The troubles begin

I enjoyed myself yesterday. Jaxon and I went to his private penthouse after the storm was over that night. We got there the next morning, we decided to have fun and chill. We cooked, or he actually cooked for us and we ate.

We enjoyed the rest of the day chilling and eating junk food while watching the movies of my choice.

"You're finally up? I wanted to wake you up to tell you that we were home but I couldn't bring myself to wake you up especially when you were looking so innocent and tired in your sleep. Should I massage your body for you again today?" He asked with a sweet smile as he walked into the room on a singlet and joggers.

My insides churn as I stared at his broad chest, I looked away shyly when I saw him smirking at me.

"Done staring?" He asked with an arrogant smirk sitting prettily on his hot face, an arrogant smirk that I got addicted to over the days, the same arrogant smirk that always annoys the hell out of me that suddenly looks so cute to me. I couldn't ever get