The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 87

Aidan

''Good morning! Rise and shine, sweetheart. You got to go to work today so get that beautiful perky ass up,'' I say with a smile plastered on my face as I see her snuggling closer towards the pillows surrounding her, groaning in her sleep.

With one hand in my slacks' pocket, I look down at her as she enjoys her sleep. The way she has the comforter wrapped around her body like a burrito has somehow managed to make me chuckle early in the morning. Even though her hair is a mess and sticking out in different directions with her face slightly oily from her night skincare routine, she seems to be peacefully calm which eases me.

Yet, I still find her the most beautiful woman alive.

Going down on one knee, I lean closer towards her before pushing her hair away from her face; but not even receiving a single movement which causes me to poke her cheek, once, twice and even thrice.

Kenna groans as she starts to open her eyes, looking directly at me with confusion before glancing down at my outfit—seeing that I'm ready and well-dressed for my day at the office which causes her to sit up straight, ''I'm late for work!'' She exclaims, pushing the comforter away.

I laugh, watching her panic as she starts to run towards her room—her old room where she used to stay before things started to get pretty heat up between us more precisely, serious. When we got back from Paris, we immediately started to share the same bed in the same bedroom but couldn't find the time to move all of her clothes to my room because . . . well there are a few reasons:

1) She has a lot of clothes.

2) Don't forget her collection of shoes.

3) Have I said anything about her makeup? She did shop a lot at Sephora at least once a month but I haven't seen her went there ever since we got married.

4) Yes, her handbags.

5) There are just a lot of shit. Let me remind that she didn't bring the rest of her stuff from her own apartment . . . yet.

So . . . we might be turning her old room into her own private closet which will be discussed later in the future. For now, we'll be sleeping together in my bedroom for the rest of our lives. That way, I can easily know if there's anything wrong with her, with us.

Within seconds, I have made my way towards her to wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to my body as she continues to panic; her eyes wandering around the room to look for a certain something. ''Baby, you're not late.'' I say.

Her blue eyes shot up to look into mine, ''What do you mean? Of course I'm late. You're all ready for work and I'm still in my pyjamas,'' She replies with a pout, letting me tap onto the bridge of her nose which causes her to grin; her cheeks heating up.