Chapter 41: A spoiled little girl

Morgan's POV

“You are such a spoiled little girl,” I mumbled as I stared at the tiny being in my arms who was clinging to me like glue and refused to let go. I hope she doesn't punch me for sharing the bed with her in the morning.

My fiery little kitten was finally asleep after the hell she had put me through tonight. She had been a handful, nearly making me crazy with her drunken demands. Well, I'm not complaining; I like how clingy and dependent on me she is in her drunken state.

After finally bringing her up into the penthouse and having to feed her because she was too wasted to do it herself, she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and cried, “I’m eating alone; why are you not eating with me?”

I ignored her at first, but then she refused to eat because I was also not eating. To appease her, it later became a “one for you, one for me routine,” and her happy cheers after I ate each spoonful and asked “how is it, how is it?” were so childish and adorable that I could feel the muscles