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Chapter 17- Litter box

Chapter 17- Litter box
Mia's POV

What's going on?

The lady hugging Ashton started tearing up, and didn't even leave him for him to at least take a breath. They broke their embrace and I clear my throat,

"Umm Ashton, care to explain?" I ask,

"Guys, this is my mother, Calista Calhoun." He introduces, "and ma, these are my friends."

Friends? Since when?

"What about your wife dear?" Calista asks,

"This-" he walks towards me and intertwined his fingers with mine, leading me towards her, "is my wife, Mia Olsen."

Oh hell no, he did not just introduce me as his wife!

"Wait," Liam starts,

"WHAT?" Abigail completes,

Calista comes a bit forward and puts her hand on my cheek, "she's so beautiful Ashton, you've picked the right girl to become your life partner!" She beams with joy,

Oh how much I wanna prove her wrong.

"Mia if you have time for your best friend, then please do explain." Liam says and disappears out of my view. Ughh I hate Ashton for doing this!

"Ashton, why don't you show Mia your room?" She says and walks away. "Please follow me my lady." He says. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He walks up the white marble stairs, leading me to wherever he was walking to. Ok this house, is beyond imaginable. It's huge!

That's what she said. Hehe.

Yeah, I'm immature.

Ashton is being nice to me for some reason, and I'm definitely not used to it. There must be a reason behind this mask heavily coated with sugar and sweetness.

Right now we were standing in front of many doors and two hallways. Huge is an understatement. Ashton walks towards the, wait, *starts counting the doors* ok 6th door. He enters and I walk right behind him, my next reaction being a gasp.

If this is what you call a room, then my room is a freaking litter box. This room is bigger than my living room, and I'm not even exaggerating. The walls of this room were white, except of two. One wall was like a gigantic mirror on the left, and the other was like a damn huge window covering the whole wall, giving a view of the beautiful greenery outside.

The floor was of course wooden, the bed was right in the middle of the room, and it was those circle shape types.

I suck at explaining, don't judge.

There was a black fur carpet in front of the bed, two black couches and a glass coffee table were facing the huge ass window. Then there were the necessary things like a lamp, bookshelf, bedside tables, tv etc etc. This room looked fabulous!

"Wow! This is just... amazing!" I exclaim,

"Glad you like it sweet cheeks." He says, "this is my room, I mean our room. Now that you're my wife-"

"Fake wife" I correct,

"-yeah whatever. Now that you're my wife-" I roll my eyes, "-we'll be sharing everything. The same room, same washroom, same closet, same bed." My eyes widen and I turn around to look at him smirking.

"Fuck no! I ain't sharing the bed with you. Not even in my dreams would I do that." I say

"Oh but you would, and you have to. You're my wife sweet cheeks."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Why? Is it bothering you?"

"Yes, it most definitely is bothering me."

"Then will this bother you?" He walks towards me, making me take steps backwards. With each step he takes, I take a step backwards. This continues until I fall flat on the bed and he's on top of me, his hands on my sides, balancing himself so he wouldn't fall straight on my face. He leans in, and my breath hitches.

His lips softly brush against my neck, making me quiver. He nibbles and kisses behind my ear, making a small sigh escape my lips, which made him smirk I guess.

He then stares deeply into my eyes, and I felt myself getting lost in his brown eyes. His stare is making me feel weak for some reason.

I heard the door click, but I guess it was just my imagination. "Ashton-" we look towards the source of the voice, "-dear would you- oops I'm sorry to disturb you two love birds. Carry on." Calista said before leaving the room.

Ashton smirks at me once again before standing up and leaving the room.

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Well that was kinda awkward I guess, oh and sorry about the description up there, I really do suck at explaining. Comment and vote my loves ;)

Quote:"Equal... in death's eyes? All of us? How can you say that? Dude, think it through: Charlie Manson, made it to 70, Osama, still kicking. Pimps, vice presidents, walking around, all the atrocities they've committed, they're alive and well. These two girls, never done shit to anybody, they don't get to make it to 18. Where's the fucking equality in that?"
- Ian McKinley

I don't even know why I decided to quote that, it doesn't even have anything to do with the chapter, but so don't the others, right? Oh well.

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