CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

MICHELLE’s POV.

Standing near the door, I can’t help but admire the man who is seated behind the mahogany desk with his attention on the documents in front of him and how he looks so good in glasses and with his hair falling over his face like that. Gosh, this man is so hot and when I mean hot, I mean he is the most handsome man that has walked the face of the earth because how can he look this good even without trying?

“Do I need to learn his skin care?” I think to myself and can’t help but scoff, this man literally doesn’t have any skin care routine.

“Are you going to keep ogling at me from the door?” Enzo finally looks up as he leans back on the chair giving me a full view of the god that he is, “you are clearly drooling over me and you won’t come to meet me?”

“I wasn’t drooling over you” I tell him and he chuckles lightly.

“Have you forgotten that I can listen to your every thought, dear wife?”

Wife?

Hmm

I love the sound of that.

“Come here!!

Gosh, I immedi