The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 35 Best Morning

The first thing I heard when I started waking up was the sound of a microwave bell. It was faint almost light. If it wasn't for the silence I probably wouldn't have heard it. The second thing that break my sleep was the sun light coming directly at my face. Or rather my eyes.

I bring my palm up and shade my eyes, squinting it open. Slowly, almost like a zombie I drag myself up and sit up, taking a look around of the room.

White floral curtains, beige carpet, ceramic pots with oh my, real plants? I looked at the left side of the room where two white door stood at an even distance. One was half open that I try to glance through the space and found some clothes on the floor concluding it to be a closet. 

The other should be a bathroom then. 

Now, well rested and no ache in my arm I remove the pillows from me and shrug the blanket off as the need to use my legs and walk after sleeping for thirty years pin me. I got up from the bed and go to the dresser. 

"Huh," I look at myself. Relaxed and composed. My eyes felt lighter than I can remember, my hair was braided but the sleep had made a lot of strands to come out from the locks and create a sexy messy look. Knowing who could've pampered me like this, a smile forms on my lips.

The after-effects of the medicine have completely been washed off of me. I feel good and energized but hungry. Following my guts, I open the door on the right and immediately the smell of something delicious covers my nose. I take a sniff and quickly follow the source where it is coming.

I was so hungry and into this smell that I didn't take a time to look around the place I was. Like a kid, I skipped through the stairs and walked into a giant living room. Marble floors, expensive chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking to a private garden. Or more like a field. I can't tell, it's very large and very green.

Numerous people in black uniform with sunglasses and Bluetooth earpieces walk around the area telling me the place is highly secured and heavily guarded. 

Shaking off the bulky black uniform dudes who don't melt my insides, no offense they are all good-looking but nothing like my man who brings out my juices with one look. As if sensing I was thinking about him, the devil emerges from behind one of the pillars. 

Suddenly all the thought about him getting me wet becomes too raw on my skin. I feel exposed as if he can read my dirty thoughts printed on every part of me. Only for him to read and for him to ruin, however I couldn't think much past them as my brain stopped processing the alphabet for a second and numbed my whole body with the gorgeous view in front of me. 

Asher comes to me wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. His entire upper body was on display for my eyes. The hidden treasure and the object of my dirty desires stare at me. From his left chest covered in black ink to those hard rock abs shaping like large pebbles on his torso, I am tempted. So utterly and shamelessly enticed I don't even hide that I am checking him out.

I let myself explore the work of my art that is my husband, the dangerous V cut of his that goes down where pleasure lies. Tilting my head, I look at his exposed forearm and saw tattoo for the first time. 

His left was inked entirely till his elbows. A picture of an Alpha wolf resides on his left peck staring right into my eyes with so much intensity. So much power, it oozes confidence and leadership. Followed by a trail of serpent rings at the tail that went up his shoulder and disappeared. On his forearm, he had tested different designs from an Indian Chakra to a valley of roses and then in the middle a big sword lies wrapped in a snake. It's too meaningful and slutty. I like it.

By the time I finished gawking at him, he has gotten too close to me. In fact, we were face to face. I purse my lips thinly and without showing what his half-naked body was doing to me, I raise my head. 

"Done eye fucking me?" he says with a smirk.

"Maybe," I look up. The meds have made me bold. "Maybe not," 

He grins, "I've made you breakfast,"

"Is it you?" Oh, my god. I didn't just say that out loud. 

Ready to bolt out the door and never show my face to him, I turn my body away when he held my chin and lift my face. Eyes connecting. If I didn't blush before, I am doing right now but then he opened his mouth and I blushed even harder. 

"I don't mind. You can have me if you want, Mi Zorro." 

I blink. Cherry covering my cheeks into sweet pinkish glow as he takes a step forward. I clench my fingers tightly, heart beating so loudly I am afraid of having a heart attack. My stomach fills with butterflies when Asher closes our distances and plants his face near mine. 

He is so close and so consuming I couldn't help but close my eyes when he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer and brushing his beard on my cheeks. "Someone told me last night how they wanted to feel beards on their skin," he says with a meaning but I didn't get it.  

I opened my lips to ask him when he kissed my cheek shunning me to silence. Slowly he moved his lips to my neck, all while grazing his beard on my neck. The prickling sensation was so hot and ticklish, I felt my toes curl. 

"They wanted to know what this beard could do," he said moving my hair from my shoulder and nuzzling in. 

Oh, god. Best morning of my life. 

My hand lift on their own and hold his shoulder for stability. I am trying my hard to not moan but Asher isn't helping. He is literally bent over me due to our height difference and poor me, caged and stuffed under him. 

Under his very naked upper body, his muscles and his smell. I didn't dare to open my eyes in the fear this all would stop. I let myself soak his touch. Five years and still it isn't enough. 

Asher moved his one arm over my back, the other holding me still. Careful and alert of not hurting my arm. "Stop resisting that moan sweetheart. The sooner you let it out, the sooner I get to feed you. Dr. Marcos was very clear of you getting all the proteins," he bit me at that comment and the traitourous sound left my mouth. 

"Asher," I breathed. 

"That's what I am talking about," 

With one last kiss he pulled back but didn't drop his hold from me. I feel him remove morning curls from my face and slowly as if we both are in a trance, he rubbed my cheek with his thumb until I open my eyes and saw his smiling face.

"You gave me a hickey," I said,

"It's a better scar than the one you gave to yourself," On cue, he dropped his gaze on my arm, "How is your arm? Is it still paining?"

I shake my head, "It's fine if I am not moving it,"

He frowns at the comment but quickly hides it by leading me to the breakfast table. It's when he turned and I saw his back that I remembered who told him about the beard and immediately everything flushes around me as I take small steps with flashbacks of last night.

I wonder how would it feel on my neck, grazing me.

You look like my Husband.

These lips. 

I am Olivia Asher Hill.

Oh my god.

I stopped and groaned inside my hands from humiliation earning a chuckle from Asher. "Come on," he said pulling me inside his arms.