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 ...