Ostensibly, I'm the traid boss's sassy wife.

🌹 Chapter 3 🌹

I'm no one's cup of tea, I'm topnotch wine, reserved for a select few...

§ Aris Armani §

The sun had long since gone up when I woke up, for some reason I felt different. Shrugging it off, I got the bed, stretching as I did. I looked down to see my pant pooled at my feet, I absentmindedly pulled it to my waist easily. That itself was weird because my pajamas was more or less a second skin. They were usually tight.

The pajamas dropped to my feet as I took a few steps forward. I'll be needing a new- I did a double check at my legs. They were smaller than usual, like they shrunk.

- and then I looked at the mirror.....

What da?

Fuck no! This can't be happening. It can't.

I rushed to the bathroom, almost slipping I did, my fear increasing with each and every I took. I splashed water on my face scrubbing my eyes as hard as I could. I looked into the mirror my brother's face stared back at me. Fuck!

~ Acai Armani ~

I wanted to sleep longer, it seemed my body was at war with me. The more I tried, the more alert I felt. I was never a morning person, I preferred sleeping till noon and working till midnight, being a writer and a scientist, didn't change that. I reached for my phone to play away as some time, I hated bathing early, deal with it.

Somehow something felt odd about today, but I couldn't point where exactly. Shrugging it off being the over thinker, my hyper mind was probably cooking something up. It looked like it reduced in size, my phone. I stilled as I finally focused on my hands? I jolted up staring at the alien hands shocked, they were twice the size of mine, and hairy. But wait they looked familiar, just like Aris's? Could it be?...

No it can't be. It's a faux pas . It can't be.

I shook my head hard trying to discard those impossible thoughts. No, no, no. I rushed to the bathroom, knocking over a couple of things. The mirror... I stared at the mirror. Nooooooo!!! I took a step back, walking away from the mirror as fast as I could. Aris where the hell was Aris?

The doors flung open, revealing Mariam and a couple of guards my brother had forced on me. They looked at me in suprise and then look at each other. " First young master-" Mariam was the first to speak.

"Leave" I said as calmly as I could. Hell! I wasn't calm on the inside. Ignoring the bodyguard's inquisitive gazes I rushed into my brothers room.

" What-"

" Aris-"

" I-w-we" Aris never stuttered

I sat more like plumped on the bed I felt weak with this happening. The statue? I couldn't help feeling it had to do with what we said and that dumb ass statue.

"Fuck it. Why do I feel you don't give a shit about this. This so fucked up Acai fucked up. If your pathetic ass didn't -"

"Oh so you're putting the god damn blame on me like it's my motherfucking fault. Now let me me tell you shit Aris you think I'm happy with this. Wrong. hell I'm not. I rather be my pathetic self than be stuck someone else's body" I breathed out heavily, anger coursing in my veins. I never talked this hard or felt this much anger before, perhaps it some Aris effect.

"Look I'm sorry. I'm just wanted to get out this shit"

"My body's shit?"

" Hell no Acai I don't hate your body. I - it's complicated-"