Morgana's POV
“What do you think you're trying to do, Xavier?” I asked immediately as I entered his home office. Throwing my bag on his couch. He was obviously busy, but I did not care.
He raised his head up from what he was doing, his glasses perched on his nose like the fine man he is. I shook my head to remove those thoughts. He looked so nonchalant, you'd think that he was only my boss and not my husband.
“To what do I owe your royal presence?” He said sarcastically in a bored tone.
I wanted to slap that bored expression off his face.
“Don't pretend that you don't know why I'm here right now, Xavier,” I said, fuming and boiling inside of me.
“As much as you think I know the reason you're here, I have no idea, babe.” He said, leaning back on his chair. His calling me almost
