• Arsenio •

Seeing her on her knees for me made me so fucking hard but I had to control myself. Losing myself in this lust will be dangerous and I can't afford that.

She is my wife now and she will remain mine forever. My only goal is to make her stay and help me look after Izan. I will have to fight off this lust and focus on more important things because there is never going to be anything between us anymore. She might be my wife and mine in all senses but there is no place for any feelings between us.

For the first time in a long time, I woke up to someone that too that someone was half sprawled over me.

Her legs around my waist while her head resting on my shoulder and I realised I was the one who held her last night initially.

I laid awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling while I listened to Ezlyn's even breathing as she slept peacefully.

My fingers found their way into her hair as I stroked it gently, it's an old habit, I used to stroke her hair a lot in the past and to be honest, I missed that feeling.

I continued stroking her hair to the point I mentally scolded myself and removed my fingers from her hair, sighing softly to myself.

Careful not to wake her up, I removed her leg from around my waist and her head from her shoulder which made her groan before she fell asleep again, burying her face into the pillow.

I gritted my teeth when my heart fluttered slightly at how fucking adorable she was but I dismissed that thought quickly.

I got freshened up and decided to let Ezlyn sleep for a little more before mom arrives with Izan and in the meanwhile I made myself some coffee, a lot less sweeter than how Zenith drinks it.

I was about to finish my coffee when my doorbell rang and knowing it was none other than mom, I opened the door for her.

Izan was in his baby trolley while mom carried a bag full of his supplies in her other hand. If not for her, I don't know how I would have managed to look after Izan for the past one month.

I picked up Izan from the trolley, plastering him to my chest and kissing his forehead as he slept as usual.

Mom made her way inside and placed the bag on the couch before fixing me with a stern look. "Where's Ezlyn?"

I rolled my eyes at her mention. "Sleeping."

"I want to meet her, Arsenio."

"She's sleeping, mom." I groaned. "You can meet her later."

Mom wasn't a bit impressed by how I forced her to marry me so she is still a bit angry at me for that.

"If you hurt her, I'll disown you."

I frowned, not liking the sound of it. "Just because I forced her to marry me you are so mad. What about how she left Izan in my care? Wasn't what she did was also wrong?"

"Yes, what she did was wrong but what you did is even more wrong. You didn't even listen to me, to your own mother." She scolded.

Even after all these years, she still loves Ezlyn more.

"Mom, I have already married her. You can't change anything by scolding me for it now."

Mom sighed. "Okay, fine. Just tell her to give me a call when she wakes up." And without any goodbye, she left.

I carried Izan to his nursery and placed him in his crib and watched him for a few seconds before leaving his nursery.

I entered my bedroom and found Ezlyn still sleeping so leaning down, I grabbed the duvet and pulled it off her body in one go. "Wake up. It's almost eleven in the morning."

Her body curled up into a ball and she opened one eye to peek at me. "What the fuck, Arsenio? Let me sleep!"

"I want you to make me breakfast." I ordered.

"What the actual fuck?" She shot me a glare. "I am not your cook, go make it yourself."

"No, but you are my wife and a good wife makes her husband breakfast."

"You can take these stereotypical thoughts and shove it up your ass." She showed me her middle finger just to spite me even more.

I can cook very well but I just needed a reason to wake her up. Weird, I know but who cares?

I stood at the front of the bed and grabbing her legs dragged her to the edge of the bed making her yelp as she tried to pull down the t shirt I gave her last night, trying to cover her legs.

I hovered over her as she glared at me and just to mess with her, I leaned down till my breath fanned her cheeks and he eyes widened and she tilted her head sideways so as to avoid eye contact with me.

Not able to resist, I let my fingers brush her exposed thighs and her breath hitched, her cheeks turning red.

I love how her body responds to me.

I whispered in her ear, "I thought you wanted to meet our son."

Her head snapped to me not realising how close our faces were causing her lips to brush my cheeks, the sensation of which went straight to my heart and she sucked in a sharp breath.

She gulped audibly. "Izan's here?"

I leaned back and gestured to the connecting door in the bedroom. "In his nursery."

She sprang up straight and marched upto the door and opening it, went inside.

I followed after her and leaned against the door frame as she watched Izan sleeping in his crib.

I could see her eyes glistening as she picked him up in her arms, cradling him to her chest and for a moment my heart warmed at how lovingly she kissed his forehead then his cheeks and his nose.

Not knowing what was wrong with me, why the hell was I finding her actions cute, I turned around and walked away from there leaving them alone.

A few minutes later, I opened the front door to let two of my men inside as they carried Ezlyn's luggage and placed it in the middle of the living room on my instructions and left.

Ezlyn padded into the living room carrying Izan in her hands and I spoke, "Why don't you let him sleep in his crib?"

She gazed down at him and said softly, "I just want to hold him for sometime. It's been a month since I last held him."

"And who's mistake is that?" I snapped before I could stop myself.

Her gaze hardened and her jaw clenched. "Will you stop mocking me? I made a mistake and I regret it, okay? Just stop taunting me about it."

I shot her a glare before I made my way towards the kitchen and started to whip up some quick breakfast, more like brunch.

Once I was done making some waffles for us, I placed one of it in a plate and topping it with some chocolate syrup, just like Ezlyn likes it, I carried it to her as she sat on the couches, still holding Izan in her hands and gently stroking his hair.

Without any word, I placed the plate infront of her on the coffee table and sat opposite to her, eating my waffle.

I could feel her confused gaze on me then a few seconds later, balancing Izan in one hand, she took a bite of the waffle.

She finished hers within a minute or two while mine was still half left.

I glanced at her to see her playing with her fork and it felt like she wanted to say something to me but was trying not to.

So, I waited for her discreetly to speak up which she did a couple of seconds later. "Do you...have more waffles?"

There wasn't any left neither was the batter, I just made a small quantity of the batter. "No."

"Oh..." She murmured and lowered her gaze to the empty plate.

I watched her for a few seconds as a small pout formed on her lips and I know how much she likes waffles. I should have made more.

Sighing, I pushed my half eaten waffle towards her and got up saying, "Have it."

"But--"

"Have it, Ezlyn." Cutting her off, I left from there before she could argue anymore.

Chapter completion on: 15/1/23
Published on: 26/1/23