Scandal

Alexia's POV

I threw his stupid hand off me, jerking up and waking him in the process.

"You... you pervert! What do you think you were doing?" I accused, my voice sharp with indignation.

Aiden blinked at me, still groggy from sleep, his dark eyes heavy-lidded. Then, as if he had all the time in the world, a lazy, smug smile spread across his stupidly handsome face.

"Sleeping with my wife," he said smoothly, his voice deep and rough from sleep.

I stared at him, completely flabbergasted.

Did this man have no shame?

"Excuse you?!" I sputtered, yanking the blankets up around me as if that would somehow protect me from his audacity. "Who the hell gave you permission to sleep anywhere near me?"

Aiden stretched, his toned arms flexing as he sat up, looking completely unbothered. "It's my bed. My house. My rules. I don't need permission."