Chapter 32

Zea's POV

Grumbling, Phoenix turned to the boy. "The last thing I do is hit her, you asshole," he then hissed, kneeling on the floor in front of me. "Fuck off now!"

Dissatisfied, Fyron stood up, gave me a cheeky wink, and then slammed the door loudly as he left the room.

"Darling, how about we have brunch together?" Phoenix then smiled at me and kissed my hand, which he had taken in his.

"Phoenix... I want to sleep," I groaned, pushing my bottom lip forward, which made him smile.

“Nothing there. "Either you get up yourself, or I'll carry you," he then grinned and I also grinned into my pillow, so that he had no chance of seeing it.

"Uh! Phoenix, I swear I'll kill you! L-Put me down you brain amputated retarded thing!"

As soon as he made his threat, he made it, as if he was waiting for me to resist for a few seconds.

"Never," he then smiled as he reached under my knees and between my upper back and lightly carried me to