Alexander's POV
“Julian, pass me the eggs. Did you break them properly?” I asked, stretching my hand to take the bowl from him.
“Yes chef, I did exactly as you said. No shells in them at all,” he replied, and I rolled my eyes.
“Why are you covered in flour?” I stared at Philip, surprised.
“You asked me to filter the chaffs. Remember chef?” he answered. I sigh. I'm the one cooking, but they are the ones wearing aprons and covered in flour.
We are currently in the kitchen making breakfast for Emma. Well, I am. Philip and Julian are just making a mess of the kitchen.
Last night actually happened.
I've always heard people saying having s*x with someone you have feelings for feels so much better than someone you don't have feelings for. I always thought they were exaggerating, but last
