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Tru King
Waking up to the sound of Ashtons even morning breathing beside me just added to my happiness. I was no longer Miss Tru Colton, I was Mrs Tru King. I was fucking married!
Ashton stired slightly when I tried to get out of his grasp only moments ago so I decided to sit a while longer. Sure, it wasn't the best birthday present, but it went a whole damn lot better than what I thought it would. I reached over to take my phone off charge and check messages.
As I reached my phone Ashtons hand gripped over mine. I never even felt him move. "Good morning Mrs King." He rasped. So sexy. "Good morning Mr King." He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. "And what exactly are you doing awake right now?" He asked. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was only 5:30am, I must have been excited to wake up or something.
"I don't know. I guess I was just excited to see my husbands face." I held his face in my hands, smooshing them together. He chuckled, taking my hands off his face and kissing them softly. "Now that we're married, are you always going to be this cringed?" I scrunched my nose. "Whatever." He smirked, pulling away and slipping out of bed. His firm ass tensed when he stretched out to the morning sun beating in.
"You better hope no one walks in." I reminded him, as I too slipped out of the sheets. He turned, un-bothered by his nakedness. "Do I look like I care?" I rolled my eyes, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on.
After a longer than necessary shower we both stepped out dried off and went to the closet to get ready for the day. "What are you doing today?" I asked him as I picked out a mid-length white shirt dress, a small Gucci belt and black Steve Madden heels.
"We are going to get our wedding rings." I furrowed my brows at him, walking out of the closet and to the bedroom. He followed. "Your not working today?" He shook his head with a sly grin. "We have celebrating to do my love." I grinned at him, taking my time putting on my lingerie set and then my outfit. I curled my hair and let it frame my face, before applying a thin layer of make up.
Ashton said he had a few things to do before we left for our rings which I didn't argue with. I took the morning to make breakfast for everyone else while Ashton tied up so loose ends with whatever.
Maverick entered the kitchen, rubbing his temples and carrying a folder. "Hey." I mused, flipping the bacon over. "Morning Tru." He said half heartedly. I poured him a cup of coffee and slid it across the marble counter to him. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"That sick bastard of a cousin, Ashton has!" I assume we are talking about Richard. I think since the whole kidnap and take advantage of me situation occurred Maverick hasn't really processed the effect it has on the family. Maverick is really the father figure I never had. Sure, Andre Colton my biological father was there...but I always had a deeper relationship with Maverick.
