Guilty Pleasures [Completed]

Chapter 2

I heard a multiple knocks on the door before I placed the mop down and walked to the living room. It's the our second day after we moved in. Like the usual Eren already left for work without waking me up.

I opened the front door and was surprised by an unknown man that's standing infront of the opened door.
Behind him, was Historia and her girlfriend.

"Y/N! GOOD MORNING!" Historia greeted energetically and planted a hug. I pulled out in an instant and gave her a chuckle.

"Good Morning. I haven't bathe yet and I'm working, I probably smell like a sweat." I warned sweat.

"No?" Historia giggled and sniffed me. "You smell like perfu--" Ymir pulled her from me and glared at me. I raised my hand, showing her the ring and that I have no interest on hitting Historia up.

I looked at the blonde man beside them as he scratched his head and bowed in a low angle.

"I forgot," Historia went away from Ymir and held the blonde man's shoulder. "This is Armin, the one I mentioned yesterday. We'll help you unpack, how's that sound?"

I smiled and nodded. "That's very helpful." I said and looked at Armin with a smile. "Nice too meet you, I'm Y/N." I offered a hand which he gladly accepted.

"Pleasure is all mine. Armin Arlert."

Historia and Ymir immediately went inside as I accompany Armin inside the house. Boxes are still scattered that both Historia and Ymir unpacked.

"Are you sure it's not bothering? Perhaps you guys are busy?" I asked with concern. Historia slumped herself on the floor and shook her hand.

"Not at all. We love unboxing." She giggled.

"I heard you're married." Armin talked behind me. "Must be hard for you and you're husband." He said. I turned my head and shook it.

"Not really. We can get some workers and pay them but I just want to sweat a little. But it's be good if Eren isn't busy, though."

He stopped and stared at the large wedding frame that was hung on the wall. I stepped beside him and joined him admire the frame.

"That's my husband, Eren." I said, watching him trace the gold frame and looked up to the photo.

"No way," He mummbled. I furrowed my brows and looked at him. He looked at me with an unbelievable eyes. "You're married to Eren?"

I subconciously nodded. "Yeah.."

"Like, Eren Jeager?!" He looked back to the frame with his mouth, parted.

"Yeah.."

In this small world, It couldn't be help that people would likely be surprised if the Jeager Corps' CEO is already married.

A lot of same reactions that I recieved, looking back at our college reunion. I understand them. Eren is most likely admired by women way back in college.

"I didn't know, Eren is married." His lips curled in a smile, glancing at the frame once again. "Eren is like my sworn-brother. Mikasa, Eren and I are childhood buddies. You probably know her right?"

My eyes widened in excitement as I nodded repeatedly. "No way," It felt like my eyes glistened as I looked at him smile. I never knew that I'll be meeting someone who really know Eren besides his parents.

"Yeah." He chuckled manly and went to stare back at the frame. "I lost contact at him at college. I never heard about him, or that he got married."

I chuckled. "Mhm. It was a closed wedding. Just our family and friends."

Eren was indeed a transferee in my school back in first year college. The same year Eren and I dated.