::Married To Mr. Arrogant:: Thread Two [Note on pg 75] - Page 32

Originally posted by: -Meryl-

Oh wow, this was such a cute chapter!

Aww he kissed her! A cheek kiss is still something!

And I'm glad she's one of those girls that stays true to herself. Sure she followed Blake's rules. But she's still classic Lillian!

Do update soon! Will be waiting!

Originally posted by: Linsie

Originally posted by: Anapneo3003

fantastic part👏

i love ash and courtney😆

they r damn funny😉

and lilly pad and blakey be d loveee☺️

lovedd ittt😊

continue soonish😊

Originally posted by: dazzles

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Originally posted by: Avalanche.

UnRes On Page 47

Originally posted by: -Elysian-

it has a happy ending calm down

and this isnt a fanfic.

i do plan on experimenting like to see if i can make people cry and wtnot

Originally posted by: ...Shefa...

update plz

Originally posted by: ...Shefa...

I just want a happy ending 😆

...E L E V E N...

ll Rooftop Talks ll

It's been three hours since I suddenly woke up and could not go back to sleep. It has been my daily routine to wake up in middle of the night and struggle to back to sleep. It started since I began high school. A lot of things spurred since beginning high school, and most of them still haunt me. The more I want to forget the past, the more it comes back to haunt me, taunt me, and mock me every step of my way.

I took my phone from the nightstand only to see it was still 4:34 AM. Sighing heavily I turned towards a sleeping Blake who slept peacefully like a baby. Oh how much I wished to sleep this peacefully, too bad insomnia is a bitch. I have been a victim of insomnia for nine years now. I thought I would be used to it by now but the truth was, I'm not, I could never be used to such horrible thing.

I couldn't help but smile at sleeping Blake. He looked like a little baby while sleeping. His hands were wrapped around my tiny waist, with his mouth a little open, as our faces mirrored each other. I lightly run my hair through his soft hair making sure to not wake him. He seemed like he enjoyed it since he snuggled closer afterwards. I didn't stop instead I kept doing so until sleep once again took over me.

I could hear the phone ringing for a while now but I was too tired to even move. Nevertheless after forcing myself I finally picked up the call.

"Hello?" I mutter in a sleepy tone.

"You're still sleeping?" a familiar girl's voice shot back.

"Umm yeah, who's this?" my eyes were still closed and the blanket still covered my whole face.

"Really bitch? Is this what happens when you get married?" she snapped.

I smiled knowing exactly who it was. "Baby I still love you," I said.

"Lies Lillian Grayson. Lies," she sighed dramatically over the phone.

I chuckle, "You're still as dramatic as ever Paromita Roy."

"Oh thank God, you at least got the name right!"

"You're such a pig."

"Yeah this pig is returning home this week."

I got up from the bed almost immediately. "WHAT? SERIOUSLY?" I shouted.

"Jesus, no need to shout! And yes, I believe I am very serious."

"YAY!" I said happily while she laughed. "I can't wait to have you back. It's been ages... by the way, did you tell Shay?"

"Yeah I told her when I called her to know if you're still alive."

"What the hell? Why wouldn't I be alive?"

"Couple of reasons. 1. You married a complete stranger and I remember you telling us you would commit suicide if that ever happened. 2. You weren't picking up the phone. 3. I just thought so."

"Again you're such a pig," I shook my head.

"I love you too Jaan," she said sweetly as I rolled my eyes. I hung up after we said bye to each other.

This is great. The three musketeers are back bitches!

I was happy with the thought of having Paro back in New York that I didn't realize the time. It was 2:54 PM. My eyes must have popped out of its sockets once I saw the time on my phone.

"I must be dreaming..." I mutter. I get off the bed and head to the bathroom straightaway to freshen up. I wore shorts and an oversized tee with my hair tied up into a messy bun. Once I get to the kitchen, my eyes lands on a shirtless Blake Aspen... cooking. "WHAT THE HELL?" I yell out.

He turned his back towards me with an annoyed look. "What the hell is your problem Lillian?"

"My problem?" I shot back. "What the hell is your problem, thinking you have the rights to cook in this household?" I said as if he were a lower caste and I was his superior.

"Because this is my kitchen?" he said nonchalantly.

"I don't care. Did you forget your promise? You promised me you would never cook!"

"Am I that bad of a cook?" Blake sighed.

"Hmm... let me think..." I said calmly, "YES! YES YOU ARE NOW GET OUT BEFORE YOU BURN THIS DAMN APARTMENT DOWN!"

"Gosh someone's on their time of the month..." he muttered before leaving the room.

"I HEARD THAT!" I yell back.

This guys is making me crazy.

Crazy in love, the little voice said out of nowhere.

Shut up, I replied.

As I went near the stoves I saw burned pancakes and the counter had spilled syrup. He sucks at cooking and he's messy. Thank you God for giving me such a good-for-nothing as a husband.

I cleaned the kitchen counter and made some non-burned pancakes. Setting up two plates for both of us I left the kitchen and headed to the living room. Meanwhile, he sat on couch watching Transformers. "Now this is what I call breakfast," I said before placing the plates on the tea table. He looked down at the food and then up at the t.v. not saying a word.

Oh no he didn't.

"Blake," I said. He ignored me and kept watching t.v. I sat beside him and took the plate in my hand and cut out a small piece with a fork. I placed the fork with the piece before his mouth ushering him to eat. Yet again, he ignored me.

That's it you ignorant idiot.

I put the fork down, cupping face and making him turn towards me. "I am sorry..." I said slowly. "I didn't mean to yell at you so early in the morning..." I add on.

"Early in the morning?" he repeated before breaking down into laughter. "Lilly Pad its 3:17 PM now! And you call this early?" he laughed more while I did nothing but smile. I didn't mind his sudden bipolar-ness, he looked absolutely gorgeous when he smiled.

"You know you should laugh more often..." I said softly, my hands still on his face. He stopped laughing as he looked at me smiling. It felt nice to just look at him, like when he was sleeping earlier... so peaceful.

"Are you okay?" I heard him say.

I break out my trance replying, "Yeah, yeah why?"

"I don't know. I just feel like something's wrong..." he said.

Awe Lil he can sense when something is wrong with you.

"I'm fine don't worry," I said as I let go off his face.

"You sure?" he inquired.

I nodded with a small smile, picking up my plate and eating my breakfast in utter silence. "So what's the plan for today?" I asked changing the subject.

"It's Sunday... so no work," he shrugged.

"So lazy day?" He nodded. I got up and walked to the other side of our living room where the wall was only glass. The view of the city looked beautiful. "The view looks so nice from here," I said.

"Nah it looks better from the rooftop," Blake replied as he finished his breakfast.

I turned towards him instantly. "We have a roof?!" I asked in absolute shock.

"No, we live without a roof," he said sarcastically. "Of course we have a roof," he added.

"I want to go to the roof. Take me to the roof!" I demand like a child. He looked at me as if he was done babysitting. "C'mon please!" I plead with puppy eyes.

He sighed, "Let's go."

My smile grew wide as I followed him out of the room and up to the roof. Once we reached there, I was awestruck by the beauty of Manhattan. The busy city looked even more beautiful in the broad daylight than night. The sky was a bit gloomy thus the sun couldn't fry us this time.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" Blake snapped while I rolled my eyes. I went further and avoided looking down. I was terribly scared of height. "Okay seriously are you okay?" Blake asked again.

"I-I'm scared... of... heights...," I mumble under my breath. Suddenly I felt his hand gripping onto mine. I looked up to see a reassuring smile on his face.

"It's okay, I'm here," he said. I smiled back without even knowing. We walked more further to the edge and sat down at the edge of the rooftop.

"Okay Lillian, speak."

Huh?

I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"Speak your mind. I noticed something has been bothering you. Hell you woke up at 3 PM!" Blake sounded like Caleb for a second there.

