A busy man

The next morning, Leo comes to the room which I slept in alone to wake me up at four. I groan, roll to my other side and almost fell back into deep sleep until I feel a hard slap on my ass.

That cause me to sit up in bed, my eyes are foggy and burning from the bright light in the room.

"Do you need something?" I ask.

Leo frown at me, then grabs my face. "Is that anyway to talk to me? I need breakfast. I have a flight to catch, so get to it."

"Don't we have maids for that?"

He raises a brow at me. "I want you to cook me my meal. Now go."

He drags me out of the bed, never letting go of my upper arm. Not even when we are walking on the stairs together, when we get to the landing if the first floor, he pushes me to the ground.

I jump to my feet in anger. "What the hell? I'm not Natasha. You can't treat me like this."

He scoffs. "Good to know that you are not, and you better not act like her, either. You told me that you can give me all that I want, so you better get to it. I want eggs."

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