For Calling Him Crazy

The way Hayden checked my work with a serious look on his face made me feel like he was my teacher, and I was getting my work graded.

Basically, I was right. His idea of ‘charging enough’ was very different from mine. It was clear that we were operating off of different scales entirely. He was telling me to increase the price on every single quote that I’ve quoted.

“This rate is already 30-40% higher than my usual rate from before…” I mumbled in slight protest.

Wouldn’t charging the clients any higher be ripping them off?

“That was before, and this is now. Things are different,” Hayden replied casually.

“I don’t know. I feel a little bad charging them so much…” I continued to disagree.

“Come here. Sit down,” Hayden said as he pulled on my arm and indicated with his eyes for me to sit down on his lap.

“Umm…” I mumbled hesitantly.

“Just come…” Hayden said impatiently as his arms pulled me down onto his lap.

“Hayden…” I called his name softly as heat rushed to my face.

I felt hi