You are not drool-worthy

Carrie

At one point in my wild lifestyle, I always wished for a stable relationship even though I was never able to stay in one for a long time. Whenever my imagination conjured up my ideal partner, I would always imagine him cooking meals for me.

I would watch him from the entrance of the kitchen or perhaps from the island and he would tease me with his culinary skills and naked chest.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, my imagination has come to life.

In front of me, the father of my unborn child was shirtless and focused on cooking something that involved spaghetti.

I could have found that moment to be dreamy, but the fact that he kept refusing to put on a shirt was getting on my nerves.

Doesn’t he understand that it is dangerous for my hormones if he keeps walking about with that built chest of his?

“And, done.” Alessandro Valante said and I saw that he had dished our meal. His thick brows quirked, and his eyes fell on me as he asked, “I am sure you won’t mind some spaghetti carbonara. I