LOGIN36~ That's my Girl I yawned, reaching for the remote and turning on the television. Mason wasn’t home. For the first time that day, the house felt quiet and peaceful. And yet, something gnawed at me. The phone call from that morning replayed in my mind. He’d been tense, his voice sharp and angry, pacing as he spoke in hushed tones. I hadn’t heard the full conversation, but the last words he’d said before hanging up stuck with me. If I have to die, I’ll die. My chest tightened. What had he meant by that? My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered cautiously. I could hear breathing on the other end. Slow and Intentional. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice firmer now. The line went dead. I stared at the screen, unease creeping up my spine. Shaking it off, I stood and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. Keeping busy helped—at least a little. I hated Mason’s attitude lately. I hated how cold
35~ Mine to own, Mine to fuck My body ached from the night before. I pushed myself up slowly, my legs sore as I steadied my breath. I made my way downstairs toward the dining room, and froze. He was already there. Mason lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting mine with a calm, unsettling smile. “Good morning, Mama” he said. I ignored him and walked to the table. Breakfast was already laid out neatly by the maid. I sat down, my appetite gone before I even looked at the food. “How was your night?” he murmured, lifting a fork toward me. I turned my face away, my stomach churning, and reached for a glass of water instead. A low chuckle escaped him. “You’re not as innocent as I thought, Mia,” he said quietly. “Sex in the car...Woww” I choked slightly, setting the glass down hard. “You raped me” I snapped. “Don’t twist this.” His smile faded...just a little. “You wanted it” he winked. “Your pussy begged for me" “You’re insane” I muttered, pushing the plate aw
34~ Sex in the Car I packed my bags, brushing my clothes into them with shaking hands. The memories of last night washed over me. This wasn’t what I wanted; wasn’t what I had dreamed of. How has Mason changed so much? We’d been married for two years, yet the shift in him felt sudden and suffocating. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t need a divorce. I just needed to leave. I dragged my boxes behind me as I descended the stairs. My steps slowed when I saw him, his face buried in his phone, completely unbothered. The man who once made my heart race now made my chest tighten with fear. I pulled my bags quietly, clutching them as I headed for the door. “Where is my baby girl going?” he asked. I paused sharply, anger flooding through me, but I kept moving, reaching for the door. “St. Angelo’s, Street 13B…” I froze. How did he— “Sounds familiar?” he chuckled, lighting a cigarette. “How dare you...” I snapped, rushing toward him, but he caught my wrists and pu
33~The Secret "Hello, Doctor." I pressed the phone to my ear. "Hey, Mrs. Mason, I'm so sorry." His voice carried that careful tone that made my stomach drop. "What are you sorry for?" "The results...there was a mix-up. The name we had here is Mai Henderson, and the nurse confused it with yours." My grip tightened on the phone. "So what are you trying to say?" "You're not pregnant, ma'am." The words hung in the air like smoke. Ever since that night, Mason had changed. He was still loving, but something fundamental had shifted. He felt distant and cold. The way he touched me now, the words he used... he would fuck me relentlessly, desperately, like he was trying to prove something. My heart faltered every time. What changed? Did he find out the truth about the baby? I didn't want to shatter his hopes of being a father. That's why I hid it. He can't find out. He can't! I sprang up, pulling on my jeans. Fixed my hair. Applied some gloss. I needed to see him, surprise him at his
32~ Punishment The day went by in a blur. Mason didn't let me do any work, nor did he allow me to sit by myself without his assistance. And now, I desired him more than ever. It might be pregnancy symptoms, but I just wanted him close to me. "Mia?" Chelsea called, snapping me back to reality. We were having dinner—Jeremiah, Enzo, Bryson, Chelsea... They had all gathered around the table. We had decided to have a family outing. "Hey, Wifey" Mason said as he walked in, pulling off his suit jacket to reveal his muscular arms. I smiled and kissed him before he sat down beside me. "Sorry, guys..." he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "No, it's fine, Mason" Chelsea laughed as we all settled in the restaurant, placing our orders. I teasingly raised my leg under the table to meet his. Mason looked at me, smirking knowingly. "Tread softly, baby girl" he warned, and I giggled. "So Mia, how's the baby? Is he kicking well?" Bryson asked. I smiled and nodded. "Yes, all the time." I
31~ I want you inside me "Mason!" I moaned deeply as his tongue moved over my core, my legs trembling as I clung to the sheets. He pulled off his belt, tying my hands to the bedpost. "I will be gentle, he whispered, taking off his pants. His hands impatiently unbuttoned my shirt. Staring at my bra-covered chest, he unclasped my bra. My breasts spilled out, bouncing like candies. He quickly took one into his mouth, sucking and licking it dry. I moaned, my tied hands doing me no justice. My hands flew to his head, pulling him closer to me as the room filled with moans. He then massaged the other with his hand as I cried. "I want you inside me" I cried out, my pulse racing. "Baby girl, not yet, he said, pulling back as his hands slid my panties off. He smirked, licking his lips as he went down on me. I cried out in ecstasy. I pressed my thighs together, wrapping them around his head. His tongue thrust into me, and I cried out even more. "Mason, please, I pleaded t