Well he might as well know now.

I looked out at the surface of the city. "I have insomnia. That's why I wake up late, because I can't sleep at night," I finally tell him.

I felt his eyes on me but dared not to look his way. "How long?"

"Nine years."

"Do you take any medicines?" he asked with concern.

I shook my head, "No."

"Why?"

"If I go to the doctors, my parents will find out and they don't know about my insomnia. I don't want them to worry more than they already do."

"I don't get it. If you're suffering from insomnia for so long then I suggest you see a doctor as soon as possible Lillian," he said with seriousness.

"You don't understand Blake. I can't," I tried to protest.

"Make me understand then," this prick just couldn't let this go.

I sighed heavily before saying, "I-I don't only have insomnia... I have more things. And letting my family know I have insomnia will cause them to worry more about me." I turned to look at him, "Blake, after we got married I saw my parents and Caleb worrying less about me and honestly that's the best thing that has happened for a while now..."

I may have issues with my family here and there but I don't want to worry so much because of me. I am insignificant to worry over.

"I really don't get it. What else do you have?" he asked softly.

"Sometime back...," I started off, "I was bulimic. It happened after a close friend of mine called me fat. I was never the type to take everything so seriously. But that day, I didn't know what happened, I just broke down afterwards. Once I came home I barely ate. After that, I began to decrease the amount of food I consumed. There was a point when I would make myself throw up after I ate something. It went on for four years until Caleb caught me red-handed. He yelled at me for doing such thing to myself. And then yelled at my two other friends, Shay and Paro. The sad part was they had no idea I was doing this. I kept it a secret from them, from everyone." I felt Blake squeezing my hand lightly reassuring me. I gave a small sad smile not knowing why I was opening up to a jerk who always pisses me off. "Ever since then, I was forced to eat properly and worrying began. Because of this, depression also got to me, and insomnia had always been by my side..."

"I'm sorry... I didn't know..." he said softly.

"That's because I never told you," I said looking out at the view. "Blake, I may seem like I'm always happy, and don't give a rat's ass about anything but let me tell you, that's not it. I am not happy. To tell you the truth, I sort of forgot what happy even sounds like let alone feel it..." my eyes were beginning to tear up as everything blurred away. "Oh gosh, I don't even know why I am telling you all of this..." I said choking up and shaking a little as I felt drops of tears run down my cheeks.

Blake let go of my hand, cupping my face. "Hey..." he said softly wiping those tears away with his thumbs, "don't cry, I'm glad you're telling me all of this. Lillian you may be a pain in my ass but that doesn't mean I don't understand your pain..." I stopped my tears somehow, looking at him astonished.

"Have you also... felt such pain?" I found myself asking.

He nodded with a small smile. "It's a long story..."

"I have all the time in my life..." I replied.

He chuckled lightly. "Alright if we are sharing sad stories then be it. It's no insomnia or anything of that sort but I do have pain and regrets and a whole lot of shit. Especially with my family." I listened to him carefully, taking in everything. "I never wanted to join the family business. I hate my job."

"Then what did you initially wanted to do?"

"Sing," he replied with a smile. "I was crazy about singing. My friends even told me I had a good voice, I could be famous. I even auditioned for this band and I was chosen too but then..."

"Then... then what happened?"

"Then my dad happened. He said no," Blake shrugged. "He crushed my dreams, literally. He came into my dorm room, and broke my guitar front of my roommate."

That must be so embarrassing.

"Wow so harsh. Reminds me of when I wanted to be a dancer and my parents said no..." I said as memories of childhood began to haunt me.

"Did they break your mix?"

I laughed, "No, but they ripped off my acceptance letter from Boston Conservatory, the best dancing college of America."

"Now that's harsh," Blake shook his head. "My dad even locked me up for 2 weeks with food I hated," he said in disgust which made me chuckle a little.

"Caleb tried talking to my parents but my dad... he kept on saying his daughter will not become a dancing stalk." Those were the bad memories that still taunted me, mocked me, and made me feel as if I wasn't not worth it.

