Olivia POV
“Ken, you should have a good reason on why you are calling at eight in the morning.” I growled over the phone.
“Wake up, sleepy head! It’s already eleven here in New York. Just checking on you, Barbie.” I could imagine him rolling his eyes.
“Baby girl, come here. We’re not yet done.”
“Michael, stop!” I could feel his arms snaking around my naked body.
“Morning s*x, Barbie?”
“No! We are not yet done sleeping, you p*****t! Michael had to catch up on sleep!”
“No need to shout, Barbs. At least I know that you have mended up. Make babies. Uncle Greg is expecting one after nine months. See you tomorrow.” The call ended afterwards.
“Hmp!” Lips brushed against my shoulder then to my nape. I shuddered against his touch.
“My baby girl is grumpy.” Michael chuckled. “Hmm… So soft a
