CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Brandon's POV

"You can bring me some of that cake later," I say before rushing out of the house and into my car. As a rule, home staff who do not live with us do not come in to work on Sundays, so of course I'm driving myself.

You can bring me some of that cake? Why in God's name would I say a thing like that? I don't even like cake. The ridiculousness of it all has me laughing. I can't even deny it. This Natalie girl is starting to have a real hold on me.

When she handed me that bread and asked me to make toast, I couldn't have been more shocked. No one's ever asked me to cook anything, not even my mom! And if not for the time when I was touring the world in my early twenties, I'd probably not have an idea how to do a single thing in the kitchen.

Those years had been quite defining for me. At 23, I'd decided to tour the world before coming to take on the responsibility of CEO. I wanted to be able to move whenever I felt like it so I traveled alone. No help, no family, nothing. Just