Shirley's POV
"I am of royal blood, I shouldn't be doing this" he protested, massaging my legs as I stretched over a stool.
I didn't listen as he was quite good at that. I guess that's another reason Mac wants to keep him.
He was sitting opposite me, while caressing the skin on my legs gently while I chewed some potato chips lousily.
He hates such noise, and it was disgusting to him, but he couldn't refuse my order.
He was done and stood up to stretch his arms, but to me, he wasn't done yet.
"My room is messy Darius, you can make yourself useful too."
"What?"
"It's what the baby wants. I mean you're going to be an uncle, wouldn't you want me to say the things you did for her?"
"f**k! I'm not your husband"
"Which one of them because I am married to two?"
His mouth opened and clos
