The morning sun felt like an insult. The frustration was an intolerable weight. The silk sheets failed to cool the blazing heat.
I sat, my hair a mess of tangles, glaring at the man currently standing by the mirror, looking far too refreshed for someone who had spent the night playing the world’s cruelest game of teasing.
"You are an absolute asshole, Zayne."
He didn't even turn around, just smirked ruthlessly.
"Tell me something I don’t know, Baby." He just continued buttoning his white shirt, his movements smooth and maddeningly calm.
"You-" I grabbed a plush velvet pillow and hurled it at the back of his head with everything I had.
He stepped aside gracefully, smirk converting into a mocking smile.
A low, genuine laugh rumbled in his chest as he finally turned to face me, att
