RACHAEL'S P.O.V

I walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast as Adriana was very sick, and I had given her a week off. So I was practically home alone with Derek and I had been avoiding him as he was having a mischievous glint in his eyes for the past two days.

I was checking the oat porridge when I felt a hand circling my waist making me quiver as I turned around. He was smiling, and I knew I was down for, no escaping this time around.

“Good morning love,” he said, kissing me in a hungry way.

I didn't say anything as I tried to steady my...