Luciano walked out of the bathroom with his white towel tied around his waist, water droplets dripping down his chest and hair, while Katherine served his meal.

“The maids should be doing that!” he said, and Katherine looked at him.

“Good morning, how was your sleep?” she questioned, setting everything. She walked over to him and kissed his lips slowly.

“I made something nice,” she said, running her hands over his abs. “You're so …fucking hot!” she mumbled, and he slapped her hands away.

“You should stop drooling,” he flicked his finger on her forehead, and she pouted.

“How is that even possible? You're so hot that I can't help...