Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid Chapter 25

25- Best Birthday Celebration

Ashley Walters pov

What did I just hear? Justin telling someone that he had a wife? That he was married? Wasn’t it supposed to be a secret wedding?

We were supposed to be friends. Despite being spouses, we were not allowed to get close. Nobody should know that I was his secret wife.

With mixed emotions, I closed the door.

Electra Deluca would kill me if she came to know that the secret was out.

I will be the one bearing its consequences. Not him.

I laid back on my mattress and was about to close my eyes when my gaze fell on our chat written on the back of the door.

A smile spread on my lips. What were we? Teenagers?

His handwriting was stable, fluid, and legible. It seemed strange compared to my handwriting which was small and appeared like a kid trying to write his first letters.

Even our writing styles were different.

Thinking about him, my eyes fluttered closed. In my dreams he was there, still smiling, writing something on the door.

This time his writing was so small that I needed to get closer to read it. He availed the chance and grabbed me from behind. It was when he turned me to him then I realized he was shirtless.

“This is a dream. Right?” I asked him and he chuckled nodding his head at me.

I reached up and started touching his muscles.

so handsome,

face down and looked into my eyes, “I think we are still not on talking terms.” His eyes fell to

maybe…” I lifted myself on my toes, “We should quit talking and take advantage. It doesn’t happen daily that my crush shows up in my dream.” I whispered. Our

understanding, I looked around and groaned. I was just about to kiss his lips. Just

Why? Oh, why?

to arrive so it was

shower. I chose to wear shorts with a loose white t-shirt that I

Bringing my laundry out, I fished out the watch

not know if he would like it

it inside my shorts pocket when I dropped it to the floor in

“Happy birthday to you.”

the same man who I was about to kiss. I

and quickly went to the door, “As you don’t want to talk to me so I better write

wrote there, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

“Cut the cake.” Pushing a knife in my hand he gestured towards the cake, “Go ahead. You can’t do it by writing. You need to

name or by

Do it. I

in front of him and blew out the candle. He clapped and started singing, “Happy

the cake and then separated a slice to take it near his mouth. With a smirk, he opened his mouth and was about to take the bite when I rushed

eyes went wide when I tried to smile with my mouth full of that cake.

Yummy.

shocked, I could not take

I want that cake now!” He was no more

not talking to him, I cut

squinted his eyes

started searching for

heard his booming voice calling my name. Left with no choice, I ran towards the door at warp speed and came out of