20. The Morning After

Ashlynn’s POV:

I had to take a moment to digest the absurdity of what Julian had just spat at my face. Remind me again, what sort of obnoxious jerk did I get myself involved with?

“You really want me to sleep on the couch?” I questioned, the annoyance in my tone was vivid and profound.

“I believe I didn’t stutter, Ashlynn. And I like repeating myself.” Julian’s stance was unwavering and it infuriated me the more.

I shot him a death glare, “I hate you.” He shrugged unprovoked.

I sighed, realizing once again that there was no winning against Julian Kings. I got off the bed murmuring profanities at him and made my way to the couch, taking one of the smaller blankets and a pillow alongside.

I scrunched my face in disgust as I laid on the unpalatable material I was being forced to sleep on. It was very comfortable for a couch, but as a bed? Not so much.

“Good.” Julian commented and I flipped my middle finger at him. He huffed, switching off the lights and the room