DALIA'S POV
I woke up angry and pissed at the whole world again. I turned around and came face to face with the architect of all my problems. He lay there sleeping beautifully as always. Just like the past few days, Xander was not in bed. He must have left at dawn. “How could he sleep so peacefully after making our lives' hell? He is the only one who has been walking around smiling these past days,” I thought to myself.
He stirred and opened his eyes. “Hey, sweet pea.” He lifted himself and kissed me, “Good morning, and how was your night?” He asked in a slurry voice.
“I am good, but I will be much better if you help me cure this s****l frustration.” I said to him,
“Which s****l frustration? You had s*x a few days ago; why are you already sexually frustrated again? Is it from stress?”
