Freya.

It's been a week.

A whole week since I moved into Ryder's house, and honestly? I'm still not sure how I feel about that. The man is insufferable on a good day. Living under the same roof as him is a entirely different sport.

He told me to stay home from work. Told me, like I was a child who needed a nap schedule. I refused, obviously. I'm not the kind of person who just sits around watching the ceiling while life moves without me. I told him exactly that.

He didn't listen.

Because Ryder Hawthorne doesn't listen. He just does whatever he likes. Absolute loggerhead. I don't know...