"My mom was the only one who supported me, other than her everyone in my family was against my dream..." Blake sighed.

"Even Courtney and Ash?" I asked.

"No, they didn't know. They found out after years when everything was too late," he said. "You know the first time I sang, I met this girl who I fell in love with..." he added on after a while. I was shocked to hear it. To hear he once loved someone, kind of ached my heart. It was a weird pain, something I haven't felt in a while.

"What happened then? Did she love you back?"

He shook his head, "No... she loved my money and apparently my half-brother."

My eyes grew wider at the little revelation "WHAT?" I must have yelled out.

"Yeah... I met her in the bar I was dared to sing in. She was the one who encouraged me to sing, to audition, and to have a dream. And then... she was the one who broke it. What's worse is that she was the one who actually told my dad about my singing passion." I couldn't believe how hard his life must have been. It was as worse as mine, and here I thought rich people didn't have much problems. "A single thought of her gets me so mad now! I became the way I am because of her."

"I'm sorry to hear that..." I said slowly, "that must have been hard for you... wait hold on, you have a half-brother?" I almost forgot he mentioned that.

"Unfortunately," he said bitterly. "Remember you asked last night that are all Aspen men this flirtatious?" I nodded. "To answer that question, yes, yes they are. Every men in my family have had an affair with another woman and some even have kids with them, for example, my dad."

This was absolutely new information. Something I would have never thought about for the Aspen family. Front of media and paper they have always looked like the perfect family, envy of every other families. I guess it's true, nothing is perfect in this damn world.

"What about your mother? Was she okay with all of these?" I ask without thinking.

Of course she's not okay you dumb thing! Why would you even ask that!

"Now comes the shocking part!" Blake scoffed. "The thing with my family is, we always land the best wives." Should I be flattered by this? "My mother forgave that bas***d after finding out he's been cheating on her for five years and even has a two year old son. Want to know why?" I nodded like a puppet, "Because she loves him. She loves him so much, that she's okay with spending the rest of her life with a man like him!" he fists tightened.

"Blake..." I said softly, holding his hand as his fist began to loosen up. He looked at him before sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry, I just hate that family so much Lilly. That's why I live here, far away from them, afraid I might turn out..." he paused, "just like them," I couldn't stop myself anymore. I hugged him instantly. Wrapping my arms around him, placing my chin on his shoulder while pulling him closer. He didn't hug me back but I didn't care.

"Awe Blake..." I said, "You may be arrogant and piss me off a lot, but let me tell you, you will never turn out like them. For you to see the right from wrong... that says a lot." I rub my hand lightly on his back. This time, I felt his hands wrapping around me. I could feel his abs and muscles as he hugged me tightly. I didn't struggle, I liked the warmth of his body, and it made me feel safe.

"Thanks Lilly Pad..." he said softly. I smiled back feeling a little redness on my cheeks. To my dismay I pull away.

"No problem," I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. "Hey Blake..." I began slowly.

"Hmm?" he replied.

"Do... do you want to be friends?" I finally ask. "Believe it or not, we have a lot of things in common..." I laughed nervously.

He looked at me shocked before his lips curved into a smile. "Well what do I have to lose? It would be fun being your friend for the next five months."

"Next five months?" I repeated after him confused.

"We are getting divorced in five months remember?" he reminded me.

Five months.

"Oh right, I almost forgot!" I remembered.

He shook his head, "You're weird," he said before looking ahead at the city.

I followed his gaze out to the city. Five months, only five months with my new friend - Blake Aspen. It broke my heart only to think, this would last for five months only. I guess I would have to make the most out of this five months. Truth to be told, I think I am understanding Blake a little better now.

Maybe we'll become best friends someday.

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Author's Note:

I tried to make it less depressing as I could.

Hello everyone, I know this update is late but I am extremely busy right now. So updates from now on are going to be late. I won't say much other than hope you liked this chapter, of them knowing each other better and becoming friends! This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has at least one the issues said in this chapter.

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