Your Love Cayden <3

"Dracy! Darcy!" Cayden called out repeatedly until Darcy finally snapped out of her daze. 

The thunder had subsided, but more than anything, she realized that whatever had just happened was a mere figment of her imagination. 

Cayden had never gotten so close to her; he hadn't reclined her seat, nor had he kissed her. It was all a product of her own mind. 

The concerned look in his eyes embarrassed her to the point where she wished she could disappear. She felt like a hungry beast lunging after an innocent sheep. 

"I—I'm fine. Please, start the car. It's getting late, and I have plans," Darcy said, her tone firm as she hastily composed herself. 

Cayden complied, but his worried glances persisted. It was clear to him that Darcy did not appreciate whatever had happened. She hated the fact that she had exposed her most vulnerable side to him. 

Deciding to keep his thoughts to himself, Cayden recognized the sensitivity of the situation. 

He understood that Darcy might try to push him away with sharp words, but he resolved to create more opportunities to draw closer to her. 

He acknowledged that she was guarded due to some tragedy, so he vowed to persist until Darcy truly accepted him. 

... 

Night had fallen, and Darcy found herself consumed by thoughts of Cayden. 

Despite the embarrassment of trembling like a lost puppy in front of him earlier, her main concern wasn't that—it was the undeniable desire she felt for him. The yearning was so intense that she daydreamed with eyes wide open, picturing herself eating his lips. 

What bewildered her even more was how Cayden managed to cast away her anxiety. Amidst the ongoing thunder, she felt a baffling sense of safety in his presence—a notion she found utterly ridiculous. 

Darcy attempted to conclude the day by surrendering to sleep, hoping to escape the endless thoughts about Cayden. However, sleep remained elusive. 

With her mind still consumed by him, she decided to take her dear bike for a ride, hoping the cool night air would clear her thoughts. 

As she reached for her helmet, someone approached, holding a large bouquet of roses. "Tada," Cayden exclaimed, revealing his face behind the flowers. 

Darcy stared at him in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" she asked, stripping the situation of any additional context. Cayden pouted, his puppy-dog eyes piercing through Darcy's defenses. 

"I waited for you for a long time. I kept coming and going, but I couldn't catch a glimpse of you entering or leaving the building," Cayden explained, maintaining the adorable pout that Darcy struggled not to kiss away. 

Suddenly, he broke into a smile, his eyes sparkling. "But thank goodness, I came for one last time, and here I get to see you." 

He thrust the bouquet of roses into Darcy's hands and, without saying another word or waiting for a reaction, he swiftly ran away from the scene. 

"What the!" Darcy mumbled, eyeing the red roses with both confusion and amusement. 

A card nestled among the flowers stated, "To my love Darcy, from your love Cayden." Darcy scoffed at the audacity of his words, as if she had reciprocated his feelings already. 

Yet, her cheeks betrayed her, flushed with a warmth she had never experienced before. No one had ever been so sweet and considerate to her. She found herself wishing she could just tuck him away in her pocket for a lifetime. 

But Cayden's gestures didn't stop there. He showered her with baked goods, handmade chocolates, and even crafted artificial flowers for her. There were moments when he left sweets on the reception desk, when she refused to get out of the building. 

... 

"Sit on the back," Darcy instructed Cayden, who had brought yet another batch of cupcakes. 

She handed him a helmet, and Cayden looked at her with a perplexed expression. 

Darcy sighed, gazing at him seriously. "I want to talk. If you don't want to, I'll just go." She began to retract the helmet, but Cayden swiftly took it, wordlessly moving to sit behind her on the bike. 

"Hold tight, or it won't be my fault if you fall," Darcy warned. Cayden immediately encircled her waist with both arms, holding on tightly. In his grasp, he also clutched the box of cupcakes. 

Darcy bit her lip, suppressing a chuckle at his eager compliance. The engine roared to life, and as they rode into the night, the cool wind gave the peace of mind that Darcy needed for the conversation she was about to have. 

