11. My Husband Loves Me

Leena's POV

“Yes, I do.” The word left my lips fluently and to back it up, I gave him a deep kiss which he impatiently retaliated, kissing me passionately.

As the kiss grew intense and we tore each other's clothes away, I squeezed the duvet and licked my lips hungrily.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” I heard a familiar voice, sounding so alluring in my head.

Wait! It was a dream? Or not?

Which part was a dream?

I gradually opened my eyes and found myself in the master bedroom, James was before me, holding a tray containing mouth-watery breakfast.

Toasted bread, scrambled eggs, sliced fruits of Apples, cucumbers, and watermelon, a glass of hangover drink and coffee.

Maybe not everything was a dream.

I stumbled out of bed.

“Give me a sec.” I said, rushing into the bathroom.

I washed my face and arranged my hair so as not to look like a morning demon before returning to the room.

He was still there, waiting for me with a broad smile on his face.

“What happened last night?” I asked him calmly, si