"Tell me, what is it like living with your wife?" Alessio asked cheerfully, while he arranged the fountain pens on Zayne's desk.
"Stop touching my things, Alessio," Zayne ground out. "And she's not my wife. Not yet."
"Okay, but tell me. What's it like living with her? She's a human too."
"A nightmare," he responded.
Alessio furrowed his brows. "You're saying one thing, and your face is expressing another."
"What do you mean?"
"You're smiling." He frowned. "I think you enjoy your time with her more than see it as a nightmare. Are you maybe lying to yourself, brother?"
Zayne kept aside the seal he held, lifting his gaze to glare at him. "Okay. It's enjoyable sometimes, but also sort of a nightmare. She's so…energetic."
"How come?"
"She makes me miserable in order to win. And she's never tired."
"Wait, win what?"
"We made a deal and it's none of your concern, Alessio. Mind your business." Zayne went back to typing on his computer.
