Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 90

Ashley’s pov

“Yes sir, I’ll be done tonight I prom-“I am cut off by the sound of the television volume going up a few more notches until it begins to become unbearable The voice of lan Somerhalder literally vibrates through the walls.

“Are you inside the cinema Mrs. Reed?” Mr. Smith questions sourly. I could already picture his pinched brows and thin lips pressed into a line of displeasure, I grit my teeth and glared at the computer screen, visualizing that it was Mr. Smith. “No sir, my husband is just being a bit childish today!” I shout loud, hoping Blake could hear. I’m

rewarded with him now humming loudly. Or was it singing? I couldn’t tell.

He had been doing this for hours. He wanted my attention and I refused to give it to him, not when I was already behind my work. So being the big baby that he always was he started throwing a tantrum, literally.

“Mrs. Reed, next time you want to shout make sure I’m not on the phone with you. You nearly made me go deaf!” Mr. Smith roared in anger. I was sure he looked like a red truck by now, clicking his pen in frustration. I shrink as if he was in the room and scowling down at me. I nodded quickly. “Sorry sir won’t happen again.” I promised. My fingers curled into a fist and my knuckles turned white in frustration. Why? Because Blake was now creating havoc in the kitchen. I could hear the loud clanging of pans and spoons.

“Just make sure you’re done by tonight, I want that manuscript printed out and on my desk before ten am tomorrow.” He hangs up the phone before I could get another word in.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and glared at the screen. “Fucking asshole.” I murmured, placed it on the wooden desk and pushed the chair back using my legs. It scraps on the floor and I rise to my feet.

I turned around and walked out of the study. The chatter coming from the television grew even louder as I strutted down the stairs. I rake my brain for ways to scold Blake. He certainly wasn’t different than the Blake before, both acted childish for my attention.

had lowered down the volume Blake walked into the living room. His eyes were focused on

hands on my hips, ready to scold a child. A grown man yet he acted like a child. A cute child. “Have you had enough of disturbing

in amusement as he comes to sit down on the sofa. He peers

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so I had to resort to this.” He shrugs as though what

looked like a hot mess right now,

wear accompanied by Blake’s black shirt he had from his high school days did not do me any justice. He may have noticed his shirt but he didn’t comment. Or he probably doesn’t

until you rudely interrupted with your loud obnoxious behavior.” My scowl deepened. He looks away from me, his lips set into an adorable pout. Honestly the man can act like

since morning

shirt, his

questions, his smile teasing as he raised a questionable brow

my hand under my breast

own.” Well seeing that you had given it to me yesterday along with my other clothes, then yes I remember it being mine. Though I’m curious as to when you took it back” He answers a hint of amusement hidden in the depths of

was sleeping. Only to go back today when he was busy watching game of thrones to retrieve this black shirt that I

my mouth to speak and tried to think of any excuse that will not make me

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