My Secret Husband (Forbidden Relationship)

Episode 3: "G.O.D."

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Blayne's POV

Do you feel sometimes there's someone who keeps on staring, or even following you? I must be getting paranoid.... Why would someone stalk an 18 year old middle class girl, it's not like my mom and I are filthy rich.

I keep on having this annoying feeling, that it's happening to me. But I don't want to pay any attention on it anymore, mom's 38th birthday is coming up and I want it to be perfect.

Should I tell him? Nah it's not important as what kind of cake should we have for the party. It's must be my imagination running wild again.

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A week had past and mom's birthday is only three days away, so I've decided to go the nearest supermarket and do some grocery with Sam. Me and Em decided to cook all of her favourite foods so I have already made a list of what to buy.

"So how's your hubby?" Sam asked while picking what colo of bell pepper we should use (she's obsessed about what's colour is best or not).

"EW! Stop with the hubby term, it gives me the creeps." I exclaimed, rubbing both of my goosebumps arms.

"Oh stop it your such a whiner, I don't know what Emmett see in you" She was starting to giggle as we walked into the fruit aisle when I accidentally touched a banana.

"Here go eat a banana you hyena!" OH GOD!

She burst out loud laughing making my face burn. I hope she choke from laughter I grin at the thought.

"Babe, I don't eat a banana, I suck it." She proclaimed slapping her leg while still laughing uncontrollably.

"Holy cow you pervert stop!" Covering my ears I saw a group of elder women who was looking at us with disapproving eyes.

Grabbing her arm before some customer reports us for being a nuisance into a canned and sauces aisle. She was still laughing and I just stared, waiting for her to calm down before she drives me completely crazy.

"Fusilli or Spaghetti?"

"Are you cooking that G?" she asked as she wipes tears from her eyes.

"I'm asking your opinion that's why I bought you here silly!" I rolled my eyes, sighing as I smile sweetly.

"Yeah right"

"Back to topic which one is better?"

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I think I've aged fifteen more years whenever we do shopping together. As I neared our house I notice a midnight Dodge Challenger parked in front of our lawn meaning his back from their meeting.

Taking off my sneakers on the doorway I put it beside where his dress shoes are as I call his attention. No one's answering so his probably sleeping.

As I begun unpacking and shelving the groceries, I stealthy went towards our bedroom and took a peek inside.

Yeah, Sam is right I can't believe what Emmett sees in me to even marry me! His just... Arghh it's so hard to explain! Like everyone always stop what their doing whenever his around, like flies in a flame. Tall, grey eyes, a body whose not very muscular, just right.

His russian ancestry does really shows in his face; chiseled face, cropped hair, broad shoulder... I shiver at the thought, shaking myself as I tiptoe to the kitchen.

Grabbing a chair I've settled it down carefully not wanting him to wake up, as I stood up getting two pans from the pantry. Stupid pantry! Too high for me to reach and I'm 5'4 okay, not that short though bummer.