AIDEN'S POV
Did I say something about Alexia changing? About her becoming a mature, responsible, maybe even a perfect wife?
Yeah. I take it back.
I take it all back.
Because here I was, back to square one—waking the fucking woman up.
And hell, was she bugging.
"Mmm… five more minutes," she mumbled, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head like a stubborn child.
I clenched my jaw. Five more minutes? Did she think this was a democracy?
"You were in bed before me last night," I reminded her, trying to keep my voice even. "You should be up already."
She groaned dramatically and curled deeper into the couch. "Sleep is important for beauty, you know," she muttered. "Maybe you should try it instead of walking around looking like an overworked CEO with a stick up his ass."
I breathed in sharply, closing my eyes for a moment.
Patience.
Patience.
But my patience had its limits.
I yanked the blanket off her, exposing her to the cold morning air.
