Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
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 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. 
to it. When I had lowered down the volume Blake walked into the living room. His eyes were focused on the remote 
scratch the back of his head while I place my hands on my hips, ready to scold a child. A grown man yet he acted like a child. A cute child. “Have you had sit down on 
1/3 
I had to resort to this.” 
strands away from my face. I knew I looked like a hot mess right now, messy bun high atop my head with some days did not do me any justice. He may have noticed his shirt 
was actually on the phone with my boss 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 
“Besides, everyone deserves a break. You’ve been working since morning and I was getting 
the shirt, his shirt. 
He questions, his smile teasing as he raised a under my breast and tried to act nonchalant. “You remember 

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 
guest room where he was sleeping. Only to go back today when he was busy watching game of thrones that will not make me seem as 
“Never mind.” He scans my figure, eyes settling back on the shirt and he smirks. “It looks better on you than it would look on me anyway. Maybe you should walk around with my  clothes more often.” He flashes a teasing grin. The awkwardness evaporates into thin air as we both laugh. “Really?” I joked and started modeling 
I know I looked funny because Blake began to laugh louder than before. Honestly I was afraid that the neighbors would call the cops. We were that loud. “Didn’t know that my wife was America’s next top model.” Blake jokes. Of course every time he referred to me as his wife made my heart stutter and this time was no different. 
I winked and continued to model. “Of course I’m signing a modeling contract tomorrow. Fame 
2/3 here come.” jest 
Wake huris a throw pillow that hits my face squarely. I let out an ooph and when it fell to the Moorlimply glared at Blake. “Oh you’re mean.” He smirks “oh yeah Then what are you going to do about it?”. 
I walked over to him slowly as he stared at me intently, eyeing my every move. When I’m Poeside him I narrow my eyes and quickly reach over to pinch his nose. “This.” I giggled, pinching it handler. 
“Shit!” Blake roars slapping my hand away and holds his nose. He glares at me while I smirk down at him in triumph.. 
Good that’s for making noise the entire day and hitting me in the face with a pillow. “Now we’re even.” I blew him a kiss and walked away.