Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

For some reason, all four of them ended up at Adrian and Cassidy's place that morning.

"Hi, guys! What are you doing here?" Olivia greeted first. 

"Oh, Olivia! Charles too!" Irish blurted out, pleasantly surprised to see them there.

"Nice to see both of you. We're here to pay those dorks a visit. What 'bout you?" Asher asked.

"We're planning to do that, too. But nobody would open the door. We couldn't contact them, either," Charles explained.

Asher knitted his brows together for a moment, deep in thought. Then, a knowing grin spreads across his face. He looks at Irish and goes on to quip, "See, this is what I've been telling you about."

"Oh, my."

Olivia and Charles give each other a confused look. It appears that Asher and Irish have an idea as to why they are still out there. 

"What're you talking about?"

"Oh, you'll see. Cassie told me about this the other day."

Asher lets out a snicker then pulls a key from his pants pocket. Olivia and Charles were taken aback by this, not at all expecting that he had a spare key to the house. Irish simply smiles as he goes unlock the front door and gestures for all of them to come in quietly.

"Why the heck do you have a key, Asher?"

"Oh, are you jealous, Charlie~?"

"No. I'm concerned, you creep."

"Chill out. I demanded a spare from Cassie, okay? It's one of my conditions for allowing her to move back with Shade."

"What are you? Her father?"

"I have to conduct random check-ups."

"Didn't answer my question."

"Well, try raising that chaotic ball of energy who's not only a magnet for trouble but also a walking disaster. You'll get the feeling."

When the four of them step in through the threshold, the first thing they notice is the disarranged state of the sofa pillows, which is a little strange since the Millicent's are known for their neat and organized home. Everything is always kept in place, and if it is not, it is returned as soon as possible. So, for the sofa pillows to be disturbed, they can only think that it's because of Cassidy. 

Asher guides them all up the stairs, sending sly looks over at Irish's direction all the while. Charles glances at them inquisitively along the way while Olivia only heaves out a sigh. 

They stop by the door to the couple's room.

Asher carefully turns the knob and peeks inside. When he turns back to them, there is an amused smirk adorning his face. Charles raises a brow at him in response.

"What? You should take a look," he told them, stepping away from the doorway.

"I swear, Asher. They're married. They could be doing all sorts of things," he deadpanned, feeling like they were intruding. 

Curious, Charles does as he is told anyway, opening the door wider and poking his head into the room. Both of his brows arch upward this time when his eyes fall on what exactly Asher has been so giddy about.

It was actually more innocent-looking than he was expecting. 

Cassidy is sprawled all over her husband's chest, her arms spread as wide as they usually get when she's sleeping. Adrian has an arm wrapped loosely around his wife's dainty frame, half of his face buried in her hair. 

The couple is snoring lightly, both seeminly in deep sleep.

He snickers when he steps a little closer. There, he sees a small puddle of drool staining his boss's shirt.

"Oh, they're so cute!" Olivia cooed softly from beside Charles who then wondered out loud, "Should we wake them up?" 

"No. Hold up," Asher said before pulling out his cellphone from his pants pocket. 

"What are you doing now, you sneak?" Irish asked a bit sternly.

"Blackmail."

"You're so childish."

"Only because your bro can be a brat sometimes too."

"My lil' bro is a big man. He'll beat you up if he heard that."

Ignoring her warning, he proceeded to hold up his cellphone. He then snaps a picture before taking a look at it and chuckling to himself. His brows furrow together when he notices Charles and Olivia turn their heads to look at him sharply.

"What?"

"Nothing. You just... You just sounded a little bit like the President for a moment there."

"Heh. Interesting. Does that mean I have the honor of waking them up?"

"By all means."

Asher smirked wider. Irish sighed and pouted. 

"Asher," she warned, a bit worried. 

He waves off her concern and walks over to the side of the bed. With that, he leans down to Cassidy, his mouth just inches away from her ear, and suddenly yells, "It's the end of the month and the weekend!"

"Nooooooo!!!"

Cassidy snapped her eyes open then, looking more than startled. Her hands reach for a pillow then throw it straight in Asher's direction. She misses. He laughs and motions to Irish.

"Play the song! Play it!"

Trying to hold in her giggle, she pulls out her cellphone and plays the song. He had told her that Cassidy hated it because of how many times Aira and Bryan had been playing it for the past month. 

The music blasts through the speakers of the gadget, making her bury her head further into her husband's chest and lift her hands up to cover her ears.

"Stop it...!" Cassidy whined, her legs swinging up and down in disapproval.

"Stoooooop!"

"What the...?" Adrian groaned, blinking groggily.

"What is that sound?"

"Hell. Torture. Suffering."

"I think they're both finally awake," Olivia chimed in, trying to hold in her laugh but failing miserably.

"Right. They are," Charles chuckled.

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Asher yelled once more.

"Turn it off!"

Annoyed, Cassidy throws another pillow at him. Asher catches it and throws it back at her, hitting her in the face.

"Oh, it's on," she muttered, scrambling to her knees and aiming at him.

"Does this have to happen?" her husband asked as he sat up from their bed. 

But then, Cassidy is already launching a pillow attack, and his voice is drowned out by Olivia's squeals. Adrian can't really move much with his wife still on top of him.

So, he just plops back down on his bed with a defeated sigh. It was then that he noticed Charles standing by the corner of the room.

"Not a word about this in the office."

"I'll keep that in mind, President."

"This is weird, isn't it?"

"Very weird, indeed."

Adrian was about to say something again when he was suddenly elbowed in the chest. Cassidy had just dodged a throw from Asher.

They both stopped as soon as they heard him wheeze for air from the blow.

"Oh boy."

"Adrian!"