Rence turns on the television as soon as he wakes up. But he kept it in a low sound, careful not to wake up his woman. He looked down at her, and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheeks. Then, he pulled the duvet to cover her up. He stretched and looked at the television as it currently showed crazy news. It should be a happy holiday in the country, but a family massacre and a bloody hotel room just made everything scary.
He looked at Mila who grabbed his pillow and hugged it. He should focus on work today even though it was a holiday.
"Rence," Mila mumbled. He froze from going to the bathroom. He turned to her, walked to the bed, crawled up and kissed her cheeks. "Can we have a masseur?"
He stared at her and smirked.
"Don't you want me to do it?" He slid his hand under the sheet and scooped her breast.
"A real masseur, darling."
"Right, I will call two for us." He caressed her hair. "What about breakfast?"