56 Motorbike Racing

"No, " Zian said once again. He didn't want to melt! He wouldn't melt! This twenty-eight years old little girl was lethal! 

Zuni huffed as she sat there with her arms crossed on her chest. The restaurant where they were having Lunch had a racing track in front of it. She could see the racing bikes from the third floor of the restaurant. 

"Eat, " Zian ordered. 

"No, " She denied in the same tone he used. She wouldn't be Zuni if she didn't get what she wanted. Not her fault that these people pampered and spoiled her beyond words. 

Zian was really helpless when it came to her. There were four women in his life whom he was helpless beyond words. His mother was the first woman who he could never say no to. It wasn't that he was a mama's boy. It was just that he was too attached to his parents more than his sisters. Then, there were his two sisters and he didn't know if they were the bane of his existence or the boon. About the last one… he didn't know what to say about her.