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This is the second time I’ve woken up at Jayden’s, but it’s the first time I’ve seen his morning face.
He only has a pair of black and white striped pajama pants on, and his chest is bare.
Although he tries to sound firm, his morning face bears traces of a night’s rest with a hint of vulnerability and raw authenticity.
The subtle imperfections of his morning skin, perhaps a few creases from his pillow, reminds me of his humanity, and the faint morning stubble hints at the masculine energy about to be unleashed.
“Two cups of coffee, huh?”
Once again, his voice slams me back to reality.
“Y-your girls,” I mutter moving the glass of water closer to my mouth. “They asked me to say hi.”
“They already said that in person,” he responds, and I can see a mischievous half-smile curve his lips.
He loves the feeling of knowing that girls swim and cling to him like bees to honey.
I put down the glass and walk back to the sitting room as I begin to organize my things.
I glance at my watch.
It’s 9:34 a.m.
Seeing how he is the reason for my tardiness and he’s not ready himself, I’m not sure what Jayden’s reaction will be today.
What will it be?
I guess we’ll find out soon.
“You don't need to go home. You’re late already,” he calls from behind me.
This man must definitely be reading my mind. I could swear on that.
“Just go on and take a shower. I have a dozen clean shirts you can choose from,” he adds and settles into the couch.
I pack my bags and head to his room.
Walking into Jayden’s room feels like stepping into a realm of opulence and luxury.
It’s decorated with exquisite furnishing, silk curtains that billow in the gentle breeze, and walls adorned with priceless artwork.
The air is perfumed with the subtle fragrance of rare flowers.
As I enter the bathroom, I can’t help but admire the grandeur of it all. It’s a masterpiece in itself with marble countertops, a gleaming claw foot bathtub, and a spacious glass enclosed shower that promises indulgent relaxation.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling like an intruder in the world of extravagance.
The last time I was here, my access was limited to the sitting room. Not by Jayden, but by the act we found ourselves engaging in.
My fingers brush against the plush towels and bathrobes neatly arranged on a heated towel rack.
The floor is heated, adding to the overall sense of comfort and luxury.
After a quick shower, I wrap myself in one of the oversized bathrobes and walk back into his bedroom.
He’s already there, seated at the edge of the bed.
He gestures toward a walk-in closet adjacent to the bathroom. “The shirts are in there.”
