::Married To Mr. Arrogant:: Thread Two [Note on pg 75] - Page 8

Originally posted by: carnations.

Bloody Hell! Congratulations for the second thread. 😆

One of the few stories I would kill to read.

Oh btw, good luck with your exams. Know you will rock it xD

Originally posted by: zk456789

When are you going to update

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ll Shopping Spree with Satan ll

~.~

"NO! NO, NO, NO, AND NO!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Blake stood there with an

annoyed look.

"What?" he snaps.

"I am not going to the mall with you wearing that! Nope! Not gonna happen Aspen," I say in

disgust, making it very clear to him.

"The suit?" he asked monotonously.

I nod, "Yes. That thing! Blake it's a mall," I say calmly, "You don't wear a freaking suit to the

mall!

Seriously has he ever been to a mall or what?!

"But I like it," he said.

The nerves of this idiot.

"I don't! Go change into some normal clothes please," I hiss.

"Yeah, because this is so abnormal," he muttered but I heard him anyway.

"IT IS!" I yell out as he decides to finally listen to me.

On a serious note though, who the hell wears a suit to the mall?!?! And why?!

As I wait for his highness to be dressed in something normal, I message my friend, Shay.

Me: Kill me please.

Shay replied instantly.

Shay: Sorry can't find my machete. Does Satan have one?

I chuckle at her reply.

Me: I bet he has at least three hidden under his bed.

"Is this normal for you?" I heard Blake. Looking away from the phone, I see a non-suited-

Blake, and he's even hotter. He wore plain grey jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair however

didn't match his look, causing a frown to form on my face. Walking over to him, I mess his

hair.

"Hey!" he shouted, "what do you think you're doing?" he said moving his head.

I sigh, "Ugh, would you stop being a prick? You're messing it up!"

"I'm messing it up? You're the one whose hands are in my hair."

"Yeah cause it look weird before." Duh dummy, have some common sense. I am trying to

help you out and you're here accusing me.

"Oh I see, so now it doesn't?" he snapped.

"Umm..." I take a step closer and run my hands through his hair once again. "Now it

doesn't." I say with a big smile across my face.

He rolled his eyes, "whatever, let's go."

I chuckled following him out. The weather wasn't bad, in fact, it was quite sunny and a

typical spring day.

Oh how much I love spring excluding the allergies it gives me.

I saw Blake going over to his car and instantly my eyes widened. "STOP!" I shout, "STOP,

STOP, stop!" I ran behind him like a crazy fangirl. He stopped and looked at me as if I

finally lost it. Strangely though, he might just be correct. I am losing it.

"What now?" he asked annoyed.

"What are you doing?!?" I ask dodging his question.

"God Lillian, what your problem?" he sighed, "just get in the car."

"Nope," I say popping the p. He glared at me even more. "We are not taking the car Blakey," I

smirk, "we are taking the train like normal people." Take that Mr. I'm-so-cool-I-ride-a-

fancy-ass-car.

"Are you implying I'm not normal?" he scoffs.

"Hey, you said it buddy," my smirk remained still on my lips. Turning my heels I begin to

walk towards the subway. It's time for Mr. Richie Rich to do things like the rest of us non-

Richie rich. I could see Blake's pissed-self from the corner of my eyes, and it brought nothing

but happiness. As we get inside the subway I swiped my metro card and started walking

towards the staircase. I didn't feel Blake's presence behind me. I turn back only to see Blake

standing on the other side of the steeled bar. I shake my head, please don't tell me this is his

first time.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation? Let's go already," I say walking closer to him.

"Umm..." he said, "I don't have a metro card..., and I don't know how... to use it either...," he

muttered.

Wow, I was right.

I gave him my metro card and showed him which way to swipe it. He followed my

instruction and finally passed through. I decided not to make fun of him since it was his first

time, you know, give the guy a break for once.

We didn't have to wait for the train since the minute we reached downstairs the train had

already arrived. As usual the F train was crowded, waves of people coming out and going in.

Blake was perplexed seeing that. Suddenly I felt something gripping onto my hand, as I

looked down, I saw Blake's hand holding mine. I didn't let go, instead, I hold his hand

properly and walk inside the train. There were no seats available causing many to stand.

Blake and I decide to stand as well, holding onto a poll but never letting go of each other's

hand.

"I'm surprised," Blake said after a while.

I looked at him confused, "Why?"

"You didn't make fun of me," he replied.

I smiled, "Well, I'm torturing you enough with the train ride and shopping. I'll let it pass..." I

paused, "for now," I said smirking.

He chuckled "You're evil!"

"They call me the devil child," I say proudly.

He rolled his eyes, "So is it always this crowd?" he asked looking around.

"Yeah, sometimes it's even worse."

He frowned, "I want to sit."

