"Love, please don't remove the shattered glasses on the floor and let the maid do it."
"What came into your mind, Mister, that even the flat-screen TV which was just hanging on the wall and has nothing to do with you, but you screwed it and fucking destroyed?" my voice was a bit loud.
"Oh, love, I'm sorry. I'll just buy you a new one."
"Huh! Buy a new one---"
I turned around only to see him with a towel loosely hanging at his waist. I gulped when my eyes landed on his toned, muscular chest, down to his six-pack abs and to the sinful v-shaped line that visibly showed to my naked eyes.
And when I glanced at his face, I noticed the smirk that playing on it.
"You're drooling, love."
