seen Jill yet for quite a while, and I really missed her. Also, I was getting pretty boring being locked up in his house.
One night, when Dylan came home later than usual, with a huge cup of ice cream on brownies on his hand, I decided to ask him. I followed him on his study. I
