Chapter Seven

"Make me a steaming cup of coffee!"

As soon as Xavier instructed, Madonna burst into a laughing fit; facepalming herself because why not? It sounds so funny to the ears that she knew he was obviously joking. Meanwhile, Xavier gave her the whole of the time to laugh, his patience still there.

"Don't worry, I give you the time to laugh. As long as when you're done, you'll have to hurry up and get me my coffee."he remarked, sipping from the glass of whiskey still held tightly in his hand.

"You seriously think am one of the pack's slave?"At her outburst, he almost choked on his drink, his head snapping up to look at her face. While she did the same; taking note of his serious expression while she has on the I-don't-give-a-fuck look.

"You're under our roof, Madonna. Just a simple coffee wouldn't take so much of your time to make."he plainly said, putting his glass of shot aside on the refrigerator and turning back towards her.

Madonna didn't respond as she found it nothing but unnecessary.