My Evil Boy Toy

I didn't know what Kyle and the others talked about after. They had already made a plan, and no one told me what it was. 

It has been a month since the incident, and until now, we had not figured out who was Kyle's heir.

Aaron's grandfather did not write anything on the command paper either when he passed it on to a friend. He didn't say anything to his friend and just instructed him to give it to someone who would approach him after three days.

A letter was included in the command paper and the royal seal, instructing them about what I told Aaron.

One by one, the involved people came to the palace and stayed there, seeking protection.

Benjamin kept sending letters with photos of mom, and in one of his letters, he was asking for a bargain. He would return mom to us in exchange for freedom.

He wanted to leave Flousia, but Kyle ordered his immediate arrest when someone saw him. His photos were all over the internet worldwide. There were posters of him around Flousia.

I was beginning to feel better and started to miss Jayden. I still dreamed of Mireya every time I closed my eyes, and in one of our conversations, she asked me to move on entirely so she could rest. I cried again when she said that.

I was in our bedroom when Jayden entered. He was surprised to see me sitting beside the window. It was afternoon, and he knew I always slept during this hour. But I was tired of staying in bed, so I decided to open the window to have some fresh air.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were sleeping." He said.

I frowned. Am I the only one who was feeling lonely without him? It was my fault that we hadn't been talking for weeks. I felt like all we could talk about was Mireya, so I avoided him. I was lonely and depressed when we lost our daughter, but it was lonelier without him by my side.

"I'm exhausted from staying in bed." I casually answered.

He nodded. "I-I'll take a quick shower and leave. Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" He asked without looking at me.

'I need you.' I wanted to say those words, but instead, I shook my head and turned my gaze outside.

I felt him walk towards the bathroom and close the door. I could hear the water from the shower, but he came out half-naked after just a few minutes.

I was surprised to see him without a shirt on, so I averted my eyes. I know I was blushing because I stared at him when he went out of the bathroom. I could smell the scent of his shampoo and perfume, making me miss him more.

Is he going somewhere? Is he meeting someone outside the palace? I wanted to ask him, but I was too full of myself. I thought that if he didn't want to talk to me, so be it. I will do the same. He's the guy, so he should be the one to make a move first, right?

I heard the sound of the door closing. When I turned to look for him, Jayden had already left.

I sighed. Until when would we treat each other like this? I missed him. I should have talked to him and asked him to stay.

How about I send him a text message? Will he come here if I ask him too? I stood up, took my phone then sat on the bed.

I started typing, but I didn't send any messages after half an hour. I was retyping over and over and couldn't come up with the right words.

I pouted and gave up. I lied down on the bed with my feet still on the ground, looking at the ceiling. 

I suddenly remember the mirror on the ceiling of our bedroom at home. I blushed from thinking of the lewd things we did.

Why the hell am I acting like a teenager? He's already my husband. I have the right to ask him to come and see me. I shouldn't be feeling embarrassed.

I took my phone again, typed a message then sent it to him. I'm not sure if he would come, but I wanted to be pretty before him. So I walked inside the bathroom to prepare myself.

Jayden POV

I saw Peggy standing by the window. I thought she was sleeping, but I was surprised to see her awake. I was disappointed. 

Whenever I came into our bedroom and saw her sleeping on the bed, I would quietly steal a kiss from her. It was funny. She's my wife; kissing her was a natural thing.

But we started feeling awkward with each other when we lost our child. I'm not sure why. I just felt like she suddenly didn't want to be touched by me.

I was lonely without her. For the past few weeks that we slept in different bedrooms, I felt half of me was missing.

Seeing her every day, feeling depressed because of what happened, I felt like my heart crushed a hundred times. We talked about it already. I told her we would get through it together, but it was easier to say it than do it.

I tried to kiss her once, but she avoided me. That's when I felt like I was being pushed away. So I decided to sleep on the couch and eventually slept in another bedroom.

I hurriedly took a shower, but I forgot to take a shirt, so I went out half-naked. I wanted to laugh when I saw her staring at me. Then she turned around, looking so flushed. 

I wanted to get closer to her and pulled her into my arms. But I didn't want to feel rejected, so I just decided to go out of the bedroom with a smile on my face.

'Beep'

My eyes widened, and I felt excited when I saw Peggy's name appear on my phone screen. I tapped her message to see what it said.

'Can you come to our bedroom tonight and help me with something?'