"Oh, God! I will be late." I quickly brush my hair nearly taking out a few strands of hair in the process. It would be nothing but a miracle if there is any hair left on my head after I am done brushing my hair.

"Don't you dare laugh." I glare at Adam looking at him through the mirror while he is trying to hold his laugh noticing my haywire condition. "It is all your fault, that I will be late. I have never been late in my entire life, and today I will be late and you are to blame." I huff glancing at Adam who gives me a lazy smile while leaning against the bed headrest as he scratches his head.

"My fault?" He stands up from the bed, as he strolls towards me, "How is it my fault that you will be late?" He raises his eyebrows pretending to look innocent.

"Because you made me late." I scowl at him.

I woke up on time, but then Adam was being a little too... frisky. So, yeah... we got slightly busy.

"Oh, so you mean to say that it is my fault that I wanted to show my wife how much I love her in every way I can?" He smiles smugly and wraps his arms around me.

"Adam!" I groan because I know if this goes on, I will never be able to get to work.

"What?" he asks while placing kisses on my neck.

"I have to get ready." I plead as I try to unwrap his arms.

"So, get ready." he pulls me back to him, "You do your work, I will do what I want to do." He continues to pepper kisses.

"Adam." I try to sound stern, but I know I sound nowhere near it.

He chuckles as he stops is his torture and releases me, making me let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I was just teasing you." He raises his heads in mock surrender while his eyes shining with laughter.

Turning around I slap his chest which earns me a hearty laugh from him, then pecking my lips he walks out of the room. Quickly, I finish doing my makeup and gather my stuff from my table putting the papers and my laptop in my laptop bag.

Picking up my bag and my phone, I go to the kitchen to take my water bottle. I always carry a water bottle with me, I don't know when it became my habit but it is something without which I don't step out of the house.

Adam places my bottle on the table along with the plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

"You are not going anywhere without having your breakfast, as I know you will not eat anything once you will get busy with your work." He shakes his head when he notices I am about to protest.

Reluctantly, I sit on the chair and drop my bag on the free chair. However, I can't help but frown when I eat a forkful of scrambled eggs because it tastes strange.

"Adam, I think the eggs were rotten." I spit the egg in the napkin while slightly gagging, "They taste so bad."

"Really? They don't seem rotten to me." He looks at the plate with confusion and then tastes the eggs. "Hannah, they are fine." He states as my stomach churns as even the smell of eggs seems repulsive to me.

"Should I make something else for you?" he asks as he removes the plate from in front of me when he notices my disgusted expression.

"No, I will just eat chocolate donuts that you brought yesterday." Suddenly, my mind goes to the delicious chocolate donuts and now I want to eat them.

Screw diet! Saying no to that chocolatey goodness is a crime.

"Are you sure?" He looks at me with confusion, "Normally, you don't like to eat donuts for breakfast."

This is indeed more of his thing, he can eat donuts for breakfast whereas I prefer eating them more as a dessert. But I know if I will leave those donuts, he will eat them all by the time I will return home. So I want to eat them now, even if it is for breakfast.

He gives me a weird look when he takes out the box of donuts from the fridge, and I inhaled two of them even before he can finish one.

"Okay, bye." My eyes widen when they land on the microwave clock as if I don't leave for the office now I will actually be late.

"Hannah, leave at least one more donut for me," Adam complains as I pick up the donut's box along with my bag.

"Love you, honey!" I yell and quickly walk outside the house as I hear Adam rushing to get the box back from me.

"Hannah, don't you think I will let you go so easily for snatching my donuts." He places his hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes, "You can't escape from me, after all, you will have to return home, and then I will take my revenge from you."

Blowing a kiss at him, I take another bite of the donut as I pull out my car from the driveway.

Maybe I should bring back donuts for him, as a peace offering because I can tell he was mad as he only got one donut.

But I will think about that later, as of now, I will enjoy these delicious donuts without worrying about sharing them with Adam.

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