Maya POV
Someone was messing with my hair, and I felt kisses on my brow.
"Wake up, baby girl. It's seven o'clock in the morning ", a seductive masculine voice said. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him, knowing who it was. My nose is only a few centimetres from his.
His gaze was drawn to mine, and I returned the gaze. His hand is touching my cheek.
"Good morning," I replied as I rose from my bed.
"Good morning," he said as he sat up alongside me.
"Zack, may I ask you a question?" I inquired as I turned to face him.
"Anything is possible." He also looked at me.
"Um... As a punishment for last night, why did you make me wear your shirt and make me cook your favourite food?" I'm curious as to why he forced me to do it when he could have made me do anything else. He gave me a lon
