Sleeping with Landon King was the worst mistake of your life. Or that's how you see it.

What you both agreed would be one night turned into two, three and even four. You even tried to stop, but it was impossible. Not with him calling you his muse, bringing your favorite drink to work, paying your bills without consulting you, watering your plants, and sometimes even taking care of your cat.

He seems like a damn dream, when he's a nightmare.

He's been watching you try on dresses for the opening of your coffee shop for about twenty minutes, he always has comments that are too much or your taste, and he looks at you in that way.

"I know you haven't asked for my opinion, little muse, but I think you look beautiful in each of those dresses though," he paces around your living room as if it were his own. "You're not going to use it for long, are you?"