Next morning,
“Alexander, I’m getting late. I have to make breakfast.” As I try to wake Alexander up, shaking him, the grip of his arms tightens around my body.
“But I want to sleep more.” He mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.
“I’ll be late-” he pulls away from me and shushes me with a passionate kiss.
“I think you may have forgotten, my love, but in this house, I am the one in charge.” He whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And today, I want you to stay with me instead of worrying about work.”
“What about breakfast, Alexander?” I raise my brows at him.
He grins, his hand gently cupping my chin. “You don’t have to worry about breakfast. I’ll take care of it.” He assures me before capturing my lips once again.
His voice turns low and seductive, sending a thrill through my v
