Million dollar marriage (M•D•M)

Eleven

"Does it feel different?"

My eyes flickered from the window to Aspen, who was looking at me with an arched eyebrow.

"Does what feel different?" I asked. She scoffed and smiled while rolling her eyes.

"Being married to the richest guy in London!" She said in a duh tone. She brought her coffee mug to her lips.

"Erm...no. Not really." I shrugged, looking down at my mug that my hands were wrapped around.

"Is his house big?" Aspen asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you gu-"

"Stop asking questions." Greyson cut Aspen off. I looked at the now annoyed boy who was sitting beside me.

"Go away Greyson." Aspen narrowed her eyes at him. He rolled his eyes and I couldn't help but smile.

We were currently at our favorite coffee shop, sitting at our favorite booth. Which was by the window. The sun shining on my skin was keeping me warm, and the coffee made my hands warm.

Avery had business work to do, so he left to go to the company building. And I told Greyson and Aspen to meet me here, which they gladly did. Aspen had been asking questions non stop, and Greyson sat quietly looking deep in thought.

"So, have you guys done it yet?" Aspen wiggles her eyebrows at me. I frowned at her,

"Do what?" I looked at Greyson to see if he knew what she was saying.

"You know, done it." She nodded. I looked at her for a second before it hit me.

"No! God Aspen." I squealed. The thought of me and Avery having sex made my cheeks turn a rosy color.

"Your married now! It was just a question." She mumbled the last part. I giggled at her childness behavior. It was silent for a while until Greyson cleared his throat.

"Are you still going to prom?" He asked.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, looking at him. A smile creeped on his face.

"Do you have your dress?" Aspen asked. My smile fell once I realized that, in fact I didn't have a dress.

"Erm...no."

"What! Prom is next week!" Aspens eyes looked like it was going to pop out.

"I know Aspen, calm down." I said breathing in a out, showing her what she should do instead of freaking out over a prom dress. She calmed down a little before speaking.

"I could take you shopping."

"I have to ask Avery." I mumbled, looking down at my coffee.

"Why?" Greyson snorted.

"Because he had these stupid rules I have to follow." I groaned, anger rising in me.

"What?" Greyson gritted out.

"Is he into kinky shit or something?" Aspen looked serious. I shrugged.

"And if I don't follow them I get punished" I leaned back and crossed my arms. Greyson's jaw locked in anger and aspens jaw dropped, but a smile still managed to creep on her face.

"You've been a bad girl Emma, I'm gonna have to spank you." Aspen tried to mock Avery's voice, but failed. She snorted from laughing so hard, making Greyson death glare at her.

"That's not funny Aspen!" Greyson said. She stopped laughing and narrowed her eyes at Greyson.

"Buzz off." Aspen snapped.

"Be mature for once." Greyson spat back.

"Says the guy whose middle name is dick." Aspen said, trying not to smile.

"It's not my fault my middle name is dick!" Greyson snapped. Aspen burst out in laughs, making people look at her.

"Greyson dick Thomas." She said Greyson's full name as tears streamed down her face. I'm pretty sure she is high.

"Emma!" Greyson whined, like he always does when Aspen makes fun of his middle name.

"Aspen Penelope Jackson, stop." I said. She stopped laughing and glared at me, she also hates her middle name.

"I don't see the difference honestly. Penelope had the pig nose and Aspen has a pig face." Greyson smiled. I scooted away from him, knowing he just started a battle.

Aspen reached over and grabbed his coffee cup, spitting into it while looking at him. His face scrunched up in disgust and she sat it back infront of him with a smug look on her face. My jaw dropped while a small laugh escaped.

"I do see a difference though, see Greyson, dick might be your middle name but I'm pretty sure you do not have one." She commented.

"Cliché." Greyson rolled his eyes. She flipped him off and people around us looked at her like she just stole candy from a baby.

Then the coffee shop door swung open, the bell ringing rapidly. I turned around and saw Avery standing there, staring at me. My heart rate picked up at how hot he looked in his suit and tie.

"Lets go Emerson." He said huskily.

"Why?" I asked. He gave me this look that my dad gives me when I don't listen. I groaned and stood up, waving goodbye to Aspen and Greyson before me and Avery walked out of the coffee shop to the limo. He opened the door and  climbed in.

"Care to tell me why you barged into my date?" I asked once we started driving.

"Your father called." He said flatly, not looking at me. What! Why did my father call him?

"What! Why?" I asked. He looked at me for a second before saying the words I've wanted to hear for years,

"Landon and Miranda are here."