"Same, my legs are hurting, and I'm wearing heels!" I whine along with him.

Looking around I saw a couple getting ready to get off on the next stop.

"How fast are you?" I ask him. He looked at me confused, "that couple over there will get off

on the next stop," I say pointing to the couple.

As the train stops, Blake and I ran for it - well walked since there wasn't enough space to

actually run. Before I could sit, a girl made her way and took my seat beside Blake.

Excuse me random stranger what do you think you're doing?

I wanted to yell at her while she smiled at me innocently. I could see how fake that smile

really was. However, lucky for Blake, he got himself a seat. The girl looked over to him

smiling, batting her fake eyelashes at him; I wanted to gag.

"Awe Lilly Pad, you weren't fast enough," Blake smirked.

"Shut up!" I snap. I was not in the mood to deal with his fake pity.

The next two stops went by me standing, dying of pain and wishing to burn all of my heels. I

also had to deal with Ms. Seat-taker throwing herself on my husband with absolute no

shame whatsoever.

Is that jealousy I smell? The little voice in my head taunted me.

Not in the mood for you, I scold that little voice as if it were a living being.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" that skank asked Blake. He looked over at me with a hidden

smirk.

"No, I do not," he replied to the skank, making my blood boil. I try my best to ignore them,

even though it was nearly impossible to do so.

"Are... you looking for one?" she dares to ask.

Suddenly the train stopped, causing me to lose my balance. I was about to trip and fall but I

felt someone holding onto my hand. As I gain my balance, I see Blake holding my hand, I

let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Thanks," I mutter, not looking at his face.

"Does your leg still hurt?" he asked.

Is it me, or did he just sound concerned... for me...?

"No, its fine," I lie. I felt his gaze upon me almost burning holes through my soul. Stop

staring at me, I felt like saying but decided otherwise.

I felt something tugging onto my hand, and suddenly I found myself in ... Blake Aspen's lap.

Wait, what?

His hands snaked around my waist while my hands wrapped around his neck. I was

shocked, beyond that even, - at him, my actions... everything. It was getting harder to

breath. I looked away, not making any eye contact.

"Don't ever lie to me," he whispered huskily in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine, still, I

dared not to look his way.

"Is this your sister?" I heard that squeaky annoying voice once again.

Before Blake could answer, "I'm his wife bitch!" I snap, showing her my hand that held a

princess cut diamond ring. Her eyes widened at the realization; I smirked.

Take that you skanky bitch, trying to make a move on my man.

Seriously Lil do you hear yourself?

She muttered a sorry and put her headphones on.

"What was that Lilly Pad?" I almost jumped out of my skin when I realized Blake was still

here and I am still on his... lap. I gulp silently, avoiding to look at him or answer for a

matter of a fact. "Lilly Pad, I asked something," he said sounding amused as ever. I

remained silent not because I did not want to say something, but, because I didn't know

what to say. He was right, what was that? Or why did it even happen?

"Umm...," umm what? Say something you idiot!

This is not happening, I really don't know what to say. So I did what I do the best. "Awe are

you sad because you lost your chance with that thick headed bimbo?" Argue. That's what I

am good at.

He scoffs, "Oh please, I could get someone better than her."

"Sure you can. But right now it's all me, your lawfully wedded wife!" I make myself clear.

Hold on, LILLIAN DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF OR WHAT GIRL? SERIOUSLY GROW A

BRAIN AND SHUT UP.

Gosh, the little annoying voice is right I need to shut up. For the first time in my life, I took

its advice and kept quiet. Something is really wrong with me. Blake didn't say anything, all

he did was staying quiet and smirking slyly.

Once the train came to our stop, we leave the subway and walk to the mall which was only a

two minute walk. The mall was swarming with large masses of people as per usual. You

have the annoying kids running around and their parents running after them. The typical

teenager thinking they are living in a tumblr world. The annoying couples who can't keep

their hands off of each other, and finally those, who actually wants to shop. This ladies and

gentlemen is what you call a typical New York'ian Mall.

I for one love to shop online, why? Because I can order clothes in my pajamas, stuffing my

face with food, looking a zombie.

"I hate malls," Blake gagged in disgust. I hate to say it or even think that, hatred towards the

mall is something Blake and I share in common.

"Too bad," I said holding his hand once again and dragging him to my shop - forever 21.

Blake followed me around awkwardly as I began to shop for myself. Truth to be told, I was

done shopping in that store in five minutes since I already knew what I wanted to buy. But I

stayed there longer torturing Blake.

"You have been staring at this top for the past ten minutes, just take the damn thing already!"

He was frustrated but it was exactly what I wanted. I finally took the top and paid for it even

though Blake insisted to pay.

