Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

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.

“You are so handsome, Justin.”

my eyes, “I think we are still not on talking terms.” His

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 lips were about to touch when

looked around and groaned. I was just about

Why? Oh, why?

sat up straight. My breakfast was about to arrive so it was

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

my laundry out, I fished out the watch from my skirt’s pocket that I

did not know if he would like it or not. I

inside my shorts pocket when I dropped it to the

to you.”

my dreams entered the room carrying a cake with a single candle lighting up. Yup, the same man who I was about to kiss.

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

hand and brought me to the bed, “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 cut it,

he used to call me by my name or by the word kitten. It used to cause these delicious tickles …

it. I am hungry!”

hungry? I sat in front of him and blew out the candle. He clapped and started singing, “Happy birthday to

mouth. With a smirk, he opened his mouth and was about to

my mouth.

I tried to smile with my mouth full of

Yummy.

not take it anymore and

want that cake now!” He was no more smiling.

was still not talking to him, I cut another slice and took

it, I quickly rubbed that cake on his nose tip. He squinted his eyes to look at it. Before he could understand what I was doing, I rubbed some more on

stood up and started searching for a place to

name. Left with no choice, I ran towards the door at