C22 Twenty two: Not the type to forget

I was very tired when I returned home later in the day. All I want now is a long shower, and sleep, but I don't always get what I want. Kian is waiting for me in the living room by the time I ambled inside.

He is seated on the couch, legs crossed, his dark gaze on me, a frown on his gorgeous face.

"Do you take secret joy in flunking my orders?", I purse my lips and take in a much-needed breath