“What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be. ”

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Lovely banner by emilyawesome383

I find this chapter really funny and playful.

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My eyes cracked open. I stretched my body and rubbed my eyes letting out a loud yawn. blinking, I looked around to see myself sprawled on the couch in the living room. My phone was soundly sleeping in the crook of my neck. I didn't have the guts to walk up the stairs. I didn't wanted to face him after what happened. So I decided to sleep on the couch.

Talking about phone, yesterday Scarlett dropped another big bomb. She was going to visit her son and his wife today.

I'll be there by noon

Were her words.

I unlocked my phone and almost yelped out of my seat.

11:05 a.m

"Holy Shit!" I tumbled off of the couch and landed on the floor with an 'ooomph'
Wincing I quickly stood up.

Letting out a grown I pulled at my hair in frustration. What do I do now!? Scarlett was going to be here in less than an hour. Everything was all over the place. I was still on the couch drooling.

Fuck my life.

I needed to impress her. I wanted to make a good impression on her. I wanted her to think good of me.

Asher. I need to tell Asher.

"ASHER!!" I ran up the stairs like a crazy woman running for her life and knocked on the door beside my room . I discovered the fact that Asher was my husband next door, yesterday when I heard loud thumping and the sound of groaning coming through the wall.

I started knocking on his door violently and tried to catch my breath leaning my forehead on the door.

"ASH- goddammit!!"

Before I knew it, I was falling forwards screaming and my face slammed against a hard clothed body. God, why the hell me! Why! I cursed and blew out a breath and pulled back from his body.

I rubbed my nose and continued cursing. 

"What?"

I raised my hand telling him to wait so that I could breath normally. I let myself fall on the floor, landing on my butt. I sighed.

"Do you normally breath like a bitch?" he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. His arms folded against his chest. Disgust written all over his face.

I immediately glared at him

"Shut up. I have something important to tell you."

"I'm running out of condoms come another day, Callister.  Anything else?"

"You! Ugh.  I'm not talking about that!" my face flushed red, I fidgeted under his gaze awkwardly.

"Then what do I owe you this time?"

"Your mother is coming to visit us in less than an hour." I raised my hand and tapped my wrist with two fingers as in there was a watch.

And then that infamous smirk slipped off, his expression morphed into one of shock.

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck." I rolled my eyes at him.

I didn't know how we were talking so normally after what happened last night.

"You need to act like a normal person, and not like a monkey who jumps on his wife everytime she's near, just for god's sake." I pleaded looking expectantly at him.

He watched me for a moment before his lips curved up in a smirk.

What was he upto now? God,  how do I put a leash on his mischevious mind!

"Okay?" I asked and stood up and patted off the dust from my jeans.

Grey wall-length curtains caught my attention. I couldn't see the whole of them or anything else in the room. Just a glimpse of grey did enough to make the eagerness rise inside of me. I wanted to know how his room looked like. I leaned sideways to look into his room.
With lightening speed Asher moved in front of me and blocked my view he cleared his throat, a frown plastered on his face.

"Are you done?" he questioned sternly.

"Yeah" I almost whispered, I jerked back as he shut the door making a loud noise, in my face. My good mood was immediately gone.

I hurried in my room and quickly stripped out of my clothes and headed to take a shower. After brushing my teeth, I stood under the hot shower and sighed in relief as my muscles started to relax . I didn't know what Asher was going to in front of his mother.

Hope he ask for a divorce.

Shaking my head at the thought I came out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me.

The first thing I did as I came out of the bathroom was to look at the time.

11:30 a.m

I quickly yanked out the first thing I saw that was a simple baby pink sundress. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair after slipping the dress. I left my face be free of any makeup.

Adjusting the towel around my head I made my way downstairs and almost laughed out loud as I saw what Asher was doing, he was collecting all the beer bottles from the floor and the cabinet. His wet hair were curled at the tip and were falling on his forehead as he bend down to pick the bottles. He was panicking and I loved that.

He was wearing a black dress shirt with a pair of dark blue denims. The tension was clear on his face. He looked so anxious.

I decided to cook spaghetti and meatballs, which I was going to cook last night before his son harassed me.

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11:55 a.m

The spheggati was done and the meatballs and sauce were half way. It smelled amazing.

" Wife,what are you making? "

I cringed at his words. I knew he was just making fun of me. His words made my gut twist.

"Asshole." I mumbled under my breath and continued stirring the sauce.

