My Bossy CEO Husband

“Why not? Who dictated that in a partnership, the woman must take up cooking and cleaning?” Rosalynn countered.

Brian held her gaze, a challenging glint in his eye. “Fine, I’ll cook you breakfast if you dare to eat it.”

Rosalynn’s mind flashed back to Brian’s attempts at peeling potatoes an image that provoked both amusement and concern.

She decided to let it pass. After all, a man who could ink a contract worth hundreds of millions was not cut out for menial chores.

Silence descended on the room as they ate in peace.

“Where do you plan on living, here or at my place?” Brian asked, his plate nearly clean. He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin.

for me.” Rosalynn shrugged nonchalantly, finishing her sandwich. Rising from

lithe figure move around the room,

eyes, women were extensions of men, who were to provide them

under her roof, he found himself basking in

have someone deliver our essentials here later.

a sideways glance at

‘air enough.”

couldn’t help but feel somewhat under

shot up

his phone