Risha POV
“You like it?” he asked me, coming from behind. I nodded my head smilingly. “There’s plenty of room. You can organize them yourself. Music room, playroom, theater, library – just how you like,” he told me, caressing my face.
“How do you know my ideal type?” I asked him, being curious. He snickered.
“You kept bugging in front of me remember,” he mocked, pushing my forehead with his index slightly. Yep. I actually told him once.
“But that’s years ago,” I exclaimed. He really remembered it. I had told him as a joke.
“It’s exactly one year five months, twenty days, eleven hours forty-five minutes and thirty-two seconds ago,” I blinked a few times, only to consume what he said.
“And you calculated it – like – how!” I stammered. He only gave me a smile and sighed.
“Every second
