Frustration

The kitchen was a complete mess according to Stella but to Zen, it looked perfectly okay except for a few plates that weren't in order and some other things.

"Why can't we just have one of the maids make breakfast?" Zen queried, his lips Pouted awkwardly. He still wasn't cool with standing with her to make breakfast.

"No! Breakfast will be made by me if you do want one. If you aren't willing to follow the terms, then you might want to wait until you get to the office for your breakfast.

Zen sighed in frustration. It wasn't like he had any choice here. He clasped his hands together and remained mute, his lips tightly pursed.

Stella's feet moved with grace and elegance against the tiled floor as she sauntered to the other side of the kitchen where the cupboards were. Her ass swayed with every step she took, making it difficult for Zen to take his eyes off her.

"I'll be making some pasta this morning. I'm sure you're gonna love it."

Zen wasn't entirely excited. To think he was forced t
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