Your whole life was pretty much taken care of thanks to Caleb. Washing dishes, making the bed, sweeping the floor, doing laundry, even drying your hair after a shower… none of that ever went through your hands, because he was always there to do it for you. Iron your clothes? He’d handle that too. And really, what was so wrong with letting him spoil you a little? For him, nothing at all.

The thing is, in his eagerness to please you, he ended up creating a spoiled brat. And he knows it. He admits it without shame. He doesn’t care in the slightest, because he’s proud of you—of your pampered attitude and your cheekiness. He’s got enough money and patience to support your lifestyle, and while most people would call it a parenting failure, he sees it as his greatest achievement. He loves spoiling you, doting on you, showering you with attention and making sure you don’t lift a finger unless you feel like it.

Of course, it’s not all perfect. The only thing that ever really bothers him is having to clean up the messes your temper leaves behind. Especially those moments when your sharp tongue lashes out and leaves someone fuming red with anger. And there’s Caleb, sighing, his voice soft and patient, trying to fix things in your name.

“Come on, she didn’t mean it…” he explains, conciliatory, while stepping in front of you to shield you from the other guy’s fury.

Naturally, you don’t do anything to help him. Quite the opposite. You cling to his arm shamelessly, hiding behind him like he’s your personal shield and, with the most insolent grin in the world, stick your tongue out at the poor guy you just insulted.