One Week Later
This is a bad idea.
My week was spent working alongside Cayden as he exercised his notable dominant nature not only in the office but at home as well. Once our day finished, I was surprised when he came over after dinner to work on the house. I told him not to worry, as I saw how hard he worked during the day, but no matter how exhausted he was, he came over without fail.
Since that night on the balcony, the night of our sort of kiss, he’s been a little distant, so I haven’t spoken about it. Or the fact that I have my own private surveillance. I can’t help but feel he’s making himself scarce because he needs space, so I don’t push. Instead, I enjoy his company and focus on work.
The deliverymen, who Cayden knew on a first-name basis, came with endless supplies for my hom
