23 # Dad, Kiss mom...!!

Author's POV

When the brightness of the sun knock over his eyes, his eyes flickered. His first gaze docked on the couch, where Myra was sleeping. He was startled to find her absence.

He hopped up from the bed and his laziness ran away from the city. He started looking for her, he toured the bathroom, walk-in closet, his private gym which is attached to his room, and the last his study room, she was nowhere and the door of the bedroom was locked from inside.

"Where is she?" His finger stroked his hair and abruptly, he thought, "Why am I thinking about her?"

Suddenly, his gaze landed outside the bedroom. She was in the corridor and performing Indian yoga. His eyes enlarged with anger, he was looking for her and she was carelessly doing her workouts outside.

His anger melted as he saw her curves, which are shown through her yoga outfits. Her curves are breathtaking and surely, erecting him. He felt changes in his body and heat developed in his veins.

He gulped and to avert his diversion,