When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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Life see...
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Holy fuck, I hated the sound of my alarm.
The screeching tune was absolutely horrendous, but at least it woke me up, contrary to the soft and quiet ones that I usually slept through. This one was so efficient, it even managed to wake up Lex too, despite how much of a heavy sleeper he was.
He mumbled his disapproval but didn't move, still half over me, his arm wrapped around my chest. Grabbing my phone despite his hold was a challenge, but I managed, turning off the awful sound before dropping the device on the covers.
"I don't want to go," I whimpered with a dramatic sob.
"Then don't." Fuck, I loved his morning voice so much. And the way his warm breath fanned across my shoulder, too. And the feeling of his powerful and naked body against mine. Actually, I loved everything about him.
"I can't not go. I already took a month off recently. People won't like it if I start ditching work."
"Fuck them."
"I know you have a penchant for fucking your employees, but that's a lot of people, Lex," I joked.
My attempt at some morning humor was well-received, and he chuckled behind me. "I've never fucked an employee before. I only have a penchant for you."
"Hmm, perfect answer, Coleman."
"What can I say... I'm a smart man like that."
Relenting to leave, I stayed right there in his arms, checking on my phone now and then to make sure I wouldn't make myself late. Everything in me wanted to stay right there, but I'd been raised by hard-working people with good values, and one couldn't just stay at home out of sheer laziness.
At the very last acceptable moment, I grunted and pushed the covers away, ready to force myself out of the comfortable bed and the even more comfortable embrace. Lex didn't move, though, and his arm remained around me, as firm as iron.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"I need to get ready for work."
"No, you don't."
His refusal to let go was endearing. But as much as I enjoyed it and wanted to comply, I couldn't give in. "You know, some of us don't have the luxury of staying at home all day."
"You do. I have enough money to take care of you for a hundred lifetimes."
I huffed in reprobation, the notion of depending on him for the rest of my life preposterous. "So what, I'm to become a trophy wife?"
"You'd have to be my wife for that."
"And I would be, had you not refused my proposal, you rude man."
"It wasn't a proposal. It was some terrible attempt at fooling the court that would only have drawn more suspicions."
"I panicked, okay? It was the first thing I came up with. Now, let go of me, you ungrateful man. I need to shower."
