"Welcome to your new home, Mrs Donovan. The latest billionaire's wife in town." Max said in a sweet and teasing tone, but Lola wasn't buying that so she said to him in reply, "Please, let me down. That title doesn't freak me."
"I know you like it. You're blushing heavily." Max chuckled at her.
"I was flustered when you lifted me up earlier, that's why. Drop me down." She growled at him.
"Sorry, but I'm going to be fulfilling the usual ritual done every wedding night. Ours is no exception, my dear wife." Max said as he began to head upstairs to their bedroom.
"What ritual?" Lola asked, alarmed by his claim. She hoped he didn't mean sex. "I want to sleep in my own room tonight, not our shared one." She told Max.
"No, Lola. We'll be sleeping in the same room tonight. And that's final." Max deadpanned.
"You can't force me, Max. You can't do that." Lola argued in his arms.
