Anna's POV
I woke up to the smell of coffee drifting into the room. My eyes cracked open, and the first thing I saw was Dexter standing by the window, casually sipping from a mug. He was already dressed in one of his perfectly tailored suits, his hair combed back, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine. How he managed to look so effortlessly put together first thing in the morning was beyond me.
I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Do you ever take a day off?”
He turned, his lips curling into a smirk. “Good morning to you too, wife.”
The way he said "wife" always had a certain edge to it, like it was more of a reminder of the contract we were bound to rather than anything affectionate. I threw the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
“You’re up ea
