Wild in the kitchen
Richard's POV
"Oh, my Daisy..."
I feel like I'm still fuck my wife, I want more and more, like an addiction, and don't want to stop. But reality hit me as I opened my eyes and realized I was alone in the room.
"Where is she?"
I lifted my back, then pushed aside my blanket so that my naked body was not covered by anything. I don't care and immediately sat up and got out of bed, looking for Daisy in the bathroom but I couldn't find her. Finally, I wash my face and brush my teeth, then put on a waist-length towel.
"Could it be that She came back to the penthouse worrying about the babies? But she should have woken me first. I hate it the most when I'm so happy but have to be left alone like this!"
I walked out of the bathroom grumbling, growing annoyed when I didn't notice Daisy in the bedroom. I continued to walk out of the room until the smell of roasting meat coming from the room distracted me.
"Oh, maybe she's cooking in the kitchen?"