He lifted her and made her sit on his laps. Bella stared at her husband with wonder saliva almost dripping from her lips.
He rest his chin on the bridge of her cleavage and sniffed he like a dog would snif it's prey.
"You smell good in the morning, what perfume did you use?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes with exasperation, "Hey, can you just drop this act and tell me the f**k that's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly behaving as if you're nice?"
The servants brought thier breakfast and stood by the side of the table bowing.
Bella felt embarrassed while being held like this because Miguel didn't reply.
"Miguel stop... This is embarrassing, Why are you doing this?" she murmured as she shifted uneasily in his laps.
Miguel pulled her more to his lap with great force and made her
