Chapter 87. I Haven’t Even Put To Bed Yet...

“Lucien, I said a week and it’s just three days. How do you expect me to come back?” Zayn said for the tenth time that day, his voice calm but laced with exhaustion.

“I want you home now,” Lucien replied stubbornly, his lips pressing into a pout. He sat on the massive bed with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the phone screen as if Zayn could feel the full weight of his frustration through the camera.

Zayn sighed, leaning back in his chair at the hotel room. He had been buried in work, but none of that drained him as much as this daily coaxing did. He was starting to regret calling Lucien every single day, but then again, he knew if he didn’t, Lucien would explode into an even bigger storm of sulking.

“Baby,” Zayn said, softening his tone, “you’re acting like I left you for a year. It’s only been three days.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed deeper. “Three days is too much already. Do you know how boring it is here without you? I don’t even eat well. I don’