Mason’s POVDifferent waves of emotion flooded my body, as the news headline replayed in my head over and over again – anger, sadness, confusion and more anger.“I asked you to do one thing Max! Make her disappear before those bastards would get to her!” I barked into my phone, as I paced around my bedroom. I had assured Genevieve that I protect her and her baby. I had promised! Yet, I couldn’t keep the promise I made to her! Genevieve had entrusted her life and her daughter’s to me and I let them down.“I tried but they got to her before I did.”“Genevieve was the only witness we had. And now that is gone, do you understand what this means?” my balled fists shook violently. I was back to square one again, just when everything was beginning to come together!“I am so….”“I will give you a call later,” I hung up, tossing my phone on the bed, before I would say something I would regret. It wasn’t Max’s fault completely, I shared part of the blame. If only I had not involved Genevieve in
Imogen’s POVI paced around the small room, Jules used as her office, in her bakery.I was beyond furious.I was mad at Mason. Like who the fuck did he think he was? