NELINA

"Baby, I'm starving."

"Oh, I can't let my baby starve," Royce said, kissing me.

He got the bathrobe, wore it on me, and wrapped a towel on his waist before scooping me in his arms. I squealed out of surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to the kitchen to have our second breakfast."

"Second breakfast? We haven't eaten since we woke up this morning," I said, narrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Seriously?" Royce said with a naughty smirk on his lips.

It was then that I got a hint of what he meant. I didn't know his mind could be that dirty sometimes. I rolled my eyes...