Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I smile, and they say hi.
"So Maz?" Kian laughs.
"We will figure out the name thing," I say while laughing.
"Just do what my dad and King did. Either call her little Maz, baby Maz or you big Maz," he shrugs and laughs. I pull a face, I don't like big Maz.
Looking at Maz, she doesn't like the sound of little or baby Maz either. She also hates being called Maziyah.
"We could just call ya Queen, ya know, 'cause King and you. So King and Queen," Kian laughs. "Is there none left?" He looks at me, and I know he means the tarts.