The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 21 Bold and Beauty

Diana Wittaker's cottage is as typical as any cottage in the village. Its asymmetrical, one-to-one-and-a-half-story dwellings with low-pitched gable roofs and small covered porches represent that part of life that is either a warm life or in her case a low-lying spot away from civilization. I am sticking to the latter part because hers is creepy, unlike other homely vibes.

I turn away from my extremely hard and red Husband of mine and approach Diana's porch. Something is very wrong with me. I have never been this bold to show intimacy. I don't know how to show something I haven't received for a long time. 

After, Mom's death affection, intimacy, and caring became words to me. They didn't feel as powerful as they did when she was alive. Most of my adolescent and teenage years have gone in fear that now I forgot how to show one.

When he said he would make our marriage work, the same marriage that is a joke in the eyes of the law. At one point we were lawfully wedded- had Mr. and Mrs. attached to our name, but never have been together, never lived together, never slept together, never catered feelings of love and then we got divorced? How can he make a thing work when it has been doomed from the start? I questioned, that until I heard his confidence in his words. 

"I will crawl to you," 

God, how can he say things like that and not expect me to react? I shook my head before I thought about his lips and the little bite I took of him. The feeling so new but so familiar. It's like I never want to take my lips away from him. And that itself is a scary realization. I loudly knocked on the door, both to remind myself of my mission and the lady inside hiding from the eyes of the world. 

Asher very closely followed me. "You wanna step back and let me handle this?" 

I side glance. "Why would I do that? If it wasn't for me relaying this message to you, you wouldn't be here. Note that,"

"And Mi Zorro I am utterly grateful for that. But this is not a joke and I rather not take any chances with you. So step back and let me deal," 

"Try to remove me and I'll fucking break your nose," I put my hands on my hips. "And why do you keep calling me Mi Zorro? I am not a fox,"

"First," he says stepping into my personal space and pushing me away from the door. I swat his hand and twist within his hold but nothing mattered against his giant bear figurine. "Hit me however you want but I am not letting anything happen to you on my watch. It's not a mock at your strength but my protectiveness. You get it?"

"I can protect myself thank you very much. I've been doing that for more than two and half a fucking decades," I say. It is true. I have been here for myself. I have shielded myself from Benedict, the aftermath of signing the contracts and now even after becoming a serial killer, I am here for myself, protecting and putting my safety first. 

Asher cups my cheek putting a spell over my overthinking thoughts, "I know that. I know you're much more capable of protecting yourself but that doesn't mean I can't. I was never given a choice at the beginning of our marriage to be there for you but now that I am here, and that fucking contract doesn't exist, I will do whatever I can to make sure you're fine. I don't care whether you like it or not but either way, you're getting it and I am doing it," 

Asher's eyes were too much sincere for my own good. I couldn't doubt him but his mere protectiveness broke a layer of shield in me; Independency. Before him, I had no one. I had to depend on myself however, his words and those eyes held so much honesty and warmth in them that I didn't even realize the walls I had built for myself were starting to crumble. 

"You're going to protect me?" I ask in a low voice. A whisper of surety I needed to hear. 

He nods still holding my cheeks.