Cecilia's POV
"Sorry for interrupting your pleasure, well if you knew you would be busy, why bother adding 'meeting you' in my schedule?" I fired at him disgustedly and he rolled his eyes, taking his seat.
"Can I predict when I get horny?" He spilled bluntly. That was the last word I didn't expect from him.
"I assume such news won't spread in the pack but crossing paths with my ex-mate pissed you off like a dead rat!" I didn't know when those words escaped from my mouth and by the time I realized it, I stylishly recoiled.
"Dead rat?" He almost choked at my last word.
"Okay, okay. The greeting is over, move along to the next task." It was Laura, her annoying voice filling the air as she strolled in, still dressed in the black bathrobe.
"And, who are you to tell me when to leave my husband's chamber? Or are you the pack timekeeper?" I gave her a long dirty look and she stuttered, unable to structure her words.
