Completely Yours [COMPLETED, 18+]

Chapter 37

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It felt like Emma and I hadn't hung out in forever, which admittedly was my fault. She'd called me numerous times to tell me to come over and hang out, but I just wasn't feeling up to it. After Axel and I broke up, I wasn't in the mood to hang out with friends.

I mean, technically I was hanging out with Caden, but that didn't count. He wasn't really a friend the way that Emma was. I mean, he wasn't a boyfriend either. Truth be told, I didn't have a good word for what Caden was to me—friends with benefits? Lover?

The only things I'd been doing these past few weeks was working and spending my time screwing Caden's brains out. And while my wallet was happy I was meeting more clients, and I was very sexually fulfilled, I still felt like I was missing a friend.

I had finally reached the point in my life where I felt ready to get off my ass and make plans with Emma. Now we were sitting at her place on the balcony, staring out into oncoming traffic.

"You and Caden have been spending a lot of time together," she starts.

"I guess." Have we really? How many times have I seen him this week? I try to count, and then I realize I've spent more time with him than without. Emma's right. I have been spending a lot of time with him.

"You're at his house pretty often. It's like you practically live there. Whenever I call, that's where you are." I know what she's suggesting, and it makes my cheeks heat up. Caden and I have a lot of sex because we're friends with benefits. Still, it's not like the only thing I do is screw his brains out. The other reason I'm at his house so much is because he's hired me.

"I'm interior decorating for him, that's why."

"What?"

"Yeah," I grin. "He hired me a while ago to do his house, so I've been working on the bedroom. We're almost done, and then I'm going to tackle the living room."

"This boy has you wrapped around his little finger, doesn't he?"

I blush. "He does not. I'm only helping him because he's paying me."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Emma!"

She reclines back in her chair and places a hand on her  stomach. "All I'm saying is that it looks like you genuinely enjoy spending time with him. Which is different than the last time we talked and you told me he was a devil with no morals. You told me that he doesn't give a shit about you, but this doesn't seem like someone who doesn't care about you. He's always out buying furniture with you because he wants to be, not because he has to be. And you've told me that he cooks for you."

She's right. If we're looking at meals, then he cooks most of mine for me at this point. It's not that I can't cook for myself--it's just that I refuse to eat my own shitty cooking when I have Chef Gordon Ramsay with me. And Caden does come after work to go shopping with me even though he doesn't have to for furniture. Normally, I always go alone for clients and order pieces; they never come with me to Lanvel's. Caden is the only exception.

"Okay, so maybe he does care about me. It's fine. We're friends. That's what friends do."

"Really? Now you're telling me you two are actually friends? I thought you were just using him for sex. Fuckbuddies."

"I was! I-I mean I am. It's just things are complicated now."

"Because feelings are involved. He likes you, and Mer, I know you. I know you like him--"