A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Tobias

This morning is a disaster. It started out great, with Hannah moaning underneath me as I licked her pink folds, but now it turns out all my private chefs are down with corona.

What the fuck am I going to eat?!

My stomach growls, and misery is all around. I’m sitting by the kitchen table, gazing over the empty space with a frown. I’m good at many things, but cooking isn’t one of them.

“It’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Hannah chirps.

“I guess it is…”

“Then why are you pouting?”

“I’m not…”

“You are.”

I turn around, studying Hannah as she strolls into the kitchen with a messy bun at the top of her head. Despite the disaster, seeing Hannah cheers me up.

Blonde baby hairs are spilling out over her forehead. She is wearing one of my oversized t-shirts over bare legs, and since she is so itsy-bitsy, it looks like a white dress.

She beams at me with pink cheeks. Adorable and whimsical. “Aren’t you going to eat something?”

“I’m not hungry.” My stomach chooses that moment to gurgle in protest and Hannah giggles.

“Do you want me to cook something for us? Are you in a hurry? I was thinking of making pizza.” Now she got my attention. “Pizza?”

“Uh-huh,” she walks over to one of the cabinets, opening it to rummage through its contents. It’s her first. time being here, yet Hannah easily navigates through the kitchen. “You mentioned that you had everything in here, and my heart is telling me that it wants pizza. How about you? Should I make you one?”

I’m starving, but can Hannah cook, or will I die eating her food? There is only one way to find out: taking a massive risk by trying it out.

“Sure,” I say, trying not to show the fear coiling inside me. “Make me a pepperoni pizza.”

She laughs. “You’re so funny trying to boss me around-you’re obviously helping.”

I snort. “I’m not-”

My words trail off my tongue when I see that the shy woman I know and married is gone. Left in her place. is a determined one. Hannah’s arms are resting on her sides, and she glares at me from across the table.

Tiny but oh so fierce. Hannah’s ice-blue eyes are cold and relentless, and her stance tells me she isn’t. messing around.

my position. What is impressive here is that I’ve also been Hannah’s boss, which is why

will help. Where do

going to be making the

“Am I?” I challenge.

convincing that shudders sweep down my spine. Jesus Christ. Where has my cute

doesn’t even reach my chin,

suddenly

“Now, let’s make one hell of a

“Yes!”

ma’am’

when it

straighten my

“That’s the spirit!”

as the shy one-my

have a sword in my pants, but I tell myself now isn’t the

bed, I

I should be at work. But I am okay with showing up late to my office. It’s not like I

shows me the ropes, and while she is shy about certain things, she becomes a whole new person when focused on a task. It’s admiring. Somehow, I allow her

everything Hannah tells me to, but I also mess with her. When we roll dough, I tackle her tiny body out of the way, not hard, but enough to take over. She glares at me but gets her revenge

about to give her the same treatment, but when Hannah laughs, I decide to let

slowly putting on my shoes in the hallway

work every day?” Hannah

responsibility,” I stand up and

lower lip while eyeing my hand, which

“But?” I ask, blinking.

to give me a hug. It’s so sudden that I blink and do nothing. Shit. Why does it feel so

down when Hannah boldly squeezes my pecs, and that’s when I realize this

“You little!”

of laughter and hurries away from me. “There, now I’m leading in

back at you, Mrs. Ford, and my revenge

winks at me. “I will be looking forward

I’ve gotten my revenge,” I open the door and glance over my to find her standing by

me with a slight pink tint to her

shoulder

made with Hannah tasted great, even as a warmed-up lunch. We made an

bother

didn’t you tell me you had met someone?!” Sarah demands the second she sets her wild eyes on me. “And you married her right

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