Chapter 103 The CEO Baby
Alexander had been in a deep slumber until the afternoon hour of three when Ava deemed it necessary to rouse him. However, Alexander was not in the mood to be disturbed. He rolled over, tugging the covers closer around him, the epitome of grumpiness upon being disturbed from his peaceful slumber.
"Alex, get up. No more sleeping," she coaxed, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle shake.
In response, he swatted her hand away with irritation, pulling the blanket over his head in a defiant manner.
Ava could only shake her head in resignation. Here he was, behaving like a petulant child, a stark contrast to the formidable CEO he usually presented himself as.
She contemplated for a moment before rising and making her way to the bathroom. Once there, she selected a towel and drenched it in cold water, wringing it out just enough to prevent any drips. Armed with the cold, damp towel, she returned to his bedside and unceremoniously tossed it onto his face.
With a startled gasp, Alexander's eyes snapped open, greeted by a white blur obstructing his vision.
His hand shot up instinctively to remove the offending towel, the shock of the cold water jolting him into full wakefulness. He found the woman responsible for his rude awakening sitting beside him. His brow furrowed in confusion, "Are you attempting to assassinate your own husband?"
A blush spread across Ava's cheeks, "Assassinate you? Why on earth would I do that?" If she had harbored such intentions, she would've opted for a pillow, she mused.
"Didn't you insist that I sleep?" Alexander grumbled, still groggy and irritable. "And now you're chastising me for oversleeping. Why must you always create a scene?"
It was akin to dealing with a cranky infant.
But even CEOs are entitled to their challenging mornings.
"If you continue to sleep now, you'll have trouble sleeping tonight, and then what? Your schedule will be disrupted again. You have daytime responsibilities. You can't adopt a nocturnal lifestyle," she reasoned.
She wouldn't have disturbed him if she hadn't been genuinely concerned.
With a heavy sigh, Alexander propped himself up in bed.
"What time is it?" he inquired.
"Three in the afternoon," Ava replied.
At that moment, Alexander's stomach decided to voice its hunger with a low grumble.
Ava placed her hand on his stomach, "Hungry, are we?" Her touch lingered on the firm muscle beneath her hand, trailing up to his abs.
Sensing her wandering hand, Alexander lifted his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "What are you up to?"
Her hand stilled on his chiseled muscles as she realized she had been caressing him with a tad too much enthusiasm. She quickly withdrew her hand, the warmth of his skin still resonating in her palm.
She swallowed nervously, "I... I was just trying to wake you up, nothing... nothing more."
'Great, now I’m tripping over my own words.' Ava chastised herself.
A deep chuckle echoed in Alexander's eyes as he began to methodically undo each button of his shirt, discarding it casually. He leaned back against the headboard, his muscles on display with an air of nonchalant pride.
"Why... why are you undressing?" Ava stammered, turning away, her face flushing a deep shade of red in embarrassment.
"What's wrong with undressing in my own home?" he retorted casually.
"Weren't you about to rise? Come on, hurry up and get up, I'm leaving." As she rose to exit, Alexander caught her hand. "You've seen it all before, why the sudden shyness?"
His physique was no novelty to her; there was no reason for her to be bashful now.
"Are you getting up or not? If you wish to continue sleeping, by all means, do so. I won't stop you."
She was desperate to escape the room. Any more stolen glances and her breathing would become erratic.
"You're quite the handful," he teased with a sigh, "first you insist I sleep, then you wake me, and now you're suggesting I sleep again. Are all women this capricious?"
"Hey, what do you mean 'all women'? Are you implying that only women are capricious? That's unjust," Ava retorted, clenching her fists, "Don't dare repeat that."
If he dared to utter such a statement again, she vowed to land a punch his way.
