Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 93

Ashley‘s pov “Are you kidding me?” I grumbled beneath my breath as I pulled into our driveway. A small white Toyota was packed on the opposite side of the road. And out came Christal with a good amount of grocery bags held in her hands. She kicks the door closed and walks up to the house.

Was she our new neighbor? Why did I not see when she moved in? Oh right I was too preoccupied with Blake and that stupid manuscript. Blake and I got out of the car and the sound of the car doors slamming shut has Christal turning around. She squints her eyes and smiles happily when she realised it was Blake and I.

“Hi there neighbors!” She shouts with a slight tone of giddiness.

Great. Note my sarcasm. Just fucking great. $

Blake smiles and waved at her.” Guess we‘ll catch up sooner than we thought. How about you come over for dinner tonight? It‘s the least we could do for a new neighbor!” He shouts.

I turn to glare at him over the car. He doesn‘t notice too busy smiling at an equally happy Christal. Christal‘s smile broadened at his words. “I‘d love to. I‘ll bring over some homemade cheesecake, we can have that for dessert!” She says.

You can keep your dessert and shove it up your as

“Do you need help cooking Ashley? I‘d love

I shook my head quickly, sending her a tight smile. “No I‘m all good here, can‘t wait to taste the cheesecake.” I spoke through clenched teeth.

She nods her brown eyes dancing with happiness. Is she always this cheerful? Can‘t she for once have a scowl or a frown on her pretty face. “Then I‘ll get to it, I‘ll see you two in a few.” She winks then turns around.

Great more mouths to feed.

more like seconds away, Blake

“Why didn‘t you just go help her put in the groceries instead? That‘s what a good neighbor would do.” I

and stiffen when I hear Blake‘s approaching footsteps. I could feel his eyes

I invited her for

Why would I be mad

him. “It‘s not like we don‘t

her. How could we forget?” I spat. His

blame me? My husband remembers a girl he had a crush on when he was younger yet he doesn‘t remember his wise that‘s been there, by his side for years. No I wasn‘t feeling jealous, I was feeling fantastic. Again not

from him I turned around, blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out. This wasn‘t how I wanted us to be. I lay the groceries on the floor and opened the door

leaving Blake to stare at

Christal moans, eating the last piece of lasagna on her plate. I smiled,

was still mad at

I guess it‘s time for dessert.” He smiles trying to ease the

two think about it. I‘d love to get some criticism

I wasn‘t going to lie, looked great. I stand up to remove the dirty plates.” I‘ll just make some room.” I murmured and walked towards the kitchen area. Blake follows after me,

softly. I throw the plates in the sink, careful not to break them. I turn to face him and give him a forced smile. “Ofcourse not. Why would I?” I said,

cheesecake on clean plates, waiting to be devoured by us. “I‘m not the best chef like you but I really hope you‘ll like it.” She gives me a soft smile. Why

felt guilty, she hadn‘t showed me any stinky attitude and here I was giving it to her

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