After strolling around longer looking here and there, we decide to shop for Blake since he

was in need for clothes other than suits. Despite of his pleading protest, I dragged him in

the store anyway.

"I have enough clothes," he argued obnoxiously.

"No, you have suits," I correct him.

"So they aren't clothes?" he asked as if my common sense flew out the window.

"Not in my eyes," I say looking at a grey tee.

"Your eyes -" he was about to say something but I threw that tee right on his face. I kept

throwing clothes that I liked or thought would look nice on him while he showed his

catching skills by catching all of them. I should give him a cookie. He sulked the whole time

but I didn't care, he deserved it.

"Let's go dress shopping!" I exclaim excitedly knowing this will definitely kill him. I am

such a bad wife. He groaned mumbling something maybe I hate my life and her.' Oh wells,

he can chuck it. We went to ZARA and there were already quite a lot of people looking at

clothes and dresses.

Great there goes my chance of getting a good dress.

Turning towards Blake I say, "Okay, so there's already a lot of people so we'll divide up and

find something pretty. You look over there and I'll stick around here," I point in the

direction he should be following. He glared at me for a while but gave in soon enough,

stomping away like a little girl. I chuckled at his melodramatic-ness and began to look for a

dress. After a while, I found a simple white dress; it was short, and strapless with faded pink

floral prints. Suddenly it hit me - Blake is still out there... somewhere wondering around.

Groaning in despair, I look around but there was no sign of him.

Did he get lost or something?

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the thought of Blake getting lost amidst of dresses.

Getting myself together, I text him and tell him to meet me front of the trail room. In a

minute or so, he shows up... with a dress on his hand. I eye the dress he was holding - a

long black dress.

"What's that?" curiosity got the best of me. He didn't reply instead threw the dress at me. It

landed straight on my face.

Karma's a bitch, I thought bitterly.

"Try it on," he said sounding uninterested. I wanted to argue but decided otherwise since the

dress was black and who doesn't like Black?

"You're an ass," I mutter leaving him outside.

First I try the white dress, it fits me perfectly but it didn't feel right once I saw myself in the

mirror. I couldn't see myself walking around with that dress on. Yes, it was pretty but my

hatred for pink got the best of me. It's like anything that has a little bit of pink on it, just kills

everything.

Oh pink why do you exist?

Nonetheless, I took out my phone sitting on the little bench they provided. Opening

snapchat, I snap a picture of myself wearing that dress and send it to Shay with the caption

"Yay or nay?"

It didn't take that long for her to answer. She replied, "Nay, but seriously pink?" This is the

reason why I love her. She hates pink as much as I did. We became friends through our

hatred for pink. It's quite a story honestly.

I looked over and saw the black dress Blake picked out.

Maybe I should try it...

Dropping the white dress on the floor, I get myself inside the long black dress after

struggling with the zipper. As I turn to look in the mirror, all I could say or think of it was

wow. It fit me better than the white one. Hugging every curve I never knew of. It was a cut-

out off shouldered. The sides of the dress were laced see through, following down with a split

starting from my mid thighs down. The back was with a see through lace with a long zipper.

"How long does it take to wear a dress?" I hear Blake's irritating voice.

Rolling my eyes, I reply, "I already tried them, they fit."

"The Black one fits?"

"Yeah."

"Come out."

Wait what?

"Umm... do I have to?" Please say no.

"Just get out Lillian, I had a long day!" he yelled.

Ouch, why is he so cranky, it's like I didn't have a long day.

Sighing, I leave the tiny room to meet my doom. Stepping out of the room and my comfort

zone, I instantly felt almost everyone's eyes on me.

Okay that's not creepy and judging at all.

I self-consciously look down seeing if there's anything on the dress - there wasn't. But

people were still staring at me.

Seriously creepy much? Please go back to your one time bimbos.

I look at Blake who looked at me with utter surprise causing me to feel more conscious of

myself.

"Umm... how is it?" I ask slowly biting my lower lip out of nervousness.

"You look hot," I heard a stranger say, and his probably girlfriend giving him the death

glare.

Ignoring the creepy stranger with no life, I turn my focus to Blake; whose opinion mattered

the most.

Woah there, since when do you care about other's opinion especially Blake? The little voice

in my head returned.

Ugh not now, I replied to that annoying thing.

"Umm...," he said, "What he said," he muttered but I caught onto it. A rush of blood instantly

made its way to my cheeks causing me to look flushed. Even more, when I caught his eyes

roaming as he checked me out.

"Okay... I'll go change now..." I slowly say feeling the weirdness take over. He didn't even

say anything, maybe because I left before he can talk. I change into my regular clothes and

leave the changing room.

"Let's go," I say a little too fast and kept walking.

"Where are you going?" he asks, as I stop and turn, "the register is this way."

I look over to where he was pointing and where I was standing.

