Steph's P.O.V

I wake up, engulfed in large arms. Damn, I could really get used to this, but a bitch is hungry and wants food. I try to pry Carter's arms off of me, and just when I almost succeed, I am pulled against Carter.

"Noooo, stayyy," he whines, still half asleep.

"But I'm hungryyyy," I whine back at him.

"Just five more minutes," he says

'Can you stop squeezing the life out of me then?" I question

"Fine," He loosens his grip and I take this opportunity to break loose.

"Nooooo. come back," Carter whines again

"I'm hungry though, so nope," I say, and then I get hit in the face with a pillow

"Ow!" I exclaim "What the fuck was that for?" I question

"You won't come back to bed, so I threw a pillow at you," he says sitting up

"Meanie," I say sticking my tongue out at him

"I'm the mean one? You're the one who won't come back to bed for 5 more minutes. You deserved that pillow to the face" he shoots back

"Oh well sorry your highness, but I'm hungry and want food, so I'm going to go get me some food whether you like it or not" I say turning towards the door

"Well can you at least give me the pillow back?" he questions

"Nope" I say walking out the door, hearing Carter groan in the process.

I walk down the stairs and see that Carter's chef is already cooking breakfast.

"Do you need any help?" I ask

"No that's alright, I've got it," he replies with a smile

"Alrighty," I say returning his smile and sitting at the table. Soon after Carter approaches, clearly still half asleep.

"Morning Mr. Mason," Carter's chef says

"Morning Steve," he says back

"So, you finally decided to get out of bed?" I question

"I'm not speaking to you," he states

"What?! Why? Is this because I wanted food instead of 5 more minutes with you?" I ask

"Yes. It's because you didn't want to spend 5 more minutes with me," he states

"Oh stop whining like a little girl. What are you, five?" I reply

"Yep. Definitely not speaking to you now" he says. All I do is roll my eyes

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask Carter

No reply

"Hellooooooo. Earth to Carter," I say waving my hand in front of his face

"Miss Ryder, I think he meant it when he said he wasn't speaking to you," Steve says placing my plate down in front of me and then one in front of Carter

"Please, call me Steph. And Carter you're being ridiculous. Stop acting like a drama queen," I say

Still no reply

"You know what, fine ignore me," I say, digging into me breakfast

"So, Steve. What do you have planned today?" I question

"Ummm nothing really, why do you ask?" He says

"Well the thing is, I'm really bored," I say putting on a sad face while getting up and walking over to Steve. I see Carter's looking at me, watching my every move.

"And I really want to hang out with someone, because I'm quite lonely right now," I continue, putting my arm on his shoulder

"So, I was kind of wondering if you'd like to hang out with me today. Since I'm lonely and you've got nothing to do," I say with a smile

"Uhhh ye-," before poor Steve could get any other words out Carter interrupts

"I swear to fucking God, if you go anywhere with her you're dead" he says

"Yes sir, I'll be on my way now," Steve says, rushing out the kitchen and out the door

"You," he says pointing to me "Upstairs. Now"

I knew Carter was possessive, but now he seemed quite angry.

Shit

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Carter's P.O.V

I was only messing with her when I said I wasn't talking to her. But no, this girl really knows how to get to me. She knew exactly what she was doing, walking over to Steve asking him if he wanted to hang out. She knew how I would react. I swear, this girl will be the death of me.

"What the hell was that?" I ask, slamming the bedroom door behind me

"So you're talking to me now," she says with a satisfied smile. God how I loved her smile. Focus, Carter, Focus. You're supposed to be mad.

"Steph, don't test my patience," I say

"What? I was trying to cure my boredom, since someone didn't want to talk to me," she replies

"I don't give a shit. Don't fuck around with my employees. Don't fuck around with anyone at all. You hear me?" I say pushing her up against the wall

"Yes. I get it. It was a joke, relax," she says

"You're mine. Only mine. So don't think that I won't hesitate to kill a man if they even look in your direction." I reply

"Good. Then don't think I won't hesitate to kill a woman if she looks in your direction" she says back "Starting with that bitch Anastasia" she continues

"You don't have to worry about her, she means nothing," I tell her, looking into her dark brown eyes

"I know. But still. She hates me. And the feeling is mutual. I don't wish death on anyone, but maybe if she accidentally stepped in front of a truck, life would be a bit easier." She says

"And by step, I assume you mean you're gonna push her in front of a truck?" I ask

"Nope. That's why I have Tara. She'll handle the dirty work," she says with a laugh

"You know I love you right?" I ask

"Yeah. I know. I'm pretty fucking amazing," she replies. All I could do is laugh

"Oh shit!" She says suddenly

"What? What's wrong?" I ask suddenly concerned.

"I have to go dress shopping with Tara today. I completely forgot. She's going to kill me." She says frantically

"Get ready then, I'll drop you off at your place." I tell her

"Thank you, you're the best," she says kissing me quickly. "I really should leave an extra pair of clothes here. For when shit like this happens," she says shaking her head

"Or you could just move in with me," I say. She stops dead in her tracks

"You-you mean that. Carter I swear to God if you are fucking with me right now I'll kill you," she says

"I'm not fucking with you, babe. I'm serious. If you wanna move in with me, I'd really love that. I'd actually get my five minutes with you," I reply with a smile

"You and your five minutes," she says with a laugh. "Ok, I'll move in with you," she says finally

"Yay. I get my five minutes," I say, jumping around like a teenage girl

"Cmon, lets go. Tara is definitely going to kill me," she says

We hop in my car and we drive to her place. And when we walk in the door we are greeted with a fuming Tara.

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Steph's P.O.V

"Where the fuck were you," Tara screams

"I was at Carter's," I reply

"I've been calling and calling and texting and you didn't at least have the decency to reply," she yells

"My phone died, I'm sorry," I say

"Keep your goddamn phone charger with you then. What if I was dying huh? Or was in danger? Or kidnapped? Or got treated and needed you to bail me out? Or killed someone and needed you to help me bury the body?" She asks furiously

"Tara, calm down. No need to be a drama queen," I say

"Me? I'm being a drama queen. Yea ok," she says rolling her eyes

"Tara, calm down. I'm here now, aren't I?" I say

"Je suis calme!" She yells at me (I am calm is what tht means)

"Tara, just breathe alright. Steph's sorry, she really is," Carter says. I had completely forgotten he was behind me

"You," she says pointing at me "Go change out of Lover Boy's clothes and get ready," she says "And you," she says to Carter "Out," she says pointing to the door. Then walks away into the kitchen

"Yes ma'am," Carter replies "I've got to go, I'll text you later. Ok babe? I don't want Tara to kill me," he says

"Ok, drive safe," I say giving him a kiss

"What are you still doing here?!" Tara yells, holding a knife in her hand

"Oh Jesus Christ" Carter says "See you later babe. Bye!" He says, giving me a quick kiss and then running out the door.

"What are you doing standing around like a lost chicken for? Go get dressed," she yells, still waving the knife around like a mad woman. With that, I run up the stairs quickly and get dressed.

I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and white stripe shirt and by black and white converse. Yeah, it was a black and white kind of day, don't judge my ass. I put my hair into two Dutch braids and run downstairs before I get attacked with a knife.

"You ready?" She asks

"Yea, lets go," I say

"Good," she says, walking out the door.

"Um Tara," I say

"What?" She turns around asking me

"You might wanna put the knife down," I say, pointing to the knife she was still holding

"Oh, right," she says trying to hide her embarrassment. Once she puts the knife down, we head to the wedding dress shop and look around finding some really pretty ones. All was going well until I backed up into something. Or should I say someone.

Anastasia