Zara's POV
What the hell? Were we having s*x again? Though last night was fun and I could reimagine how I kissed him and let me do all the dirty touches, it was exhausting as well. Of course, I couldn't bear it. I needed a good rest.
I held his hand moving over my p***y as I said, my voice trembling, “No, please. Please drive me to the hospital, Xander.”
With that said, I shoved his hand away. He passed a smile to me before his hand brushed my hair, and he said, “That's like my good wife.”
He resumed driving and that was when I could take a sigh of relief.
Xander pointed at the tiffin bag kept on my lap and said raspily, “You didn't have your breakfast, Zara. It's bad to start your day with an empty stomach. So, I have packed breakfast for you.”
What really? A few moments back he was