Oh kill me! I was about to walk out of the store with an unpaid dress.

Blake was trying to hold in his laugh at my stupidity but his weird face gave it all away.

"Pst I knew that..." I muttered walking quietly towards the counter.

"Hi," I say politely to the cashier and she smiled in return.

"Hey there," she replied, meanwhile, I gave her the black dress.

"That would be $800 miss," she said with a smile.

I could bet my jaws touched the floor as I heard her say that.

"800 dollars?!?!?!" I muttered.

That piece of clothing is $800? What the hell. That's too expensive.

While I was busy in my thoughts, I felt Blake poke my arm. Turning towards him, "How long

do you plan on holding down the line?" he said. I finally snap out and see a long line of

irritated and pissed customers waited after me.

Uh-oh.

I gave a sheepish smile, "Oops, let's go. I don't want the dress," it's too expensive.

"Too bad, I bought it already," he walked away leaving me stunned.

Excuse me, what?

I followed behind him. "What?! Why?!" I ask.

"Because I picked it out and I wanted to after you zones out...?" he said more like questioned.

I felt like a baby being spoon fed of common sense by my husband.

"But I don't want something that's so expensive! That'll probably be the most expensive shit

I'll ever have in my possession. My Iphone 6 even costs less than this," I exclaim.

"You commoners really intrigue me," Blake said amused.

I roll my eyes at him once again, "You're such a pig."

He smirked, "I'm your pig."

Instead of getting pissed or mad, I smiled. "Oh yes you are my little porky," I say messing his

hair as if talking to a dog.

"Hey, hey, cut it out," he said getting a hold of my hand while I laughed away.

Oh Blake, you're such a pig.

"Awe your so cute little porky," I say in between my laugh, messing his hair even more with

my other hand. He hold my other hand as well, bringing me closer to him. My laughter died

out once I saw our proximity. Silently gulping I try not to focus on my beating heart; lately it

has been going out of control.

"You were saying," he says huskily. I could feel the things his voice was doing to me, things I

didn't even know the name of. His eyes never left mine, while I try to escape it. However, it

wasn't quite working out; I keep finding myself drawn to his mysterious eyes. Those eyes

that held something, something I was misreading... maybe.

"Umm... lets go?" this was the second time he caught me speechless.

This needs to stop.

He lets go off my hands as I fix my posture. Sticking my tongue out at him, I run away to the subway.

The shopping ended there after Blake chased me down the subway while strangers looked at us as if we had no life, which by the way were true, we really didn't. This time thanks to God's grace, the train barely carried people, giving me a reason to sit far away from Blake.

Entering our apartment, Blake received a text. "What is it?" I ask curiously.

"Start getting ready we have a charity ball to attend," he replies.

My eyes grew wide, "Wait is it one of those rich balls you see on TV?" Oh my, oh my.

He nodded without saying a word.

"Yay!" I exclaim excitedly. Blake looked at me as if I lost it.

"I always wanted to see how the snobs of downtown parties," I could already imagine their judging faces and gossips brewing in every table.

I heard Blake sigh, "It's a charity ball Lilly Pad."

"I don't care."

"You're weird."

"Thanks, I inherited from my mom's family."

"Why not your dad?"

"They are too serious to be weird," I laughed at my weird family structure as I walk away from the living room to my room.

Oh charity ball, you're about to meet Lillian Grayson, oops Aspen.

Author's Note:

SURPRISE! IT'S NOT JULY, BUT JUNE!

I am amazing, aren't I? I better see people saying yes or else I am not posting the next

chapter. Anyhow, you like it? You like it? You better like it! I put my paper aside and wrote

this because I felt like July was too far away and you guys seemed so sad when I said July.

And let me tell you, in word, this is equivalent to 13 pages. 13 PAGES! I don't write that

much for my papers even! I should see long comments because of my hard work! Lol, no

seriously guys, make your comments a little longer. I worked hard on this. By the way,

while I was writing this chapter, the whole story I sorta had planned got changed, so you

will see some stuff that you would never have expected! So good luck handling my crazy

ideas, it's not that sad. I can't write emotional crap so be happy with that. You will laugh

though, that I guarantee. Hope you all liked this. That is it here.

This chapter is dedicated to Diya (White_Flower), because she bugged me on the previous

chapter to update before July.

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Xoxo,

-Sanaya

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U said something that this
Prt will have "" thing 😡 -_-
Don't talk you broke my heart

Originally posted by: raddhi

U said something that this
Prt will have "" thing 😡 -_-
Don't talk you broke my heart

U're backkk chiqaa!!! sanz r u on Twitter?

Originally posted by: FXBesharamz

U're backkk chiqaa!!! sanz r u on Twitter?

SHOpping Spree with SATAN??! Hahahahahahaahahaahah!!

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