On the other side, Cayden was a blushing mess. Never before had he been so close to Darcy. 

His entire torso pressed against her back, he could feel the rhythm of her breath against his chest, sending a flurry of butterflies into his stomach. 

Every time she made a turn or came to a stop, their bodies collided with a gentle force, and Cayden struggled to withhold any uncomfortable sounds arising from his throat, careful not to give Darcy the wrong impression about his intentions. 

Darcy guided him to his own house, and Cayden stared at his gate in bewilderment. "Wondering how I know? This is just the start, baby boy. You'll see what you're getting yourself into," she teased, winking at him. 

His heart skipped a beat, not because she knew where he lived without him telling her, but because she called him baby, baby boy! 

As Cayden opened the door, attempting to calm his racing heart, the two soon found themselves seated at his small dining table, just perfect for two people. 

He looked at her awkwardly, and while he expected the unexpected from Darcy, he wasn't prepared for what would happen next. 

Darcy, sitting across from him, casually pulled a gun from her sock and placed it on the dining table. Cayden was flustered but not entirely surprised. 

"This is my reality, Cayden," she said matter-of-factly, and Cayden nodded his head in understanding. 

"I know. I saw a few more of those when I asked for your help with the orphanage. That day, I got the slight idea that you are not just a simple businesswoman," Cayden admitted, avoiding direct eye contact with Darcy. 

"I use this on a regular basis. This is not a toy, Cayden. I hurt people, I kill people, and I have taken the lives of ven those who did nothing wrong to me. I can even hurt you with it," Darcy warned, her tone serious. 

Cayden sighed frustratingly. Darcy always knew how to push him away. "Then do it," he challenged, looking straight into Darcy's intense green eyes. "Hurt me if you want to so much." 

Darcy was left dumbfounded by his unexpected response. "Because, I believe, with the way I keep disturbing you, you would have already used it on me if you wanted to," Cayden asserted, confidence radiating from him. 

"I'm not that great of a person, Cayden. If not with this gun, I will eventually end up hurting you in some other way," Darcy warned him once again, her concern evident. 

"You're worrying about me right now and saying you can hurt me. Don't you think that's hypocritical?" Cayden asked, his frustration turning his cheeks red. Even in that situation, he appeared adorable in Darcy's eyes. 

"I just told you, you might see me as one, but I am not that great of a person," Darcy repeated her words, and Cayden shook his head in disagreement. 

"I don't believe you. No one who claims to be a bad person would go ahead and help helpless children if it was particularly useless to them," Cayden argued, attempting to prove his point. 

Darcy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Cayden, I bought that land because it would be beneficial for my business. Are you forgetting that my company sells crude oil?" Darcy countered, her argument firm, and Cayden chuckled in disbelief. 

"You can fool others, but I can see that you did that to save those children. If you had won the land, no one would dare mess with it, even if it's worth billions or trillions. I can see that much. Do you take me for a fool?" 

Cayden felt a pang of hurt. He had resolved not to be swayed by Darcy's rudeness, but her continuous insistence that she was a bad person struck a chord with him. 

In his eyes, it wasn't just Darcy telling him these things; it seemed like she genuinely believed them. 

"I love you, Darcy. I doubt I'll ever find someone like you. Maybe a cafe owner might not be up to your level, so--" Cayden was abruptly cut off by the thunderous thud of Darcy slamming her fist on the table. 

Her eyes, sharp and red with anger, silenced Cayden, causing a lump to form in his throat. "Don't degrade yourself for someone like me," Darcy shouted at him. 

"And you shouldn't degrade yourself either!" Cayden retorted, his own voice rising in frustration. 

Darcy stood up, grabbing her belongings and storming out of his house. Cayden remained seated, his head in his hands, reproaching himself for losing his composure. 

"She is so---mean," he huffed, the argument leaving his emotions wounded and raw.