I sighed in relief. Maybe I should just shut the doors next ti. I always left the doors ajar so that Little Hayden could return whenever he wanted. Now I wasn’t sure what was the better option.
Perhaps after I get over my little panic from just now, I could still leave the door open.
This place is safe. This place is safe. This place is safe.
I repeated those words to myself in a small whisper as I made my way back into the studio. Once I imrsed myself into my artist mode, I didn’t find it hard to refocus back on the painting that was right in front of .
…
**Around a week later**
Despite the deal that we made that day in the bath, Hayden didn’t seem very open to discuss more about the situation outside. From the fact that I was still stuck inside the mansion, I could surmise that things had not improved. After fretting over it for a few days, I was determined to ask Hayden about it today when he ca back ho.
"I’m so nervous, Little Hayden…" I confessed to the dog as I lifted him up onto my lap.
He must have gained weight again. I could feel it when I lifted him, and he looked bigger and rounder. He must have been snacking behind my back. I bet the maids and Auntie spoiled him like crazy when he was with them. Little Hayden looked up at
with innocent and clueless eyes. I stroked his head adoringly and the feel of his soft fur cald
down and gave
strength.
I had decided that I would keep on asking Hayden about what was going on until he replied. Although my career as an artist has sowhat started and I was starting to make money, I knew that I could do more if I could just step foot outside. Plus, I was getting lonely and bored beyond the point where the comfort of Little Hayden could heal. I wanted to see other people.
I wanted to see my friends and other people that I knew.
I sighed loudly and almost at that exact mont, Hayden walked into the living room. He’s back earlier than usual today.
"Welco back. You’re back quite early today," I greeted him with a smile.
Hopefully, he’s in a good mood.
"Yeah. I skipped out on a few etings just because I felt like it," Hayden replied absentmindedly.
He seed quite distracted, and I wondered if sothing had gone wrong today. Hayden sat down on the sofa, and I approached him before sitting down next to him. Hayden didn’t look at
and he didn’t say anything. I wanted to ask him my questions but seeing him like this made
wonder if it was the right ti for that or not. Hayden seed tired and distracted, so perhaps it wasn’t the best ti.
He could lose his temper again if I asked. What should I do?
Little Hayden rolled around on the carpet in front of us without a care. I wished that my life was as easy and simple like Little Hayden’s. I would like to roll around on the floor without a care in the world too.
"I’m not hungry. You can go ahead and eat," Hayden said after a while of silence.
"Oh…have you eaten already?" I asked.
"No…" Hayden murmured.
Hayden didn’t et my eyes as he just sat there on the sofa at my side. Silence settled in between us again and I wondered what went down at work for him today. I knew that Hayden didn’t like his job, whatever his job was exactly, but he usually wouldn’t return from work looking this depressed or drained.
"Umm…I don’t an to be nosy but…is everything alright?" I asked after summoning my courage.
"Why wouldn’t it be?" Hayden replied as his blue eyes narrowed dangerously at .
Ok…did I bruise and hurt his male ego just now?
"I didn’t an it like that…I’m just worried…for you…" I replied softly.
I held my breath and wished that Hayden would just let it slide. He clearly didn’t want to talk to
about it. However, his response just now confird for
that sothing had gone south for sure. What that was, I didn’t know…
"I’m going to take a shower. Co to my room when you’re ready," Hayden said before getting up from the sofa.
"Umm…ok…" I mumbled softly in reply.
My eyes followed his back as he walked out of my living room back into the hallway. The door closed firmly behind him, and he was gone. I sighed with a mix of relief and worry. It was a strange feeling to be relieved yet very worried at the sa ti.
I didn’t have to use much imagination to understand what he wanted
to be ready for. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve spent a night with Hayden in his bedroom where we didn’t do it. It seed that no matter how bad his day was, Hayden was still in the mood for so wild sex tonight.
After getting up, I headed for the dining table where I would be having dinner all alone this evening. Little Hayden ran up to
as if he wanted to cheer
up.
"Do you want to cheer
up, little boy? Co sit here and have dinner with ," I said as I bent down to pick him up.
Carefully, I placed him on top of the chair next to
so that he could get a view of what was on top of the dining table as well. Little Hayden was generally well-behaved, and it was his company at dinner that night that gave
renewed courage to deal with Hayden. So, what if he doesn’t tell
anything today? There’s always tomorrow…and then the day after that…and the day after that…
One day, he’ll tell . I just need to trust him and wait patiently, right?
Despite what I told myself, the food tasted tasteless on my tongue. Perhaps, just like Hayden, I wasn’t feeling hungry for dinner tonight. I bent over to the side and wrapped my arms around Little Hayden and hugged him tightly. The soft sound of his panting filled my ear as his soft fur brushed against the side of my cheek.
--To be continued…
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