Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XI - Living With Him

Chapter 11

"Home sweet home, darling." Greyson smirked. He was carrying me bridal style (which I tried to protest. Believe me, I really did) with my arms crossed over my chest.  The smell of coffee and toast lingers on my nose and even though I kinda liked the odor, It still felt weird sniffing my husband.

"Care to put me down?" I asked, annoyed. He just flashed me another one of his famous All-Girls-Fall-In-Love-With-This half smile. 

"Hmm.... Okay." He simply said. He freed his hand making me fall on the clean floor. Peaches ran towards me licking my face. Even though the floor was cold, I'd rather get swallowed by it rather than live like this for an enternity. 

Okay, Hit pause. Wanna know what happened before this? Well...

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"That's all of it." Greyson said as he wiped the sweat on his brow. The sun was up, shining so brightly and waves came crashing through the sea.  The fact that playing with Peaches under the sun is tempting, but alas, the fun days are over.

If you minus the fact that Greyson is my husband, yes, it has been a fun week.

"Jamie, you should stop daydreaming and help me with our stuffs." I looked over to where my idiotic husband is then back at the window. "Come on, Jamie. I know you're upset because we still haven't had our first night." 

That made me puke, not literally but just the thought of it makes me puke. "Eew.... You are such a pervert." 

"You know what they say. Love thy self." He snickered then tossed me a bag. I tried to catch it but it landd on my feet instead. "5 more minutes to go and we are out of this island."

I picked it up and thought about what he said. 5 more minutes. Just 5 more minutes and everything will be back to normal. No more stress of becoming married at 15. No more Greyson. No more annoying thoughts. And no more Greyson!

Plus, I get to spend some time with an adorable puppy. I didn't have to worry about Greyson and his hord of zombies (as I like to call the paparazzis). Oh yeah, and his fans. 

I caught myself smiling as I hummed my way out of the beach house. Wow... Never knew that life after this would be so fun.  

"Happy today, Mrs. Chance?" 

Butch greeted me with a slight bow and helped me carry the bag. "Thank you, Butch. You've been a great help these past few days." I smiled. 

"I plan to help your family as long as I breathe, Mrs. Chance." Butch gave me a genuine smile then bowed again. "I'll take it from here. You go help Mr. Chance. Because I think he needs all the help with those bagagges."

What does he mean by as long as he breathe? "Uhm... okay." Shrugging the confusion in my head, I walked back at the beach house. My mind was still doing these circles. It's as if there's something wrong with those sentences. 

Okay, Jamie. Calm down. Think happy thoughts... think about your normal life. Yeah.. that's good.

"You okay, Jamie?" My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar head, hovering above mine. I blinked twice before coming up with a reply. But none came out. He studied me for a moment then smirked. "Oh I get it. Don't worry wifey, I'm always open. You don't have to fantisize over me." 

I rolled my eyes then scoffed. "As if." He laughed a little bit as I walked past him, eyeing the bags that was on the floor. 

"But you know, I think I'll miss Peaches." He ruffled his hair then sighed. It's like he took a liking on watching the floor. "And as much as I hate to admit it.... I'll miss your company too."