My life with Charles Mortdecai

In his arms

Sacha's P.O.V

I wake up with Mortdecai's arm around my waist. I slowly slide out of his grip and fall onto the floor. "Are you alright, my dear?" He asks, waking up. "I'm fine." I say, standing up. "Last night was amazing." He said, putting his pyjamas back on. "It was, now hurry up and hide the handcuffs." I say, putting on my housecoat. "I'll put them in my housecoat pocket. You never know when you'll be naughty." He said, making me tremble with pleasure. We go downstairs where Jock had made us pancakes. "Good morning Jock." I greeted. "Good morning Mrs. Sasha." He replied. "Jock, you may call me Sasha. No Mrs, I insist." I say, sitting down at the dinner table. "Good morning Jocky." Mortdecai says, sitting beside me. "Here Sir, let me take your housecoat." Jock says, removing the housecoat off of Mortdecai. "No." I say, remembering the handcuffs. "What are these, Sir." Jock says, holding the handcuffs for us to see. "Jock, Sasha was...umm..." Mortdecai stuttered. "Sir, if it's bedroom activity related, I've been there." Jock said. As he spoke those words, a blonde woman walk towards the door and gave Jock a small wave before exiting. "Jock!" Mortdecai exclaimed. Jock shrugged his shoulders and put the handcuffs back in the housecoat pocket. He sat down and we all ate breakfast quietly. After breakfast, Jock and Mortdecai left for an art deal and I stayed home. I got dressed in skinny jeans and a cute red top with matching heals. I put my hair in a tight bun and went into our personal library to read.