Mona’s POV:
Well, after more kisses and Bad Boy Fucker can take a grip over himself to do per my wants, we dress in some robes and go downstairs. I’m famished, not joking. Another step in my recovery when I wake up is to eat proteins and have something sweet. Not in quantities, but some is necessary.
When we pass on the hallway from the stairs, it seems someone has cleaned the blood from the bastard on the floor as it’s clear, but the bullet is still in the wall.
Baby boy is holding me by my waist and kissing my temple. He’s forcing himself to behave as he can see I’m not lying.
We reach the kitchen.
“Take a seat, baby. Daddy will call the chef to cook something for you.”
I stop him by his arm after he kisses my forehead and takes me to sit on a chair at the table. It’s a wide
