Gerrard’s POV
I can’t stop peeking over at her from the corner of my eye, my life, sitting inches away from me, eating her third one of those damn toaster tarts as my driver slowly dies a little each time, he glances back in the mirror at her crumb covered shirt that he just knows will be brushed onto the floor before long.
Sorry Viktor, you are a good employee, but if Mi Vida wants to cover the car in crumbs, then she can. Honestly, the look of pleasure on her face as she bites into the sugar filled treat makes me want to tell Viktor to detour to the grocery store so I can buy every box they have for her.
Zara finishes off the pastry, licking her fingers as she moans softly in happiness.
I chuckle because I can’t help it, for such a bad ass, my wife sure turns into a puppy when given