"Ah. Do you like me behind you?" I yelped on my spot at his voice. I didn't notice him making his way to me, he was leaning beside me, against the counter, smirking.

"What do you want?"

"Y--" the door bell chimed cutting him off.

"Scarlett's here" I smiled "go get it." I motioned with the spatula in my hand. He scowled for nothing.

"Whatever. " he scowled for nothing . I gasped as he pulled the towel quickly off my head making my hair fall down freely, and walked out of the kitchen while rubbing it on his head.

God...This idiot.

"Sophie!" My name rang around the house not a moment later I saw Scarlett entering the kitchen with the brightest smile on her face and brown paper bag in her hand.

Turning off the stove I almost ran to her and engulfed her in my arms. I missed her. I missed her motherly touch. My mom lived far from the city I only saw her on the weekends and sometimes at the end of the month, I missed her love, but Scarlett here made me feel that love again.

"How are you dear?"

"I'm fine" I smiled. "I missed you" my eyes sting with tears.

I was being too emotional these days. Maybe it was from all the things that had landed themselves on me.

I pulled back and my eyes wandered towards Asher who was leaning against the kitchen door frame watching us intently.
His hands were folded against his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. His gaze was calculating something which I didn't know.

Before he could catch my eyes I looked away.

"Oh yes! I got this for you two"
She handed me the
Brown paper bag.

"Chocolate and orange candy cookies" My mouth immediately watered only at the name.

"Asher loves cookies."

I didn't know why, but I had the strong urge to burst into fits of laughter at her words. Funny. This brooding, tall dark handsome man, tough and most of the time furious and horny had a sweet corner for cookies.

"Oh." was all I could say. I bit my lip to hide the wide smile that was going to make an appearance anytime soon. I looked at Asher and noticed pink tints on his cheeks. Well... Well. The corner of my lips tugged up in a smirk.

"Oh, yes he told me how much he loved cookie, right my cookie dough?" I almost cooed while smirking the whole time.

He clenched his jaw and glared at me. The look on his face clearly said I-will-kill-you.

"Right muffin." he replied and my eyes widen. One thing I couldn't deny was I really liked being called muffin by him. It warmed something inside me.

"You both are so cute!" Scarlett squealed in delight, grabbing our attention.

"Yes, I know I am." Asher's gaze fell on me and he smiled evilly.

Cute?

He called himself cute. Really?

I shook my head. Nothing could be done with this man, he was simply impossible.

"Let's take this talk to the living room, I'm tired" Scarlett suggested. I nodded quickly.

"Okay let me get something to drink for you"

"Sure, why not." Scarlett walked out of the kitchen and tugged on Asher's hand on the way out.
I noticed the change in Asher's behaviour. He was pretty quiet like he didn't want his mother to see the real us. Like he didn't wanted to reveal the truth of our relationship. All just for Scarlett's sake . He wanted his mother to be happy. Good thing atleast he cared for someone.

One thing I knew was Asher wouldn't let this go by easily.
This nut was going to drive me crazy for sure.

With glasses filled with orange juice, I made my way towards the living room to see Sophie sitting on the recliner. I almost gagged at her.

Your son nearly did the dirty deeds there, yesterday.

I wanted to tell her but I kept my mouth shut and walked upto them.

"Sophie come take a seat. Asher was just telling me about you."

I stilled for a moment. Asher telling about me? Why did it sound so fishy to me.

"What?" I tried to be as calm as possible

"Nothing much, he told me about your obsession with er...soil."

My eyes bulged out at her words .My jaw cracked and was on the floor somewhere.

I blinked at her.

"There's no problem dear, you can roll in it, but just don't eat it, it's not healthy . I know a Michelin star chef who makes edible artificial soil we can go there someday and you can have plenty of soil then." She gave me a tight smile. I knew what exactly was going on in her mind. I just knew it!

I knew she was thinking- is she crazy! dear god save my son. Amen.

My blood immediately started boiling. I narrowed my gaze Asher who had a wide boyish grin on his face.

If the situation wasn't serious or if I wouldn't have been pissed off, I would have been swooning looking at his beautiful face. He wasn't a Greek God like people like to describe their interest. He was human with flaws. But without a doubt a masterpiece, created by God himself, sculpted in the best way possible.

Dammit what was I thinking!
I shook my head and looked at Scarlett. My face was red from being embarrassed and more red because of the unnecessary thoughts about Asher.

"Um -I'll keep that in mind." I told her took a seat across both of them right in front of Asher. I let my wet hair curtain my red face from both of them.

"Sophie, why don't you go and sit beside Asher?" even before I could make myself comfortable in the sofa, Scarlett's voice cut in.

"Yes muffin what are you doing there? come here to your cookie dough."

Why can't I just jump over the table and at him? I really wanted to beat the shit out of him. But who was I kidding. He didn't just made those muscles for show afterall. I was sure he was going to have large belly soon, because all I see him do was to stare aimlessly at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. I was eagerly waiting for the day when my husband would look like he was carrying triplets.

Clearing all the thoughts away, I stood up when all I wanted to do was to tell him to fuck off. I sat down beside him maintaining space between us.

"So--"a startled squeak which left my mouth, as Asher's arms snaked around my waist and pulled me against his side, cut Scarlett. I almost jumped out of my skin.

I immediately looked up at Scarlett.

"Ah, sorry Scarlett, so what we're you saying?" I smiled at Scarlett while I slowly grabbed Asher's hand that was on my waist and dug my nails into his skin, keeping a straight face. I didn't even dare to look at him. It was surprising that he didn't respond.
He was siting there like nothing happened.

"First of all l, Miss don't call me Scarlett, call me mom."

Asher tensed beside me. I squeezed his hand even more. Call her mom, guess Asher didn't like the idea,his body language was saying it all. But I couldn't say no to this at any cost

I nodded with wide eyes.
"Okay, mom."

She immediately beamed at my words. I smiled at her and tried to shift away from Asher which only made his grip tightened around me.

"So, how are you both?" she looked at both of us and then her eyes moved down to my side where Asher's hand was.

"We are good, absolutely." I gave her a tight smile.

Scarlett and Asher started talking back and forth, more of her talking and Asher giving monotonous reply. From what I concluded there was a family dinner on next Sunday which I had to attend as his wife, of course. This marriage was still a secret, no one except Scarlett knew about it in the Grayson family. Only the thought of meeting his family had my stomach in knots. So many people, strangers to be exact whom I was related to now. Will they accept me? Argh, I don't know.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my hip. I looked down to see Asher's thumb moving in circles on my hip. My heart was suddenly stammering and my stomach clenched at the sensation his touch was causing. Asher didn't care, he was still talking to Scarlett. But his movement didn't stop. My breath hitched in my throat when all his long than fingers started massaging my side with pressure. Good pressure. It felt so good that I started leaning towards Asher my side resting on his front, but not completely. The speed increased, my skin was burning by now.

I knew what was coming next, a moan. Fuck.

I immediately sat straight and moved away from his front. Goodness! what was happening to me? My hand curled around his wrist to yank it away but couldn't. His fingers didn't stop moving just slowed down.

Argh.

This stupid person sitting beside me with a messed up mind who called himself cute, was going to have me buried deep under the ground.

"Cute?" I whispered to myself

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes "as cute as a guinea pig"

As soon as those words left my mouth Asher's head whipped towards me. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You are as cute as a guinea pig." I repeated with a smile, lowly only for him to hear.

"Something wrong with that?"

"No, nothing."

I dug my nails again in his skin. My eyes were patiently waiting for a reaction from him but God he didn't even flinch. He just stared back with a straight face.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"No. Not at all. Not that position. I don't want to hurt you in any way muffin. The upside-down one is better."
It took me sometime to get it to my head what he just said, and when it finally registered ,I declared myself dead. Officially. My brain was numb by his words. My mouth was hanging open. My skin tingled and my legs clenched.

"Hurt? What's wrong with Sophie." Scarlett asked Asher innocently.

I managed to shake my head still dazed with shock.

"It's okay it really okay, even if you give me a handjo--"

"Okay, okay" I gasped and cut him off. What was wrong with him. He was discussing about sex in front of his mother. He simply gave me a smug look.

"I'm fine, Mom." I told Scarlett with an assuring smile. She gave me a soft smile.

"But yes. I don't mind sixty--" my hand came flying and landed on his mouth to shut him up. I glared at the bastard, I hated him so much at that moment. I wanted to pull his tongue out of his mouth.

Scarlett cleared her throat again.

The pink on her cheeks indicated that she got the idea of what her son was talking about.

"I see you both are getting along."

Asher looked at me and grinned devilishly

"Yes mother we are getting it on."

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Did anyone notice, Scarlett knows Sixty-bucks-Mine

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