The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 27 Fears that bring us closer

"What?" I dumbfoundedly look at him,

"Don't argue Mi Zorro. If you think I'll leave you alone after tonight then you're in a big delusion. I am not letting you away from my eyes, now that I know that son of a bitch is making his moves,"

"Asher-"

"Don't even try. I am not letting you compromise your safety anymore. You are living with me and that's final. Whatever things we need to decide we can once we're at my place. You want a different room, separate beds, whatever it is, I'll make it happen but you're coming with me. You understand?"

"Asher-"

"That's it," The big caveman didn't even let me finish and carried me on his shoulder. I squeaked when he lifted me and held me upside down on his broad back. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I say to his butt. Nice round butt. 

"I gave you your options but you didn't choose so I am taking you anyway,"

"Just listen to me you hulk of a man," I slap his butt and he stopped walking. 

"Did you just slap my butt?"

"Yes, that's for your over-running testosterone. What are you going to do about it?"

The answer was received with a slap on my butt. I shrieked and lifted my head, my hair falling in front of my face like curtains. "You didn't just slap my butt,"

"What are you going to do about it?" he said, amusement touching his tone.

"Put me down,"

"No,"

I shake my legs, "Put me down, Asher,"

"No,"

"Put me down or..."

"Or what?"

"Or," I look at my option while dangling off his arms like a princess. "Or I'll bite your ass,"

"Following your due fantasies, are we honey?"

"Put me down, caveman," I squeezed his butt. A laugh erupts from me at the situation. We just faced an explosion and here are we, squeezing and slapping each other's butt. My body shakes on his arm and I feel his shake of head at the disbelief. 

When Asher finally puts me down, I hold his forearms as blood from my head evens out. I was still laughing while he held me, "You're really impulsive, do you know that?" I say looking up, "I was going to say yes but you had to be all Hulk and carry me,"

"Well, when there's a burning vehicle next to you and sirens in the distance there's hardly any time to think. It's a go-go situation, Mi Zorro,"

"Yeah after we finally witness the Wham!" I roll my lips in,

"You joking, right?" 

"Humor is the best medicine at the time of crisis. Learn from Chandler," I say and begin walking to the exit. 

Asher leads me toward his car. 

"So you're fine living with me?" He asks checking his own car because we're that paranoid and I want to live a little longer than die by circumstantial explosion.

"I mean we're married. We should've lived together a long time ago," I say thinking about Klaus's note and his request to stay out tonight. I was looking for a hotel to crash but why not stay with my husband of five and a half years? I should at least get a view of the bachelor kingdom he had when we were together. 

I want to see his part of the house as provided by the contract to us. Mine was a stupid penthouse. That's right, give the acrophobic girl a hundred-storey penthouse. It doesn't matter if every day feels like living on the edge of a cliff or constantly thinking about falling with invisible creepy spiders crawling up your neck. What matters is the contract and its stupid, life-controlling, emotional baggage-worthy terms and conditions.