Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

Asher had a dream that night - a very weird dream. 

He had it after spending time with Irish at her place. Perhaps, it was because of that. 

In that dream of his, he had told her that he had seen a poster for a part time job as a lifeguard at the beach behind their summer house. He really didn't think of the implications. All he thought was that it was the perfect job for her for three certain reasons -

First of all, she was quite good with people and had the ability to get the work done. Secondly, she was looking for a way to make some money for the summer while having fun. Thirdly, it was literally a few meters away from the Millicent's private resort place.

It was a bulletproof plan - or so Asher thought until he saw Irish in a goddamn red swimsuit.

It should have been illegal for her to look like that. The way the fabric sticks to her figure, accentuating her tiny waist, those toned legs that can probably kill any man, and that stunning curves that outline her body. He knows that she's working out, and she deserves good comments for her efforts.

"Asher!"

To his surprise, someone had hit him with something hard in the head. That ended his train of thought.

"Look, I know you're kinda awestruck right now because of Irish. But try to conceal it even just for a little bit, would you?" teased Adrian.

He was struggling not to laugh but failing miserably. Eventually, he doubled over laughing while Asher rubbed his head to ease the pain. He didn't really have to hit him with a surfboard to make him snap out of it.

Asher could feel himself blush at the thought of everybody seeing how he was staring at Irish - probably with his mouth open.

He just couldn't help it. She looked so gorgeous with her sheeny hair flying with the coastal breeze and her watchful gaze sweeping all over the crowd that was having a good time in the water.

In that dream, Cassidy had also taken up a shift as a lifeguard. She was sitting next to Irish, looking just as attention-catching. 

"Hey, stop laughing at me, Shade...!" exclaimed Asher, still blushing.

"You've been staring at Cassie too! I bet you looked dumber than me! Don't try to deny it!"

Adrian had sobered up enough to be able to breath again through his laughter. He then gave Asher a side look.

"Yeah, I am, but I'm her husband. I can stare at her all I want..." he boasted with a haughty smirk. 

"Now, let's go find everyone else."

Asher would probably end up blind with how much he was rolling his eyes at him in the short expanse of their conversation. Adrian was just too full of it sometimes. 

They took their surfboards and walked towards their companions who were finishing up the last touches to go ride on the waves at the shore. Bryan and Seven were gearing up with suits and everything while Edward was just talking to them, wearing only swim shorts just like they were. Charles was also there. He waved when he saw them coming their way.

"Guys, the waves are awesome today! Let's make a bet on who can ride the most of them," said an all-smiles Bryan who had put an arm around their shoulders the moment they got close enough. 

"I'll win like always," Adrian declared confidently.

"Hmph. Showing off to Cassie as usual, huh?" Asher muttered, having observed that his ego seemed to be bigger in this dream.

"You might wanna try that to a certain someone, too. It never hurts to impress a lady."

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

"If you've got the balls, why not?"

Strangely enough, the two ended up fighting because of something that small. Each tried to get on top of the other while their companions just looked at them. They knew better than to intervene.

"How long do you think they'll last this time?" asked a bored-looking Charles above all the grunts and yells.

"If it's more than ten minutes, I'll leave," replied Edward, not giving a damn as well. 

After several moments, a couple of footsteps on the sand could be heard coming closer to the chaos. Cassidy had an uninterested look on her face while Irish was looking down at them disapprovingly.

"Hey, you two idiots, knock it off!" the former ordered while the latter blew her whistle for more emphasis.

Both men got startled at the sound, stopping to look at what had caused it. Adrian was breathing hard on top of his opponent with a sleeve of his suit half down his arm and one of his hands close to punching his face. Asher stilled like him, putting his strength in stopping the fist coming his way with a guilty look on his face for getting caught fighting by the last people he wanted to.

"Adrian, get off of Asher now," said Irish impatiently.

Adrian started giving some sort of excuse but she was having none of it as she only gave him a scolding look. He just sighed and got up with a 'coward' muttered towards Asher who was still laying on the sand.

"Charlie, could you please try to get these two idiots to behave? We really don't need these problems on our shift," Cassidy said to Charles quietly. 

He gave her a nod and promised her to do the best he could. She gave him an appreciative smile in return before heading off to follow her husband. 

Back on the sand, Irish is now kneeling over Asher, giving him a mix of irritated and worried look.

He had lost his headband in the mist of fighting. So, she took it upon herself to get the hair out of his face with soft touches. Right then, he was completely dying inside. He was looking up at the sky, trying to ignore having her face so close to his.

Irish is just so sweet. 

"Are you okay, Asher? Did Adrian rough you up too much?" she asked gently, hypnotizing him with her enthralling scent and charming looks.

The moment has just started getting better, but then, Asher suddenly woke up.