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I woke as if it was an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heartbeat was fast and there was a buzzing in my brain. That was the rhythm of my entire night. Even in my sleep I was restless, or I was scared Hunter would go through with his threat and suffocate me with a pillow. Perhaps what scared me most was my father finding out I was married because I got myself drunk.

This whole thing was a complete mess and it seemed I had no way of salvaging it. I buried my face in one of thousands of pillows on the bed and gave out a muffled scream. I sat up and gave the pillows a good punching but they were saved by the ringing of my phone. I answered, rubbing my neck to get the tension out.

"What?" I asked.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" Vanessa enquired sarcastically.

"I slept in Hunter's condo, of course I woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I responded.

"Well, I've good news so you don't have to be so mean to me."

"What is it?"

"I put a carton of milk in your fridge yesterday." Vanessa said then squealed loudly, making me wince. 

"What do I do with it?" I asked.

"Make pancakes for your husband," she answered then I cringed.

"Ew gross, why on earth would I do that?" I asked.

"Because it's bad milk, it expired like three weeks ago. Hunter's going to have a stomach ache if he eats it." she laughed. "Genius right?"

"Isn't that a little too much?" I asked, standing up from the queen size bed. The walls of the bedroom were painted dim grey, along with the ceiling and the door, as well as the small walk in closet. A study desk stood to the far right of the room with a night lamp on it, a painting of the ocean hanging right above. I walked to the walk in closet and opened it. It was filled with Hunter's t-shirts and leather jackets. You guessed it, they were all black.

"No, it's completely fine," she assured me in a high pitched voice. Nessa talks like that when she's lying.

"I don't think I should do it." I took one of the leather jackets out of the closet and frowned at it.

"Do you want Hunter and his stupid, retarded friend to win?"

"Well no but—"

"But do it."

"Nessa." I sighed heavily.

"Those two have something planned Alex and I can feel it's horrible. Take them down before they take us down," she suggested. "Gotta go, see you on campus." she hung up.

"Love you too." I shook my head, rolled my eyes and threw the phone back on the bed. "What a complete douche," I said, referring to Hunter and his stupid black leather jacket. I arched an eyebrow. "Actually, it looks quite good." I sniffed it. "Idiot." I shook my head and shoved it back into the closet.

Nessa was right, the boys definitely had something up their sleeves but as much as I hated Hunter, giving him food poisoning was dangerous and besides, cooking was too much work. I was going to be the bigger person and stay in my lane. For the three months we had to stay together, I was going to try not to pick fights.

His condo was very nice, it was dark and sleek, fitting for a bachelor. I wondered where he got the money to afford the place. Life was so unfair, he was hot and probably rich. Don't tell anyone I said Hunter was hot.

I took a nice, hot shower. It was relaxing after the night I had, I walked out in a bathroom robe then walked to the small suitcase I brought with me. I didn't bring too many things to his apartment because I didn't want to feel comfortable

"Where are my bras and panties?" I asked myself, searching the compartment I kept all my undergarments in but nothing. I looked around, I didn't find them in the closet. I even searched under the bed but nothing, so I proceeded to the hall, that's when I saw the unspeakable.

"Hunter," I growled as silently as possible. They had plastered my stuff on the wall. "Why would you do this?" I whined, stomping my feet on the floor in a very childish way. I spoke a bunch of insults underneath my breath as I removed my undergarments from the wall. Remember when I was unsure about the pancakes, well now all my doubts were gone, along with it any plans I had of being the bigger person. I was going to teach him a lesson. A painful, gut-wrenching one.

After an hour or two, I was done making the pancakes and they looked so weird, not only because of my horrible cooking, but the milk. Only a fool would fall for this breakfast trick but guess who was a fool? Hunter Cullen.

I smiled at myself, looking at the pancakes, the strawberries and the orange juice. I went back to the room I was sleeping in and changed out of the robe into my outfit for the day, which was black jeans and a white crop top. To mess with him, I took one of Hunter's leather jackets and put it on. That was the cherry on top of the cake.

I went back to the kitchen and immediately after, Hunter walked out of his room in his PJs then I held my breath. His face had that faraway look in it, which could not be described in words, but if I were to guess, maybe he was feeling disoriented from sleep.

"Good morning —" I stopped.

He frowned. "Why are you talking to me?"

By his PJs, I meant his pants and nothing else. He was shirtless. He looked like he had spent time at the gym but not too much. He had all the muscles but not the bulk. He stepped an inch closer and cut an intimidating presence: stocky and wide-chested.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said, his voice deep and hoarse.

I let out a shaky exhale. "You look like a werewolf, you should shave," I joked to cover my embarrassment.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He just arched his brows for a moment then cleared his throat, that small smile at the corner of his lips not obvious to the usual onlooker. "Why are you wearing my jacket?"

"Because." I shrugged. "What's yours is mine."

He chuckled. "You look good."

"Shut up," I said.

"When someone compliments you, you're supposed to say thank you, like a lady," he said, unable to keep himself from smiling.

"Then I'm not a lady, Hunter. I'm a man. You married a man. There, happy?" I asked rhetorically and he rolled his eyes.

"What's all this?" He pointed to the breakfast I'd made.

"Well since we're married now, I'd like us to bury the hatchet." I paused, walking to him. "You know, live in peace," I added, walking him back to the kitchen stools around the counter. I helped him take his seat and began to serve him.

"You've poisoned the food, haven't you?" he asked. "As revenge because I tapped your—" he stopped.

"Yes, I know what you've done, you creep but I don't think you and I fighting will be productive so I've decided to be the bigger person. I won't fight with you, neither will I retaliate. This breakfast is a peace offering," I lied. "It's not poisoned." I picked up one layer of pancake, putting it in my mouth to remove all the doubts he had. Plot twist, I made that pancake separately with a perfectly good milk. I swallowed then smirked at him.

"See Swan, this is how I'd like to see you." He smiled, stuffing his face with food. "If you do this every morning then I assure you that you and I won't have any problems for the three months we have to stay together," he said, gulping down orange juice then I smirked, an evil smirk. All this wouldn't have happened if he hadn't taped my panties and bras on the wall.

"You are so right, dear husband." I patted his shoulder.

"I know I am." he chuckled. "Pancakes taste kinda funny."

"Well, I have a class so have fun." I took my bag then headed for the door.

"You'll be making me lunch right?" He yelled as I opened the door. He was an idiot, seriously.

"Yes Hunter." I rolled my eyes, walking out then slammed the door. When I got out of the building, I called the mastermind, Vanessa.

"Hey," she called.

"Hunter's eating the food."

"Sweet."

"If he dies, Nessa."

"Don't feel bad, he's going to do something even worse."

"Well he kinda already did."

"Really?"

"I'll tell you when I see you."

"Yeah sure," she paused. "I met this guy called Kevin, he's so cool."

"That's what you say about every guy."

"I mean it this time."

"I'll see you later. Love you, bye." I hung up.