The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 38 Talks and no misunderstanding

It was weird. Very weird that Asher suddenly handed me a flight ticket to Madrid. And not two but one. 

Why one when we're both going? And why now?

I wanted to tell him I couldn't go because of the auction that's taking place tomorrow but when he said it was for his Abuela's death anniversary, I stayed quiet. I never had a chance to be his wife. With our marriage being rocky from the start I never had a proper opportunity to act as his wife. 

However, now I have a good opportunity to be there as his wife, emotionally and physically. Act like we're married and spend some time with family members and not people who we want to hunt or kill. It was a nice change of environment and I love Spain. I went there once for a project and I loved it. The weather, the exotic food, their people but this was the worst possible timing ever. 

I don't know how to manage both. To add further, Ash just said his father knows about the contract. I am tempted to know why, how, and when, but the ringing of his phone broke our focus from each other. 

It's been two minutes since he got a call and the energy in the room changed. I am hesitating to check my phone as well but I can't. Not when he is in the room. Sure, we have built a communication between us and have started to get along with each other but no matter how close we get, there's still a part of me I am never sharing with him. 

The ugly side that he knows but hasn't seen once and I'd like to maintain it. He doesn't need to see what I become when I take my revenge. He doesn't need to know the monster I get when I kill people in the shadow and then leave it open with their tarnished bodies for him to clean. 

As the phone call stretches and his body stiffens like I am seeing from the reflective glass of the window, I decide to excuse myself. Since he is also keeping an eye on my movement even though he thinks I won't notice I try to be as discreet as possible. My gut says something bad has happened. 

And I need to talk to Klaus. 

I slowly turn to him without giving any expression of what is cooking inside my head. "I'm leaving," I mouth to him and point at the door. 

He nods.

Taking the green signal, I quickly leave the room. The door shuts behind me and like a tornado, I run to my room and dialed Klaus. His line was engaged. 

Weird. Who was he talking to? Doesn't he sleep during this time? He works late nights and usually sleeps till late afternoon. 

I decided to call Mara instead hoping if she was near Klaus she could hand him the phone however, the minute our phone connected Mara spoke without giving me an opening, "About time you called me young lady,"

"Young lady? What is this 1990?"

"Don't humor me. I am very mad at you. Even worse than that Halloween when you tricked me into wearing a stupid Micheal Myers costume,"

I laugh at the memory. It was a great night. For me. For Mara? it wasn't much since she had a crazy fan following of nerdy teens who wanted one picture with a tiny Micheal Myer. 

"That was a good night," I say slipping into my room.

"No. It wasn't and stop talking before I let you derail me off the topic. I want to talk to you about something and you will listen," Her playful tone became serious in the end.

I took a seat on my bed and encouraged her to speak. "Fine say but hurry cos I have something to ask you as well,"

 She hummed and spoke, "I know you and your brother are engaged in some sort of secretive business thingy that involves bad people, and because of that he has to work a lot. Even more so than before but don't you think it's gotten a little out of hand now? He hasn't slept in three days. One or two-hour naps are his protein now and food? God, he is eating cornflakes. Can you imagine? And not with milk or dry. He's mixing it with coffee. Look, I don't mind his weird food habits which I didn't even know he had until now but this is getting a little bad for him. Stop making him overwork, will you? I don't want to intrude or anything in your business neither I want to sound mean or bossy but I am worried about him, Liv. Please."