Taking one last look around the luxurious bedroom that was now my home, I headed downstairs to the man who had completely upended my life.
I walked into the dining area to find Kayde already seated at the head of the long table. He stood when I entered and pulled out the chair to his right with a smooth, commanding motion.
I sat down, and the food smelled incredible—perfectly seared steak with creamy garlic mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus. We ate in relative silence at first, and the meal was genuinely delicious. Kayde was an excellent cook.
After the main course, he brought out dessert for me—chocolate caramel with vanilla ice cream, while he poured himself a glass of something dark and strong.
Then his expression shifted; the relaxed, almost domestic man from dinner gave way to
