Colliding Again

I want to Kill Those People Who said "Being The wife Of Vincent Is Blessing"

Adalynn POV

"I'm not sleeping on sofa, be a gentleman and sleep on it" I stated stubbornly.

I'm not gonna sleep on sofa after such a tough day and I'm aching for my bed.

But as that in grandfather contract condition, "a husband and wife should always share one room as a symbol of bonding love no matter what"

Cheesy, I know right. I don't know why grandfather is so interested in our marriage than us. I rolled my eyes.

My late grandpa thinks every marriage results in love like his.

We can manage to stay in one room but bed is mine. He could take sofa after all, he has that strong well built body and me, a fragile weak frame(the same woman who could beat shit out of a well built men)

I totally deserve a bed.

It's not Like I couldn't sleep with him on one bed.

It's not like we are doing that thing.

It's just I like to sleep comfortably on whole bed.

Spreading my arms and legs on whole bed. That's my way of sleeping.

Giving me side eye,he just stood up from the chair he was sitting since this argument started, laying on bed like nothing happened.

I looked at him unbelievably.

Fine! I'm not gonna back down.

I layed next to him with heavy angry breaths taking pillows in my arms.

If he couldn't back up and sleep on couch, then okay.

He is going to regret this.

I faced his side of bed and as usual, sleeping peacefully but not for long.

I kicked him from my one leg and I do it hard on his abdomen and man! He doesn't even move a little.

I throw multiple kicks on him with every ounce of energy presented in me but he being a freaking steel.

I took a long breath after failing to throw him out of bed.

I close my eyes, facing to my side, using my hand to be my pillow.

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"Wake up mrs. Harrington"

"Wake up mrs. Harrington"

"Wake up mrs. Harrington"

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"What th— " I got up abruptly looking angrily at the source of the voice.

I rubbed my eyes a little to get rid of morning blurriness.

As the clear picture of a lady came into view, I squirmed a little.

Pale white skin, a cute black and white uniform with a chef net on top yet some little sweaty strands out on her face.