My Complicated Princess

Chapter 9 - Keeping Up Situations

Chapter Flashback:

"That guy clearly has a thing for you," Asher said.

"No shit, Sherlock." I answered him with a smirk.

He just rolled his eyes and went back to work.

I looked outside the shop and sighed.

Someone now knows where I am. I just hope he doesn't say anything to my dad or anyone.

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"I ache all over," I groaned as I sat on the couch.

Asher and I just got home from Fix Me. Thats the name of the shop where Asher and I worked by the way. I know it sounds lame but Vic loves the name. (Rhyme! ) Silly man.

Its been 2 weeks since I worked at the shop and thank goodness Ike never came back.

I tried to strech my arms and felt pain travel all over them.

So this is what it felt like to work. I wonder if Asher felt this way everyday since he started working.

Leaning my head backwards, I closed my eyes and thought of the things I've done today. I cleaned 20 cars, changed the tires of 5 cars and cleaned the shop. And by cleaning the shop, I meant every corner squeaky clean because his highness king Asher wanted it to be.

If I was the same Airell as I was a few weeks ago, I'm definitely sure I wouldn't even hold a mop for goodness' sake but today, I even held a dirty, smelly rag!

Now that I thought about my sudden change, I've come to the realization that it was Asher who "improved" my life. I mean, who wouldn't be ashamed! That guy worked his butt out every single day and I'd like to lessen his load in any way I can.

Do I feel something for him? Maybe. Maybe just a Double A. Admiration and attraction. Who wouldn't?! I'd be blind or a hypocrite if I don't admit it.

I smiled at the thought.

Okay, this is definitely creepy. I'm smiling to myself.

"You look stupid," I heard someone say.

And living in this house for 2 weeks, I already am too familiar of that voice.

I opened my eyes and saw a smirking Asher leaning on the corner from the kitchen holding a cup of I-don't-know-what.

Define hot. A-S-H-E-R. Not the cup.

"Shut up," I muttered, closing my eyes again.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and felt the couch dip because of someone's weight.

"Tired?" He asked.

"I feel like dying," I answered with a groaned.

"Thats what you always say. I'm surprised you haven't died yet."

I tilted my head to the side, opened my eyes, and saw him with a smile while drinking his black coffee.

"Why do you always have black coffee?" I asked out of curiousity.

Or maybe I just wanted to hear him talk.

"I hate cream," he simply answered.

I gasped. "How could you? Cream goes with anything! Coffee, Tea, desserts, etc."

He just shrugged.

"I think you prefer black coffee because it's as black as your soul." I said.

This surprised him. Heck I'm even surprised at myself for saying that!

Is there no filter with your mouth Airell?! My inner me asked.