Chapter 110 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
Ashley’s pov
I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface. “What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?” Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge.
He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt. 1
Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose?
“We?” I question with amusement, pulling out the baking soda and flour out of the cupboard then place them beside the eggs. I turn to Blake scowling when he chugged down the orange juice when I noticed that he hadn’t bothered to pour it into a glass.
“The last time I made you help me you forgot to add salt.” I pointed out. He moves the box away from his mouth, wipes his mouth using the back of his hand and grins at me. “Oh come on baby it still tasted fucking fantastic.” He boasts, placing the orange juice back into the fridge.
I snorted.” Yeah because I added more flavor to it.” I pointed out, walking over to the cupboard to draw out a big bowl. I turn to Blake and point at the draw closer to him.” Could you take a whisk in there for me?”
He raised a brow, smirking.” You’re being extra rude today, where’s the please?” a tad bit more annoying. It’s a cute handing the whisk. His eyes glinted with playfulness.”Say, thank ingredients. I turn smile.”‘Thank you fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his
ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing with mirth. I tilt my head and run a singer down his bare chest “Well you have a fantastic
the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have now gone a shade darker with
bringing my hands to the bag of flour that I could easily open with one hand.
“Well not had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you only married
I married you because I so happen to love your annoying and cocky ass.” I giggled, slapping
eyes. He’d definitely get me back but right now I didn’t want to get dirty. I backed away and froze when he lifts his head. “Oh you’re going to pay for that.” He
squealed ducking out of the way when an egg flew towards my face. “Blake, you’re going to clean this all on your laughs, sending another my way. It
Really that’s the best you could come up with? I really didn’t want to have to clean off eggs from my chuckles. I gulp seeing his feet now
*Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, mirth leaking out of his voice.
1 froze slowly looking up. He smirked wickedly and crouched before me. I smile sweetly. Cringing inwardly at the thought of having to clean up eggs off my body. “Blake we can talk about thi –
I pasp wlien I feel the slight shock of having the eggs crack on my head then cringe when I feel die eres quickly drench the top of my hair. The yellow liquid slowly trail down my hair lines, Lo my face and even coated my lashes
i klared at klakk who was laughing his ass off at my predicament, “Thanks I needed that extra protein” said sarcastically then frowned when he suddenly stopped laughing and stared at the stk
Meblinks, furrowing his brows in confusion then groans clutching the sides of his head in pain “Blake, are you okay?” I asked in worry, forgetting about the eggs and coming over to him i held his shoulders not knowing what to do as he grunted in pain.
He sits down on the floor, hissing and clutching his head. “Ley.” He says softly. Frightened and worried I began to shake him, realizing that he was almost in a hallucinating state.
“Don’t let them get to your head Ley, they’re just jealous.” He murmurs softly, still clutching his head and wincing. My brows furrowed confused beyond belief.
“Blake, Blake can you hear me?” I called out and gasp when his eyes closed then his enire body slumps. Quickly coming to his aid, I hold his body, slowly and carefully placing him down on the floor. My heart pounds as panic froze my entire body. 4
What the hell just happened? 7
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