“How do you feel right now?” Emma asked me. I winced softly on the comfortable bed. It was a four poster bed and looked so elegant with patterned designs on the bedsheets. It was alluring and matched with the some sort of weird patterns on the curtains. I wouldn't lie. It was a lovely design. I knew Mason to always bring out the best of artwork in all his residence. I smiled facing Emma. “Am hanging in there with the pain.” The pain had long subsided after Emma applied a heating balm on my back. I knew she wasn't an expert in the field but I could only trust my truth with her as only she knew and no one else. “You know I was very shocked when your husband called me to have your broken spine checked on. But then I wondered what was the reason and... I think I know the reason.” Emma folded her hands tightly shoving her fingers past her upper arms as they rested against her chest. She cocked an eyebrow. She eyed me suspiciously.I licked my lips trying to avoid her suspicious stare do
Mason's POV Why was I feeling this way? The unanswered question kept pricking my brain every second. The kiss I shared with her still lingered in my septic senses. Her lipmark still stuck to my lips and her body sent filled through all the parts of my clothes. Fuck! I loosened my tie before gulping a shot of beer. I hated how we left off with a fight but hell she fucking slapped me across the face.No one had ever dared to hit me. Not even my idiot dad or mom. I even hated myself for getting upset and lashing out at her. The look on her face which always had fear for me didn't sit well with me. I used to love making her fear me and see terror in those brown eyes of hers but today I couldn't help but get my chest tight and my stomach flipping over. It wasn't a good feeling at all. I raised my two fingers in front of the bartender to fill my glass up again while my head did give me a slight warning of my drinking habits. I turned around still seated on the stool and watched the club b
The rain wasn't stopping. My heart was beating so fast with worry. I was loosing it and out of my mind seeing the storm outside and all the havoc it was causing outside. I had tried Mason's number through the land-line but couldn't get through. It stopped working after the reception was cut off by the bad weather. Now I was sick with worry and the storm outside wasn't making me feel at ease. I tried Diana's number but she was clueless about Mason's whereabouts. He hadn't called her in hours and I knew no one else to call or talk to. I had none of his friends' contacts. He was pretty upset when he left and I knew he didn't always think straight when he was upset. I hoped he wasn't found drinking at some bar. I hiccuped getting seriously worried for him. I was pacing back and forth in the living area. I left my half eaten toasts with ice cream on the kitchen island. I had no appetite but worry filling my stomach. I held my chest trying to calm myself down. My breathing was becoming to
I stared at the man speechless. What a small world we lived in. Then I quickly remembered Mason and worriedly asked him for help. “Do you need help miss? Are you stranded because of the storm?” He asked and I shooked my head almost immediately.“My husband needs help! Please help me get him out of the car.” I pointed towards the turned over car and heard the man curse out loud before rushing towards Mason's car. I followed behind him and he immediately went to the drivers seat to pull Mason out of the car. I helped him out and we both got Mason out of the car. “Mason?! Mason?!” I said worried out of my mind. I slightly tapped his cheeks for him to wake up but he didn't. I felt his body and he was cold all over. I got so worried and I quickly took off the raincoat I was wearing to wrap it around him but the man stopped me. I blinked realizing he was still standing there.“What are you doing? You'll catch a bad cold if you take your coat off.” He said with a straight face while eyeing
I fluttered my eyelids before the ceiling came into view. I blinked a few times and immediately felt my body tight. I frowned noticing the medium chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. I recognized it easily. I was in one of the guestrooms. I scanned my eyes to my left to finally take it all in. I was in my mansion by the beach.How did I get here? Last I recalled I was tumbling inside my car while it turned over on the road. I lay on the bed feeling a bit lighter headed before I picked a familiar voice. It was her?!I looked ahead of me and found a figure by the end of the bed. It was her. Her hair was covering her face and she seemed like she was whispering. This didn't make sense. I thought the worst had happened to me and had already signed to my fate. I was taught to embrace death when it was near and I did just that. And now I was back in my home. I still heard Sierra whispering something and couldn't really pick out what she was talking about. But it sounded like she was tal
“Are you going to serve me that?” I asked making my presence known. She loudly gasped and jumped almost slapping the butter off the kitchen island. She turned to look towards me. “You scared me!” She held her chest before sighing out in relief. She then frowned after picking up my words earlier and looked down on the plate that had buttered toast and a black coffee by the side all on a wide tray. She shot her brows at me and asked. “Why? What's wrong with it?”I leaned more against the door frame and smirked wanting to annoy her. “I hate toasts especially if I haven't eaten for hours. I want a hearty meal and not that.” I pointed at the plate and scrunted my brows in irritation towards the toasts. She glared at me and for the first time I didn't find her glaring to be annoying but...cute. I only ever wanted to have a cute banter with Maria and no one else. My smile suddenly vanished and my lips were thin and straight. What was I doing right now. I looked down and heard Sierra ask. “
Even after hours Sierra wasn't doing okay. She still trembled and her hands were constantly shaking. She had full sweats all beaded around her forehead and chest. She hiccuped often and her eyes went pale from being widened for so long. “...I...killed him?...” I held her close kissing her temples while trying to comfort her. She laid her head against my chest and kept on shooking her head all the time while tears dared to spill from her eyes. My body tensed as well seeing her almost about to break down and have a panic attack. I hissed slightly while trying to move and also not wanting to tear my skin more by stretching the bandage on my abdomen. I had called my doctor immediately a few hours ago and gave him my location of my home by the beach side. While I was getting treated urgently my eyes didn't leave Sierra's side. She was shaking like a leaf deprived of both sunlight and rainfall. My heart clenched hard against my chest wishing she didn't have to hold that gun and yet again
Having no choice in the matter and the situation at hand. I only see a gun lying on the tiled floor close to where I hid behind the pillar. That man was having overpowering Mason and his abdomen was being stabbed with the small pocket knife. Even though he was drowning in pain he didn't let go of his grip around the intruder's neck. He kept on fighting and holding on even though it wasn't going to last. I couldn't....I couldn't bear to watch him being stabbed while I only hid behind a pillar like a coward. It was because of me he got distracted and the intruder seized the opportunity and took out his pocket knife swiftly to pierce it into Mason's stomach area. My widened eyes shot at the gun. It was blurry but I could still see the gun so close to me. Like it was calling me to it. I had always feared weapons and never wanted to use them ever before but seeing Mason in that state crushed me. He only gritted and not once let out a loud sound from the pain. He held it all in.No! I ca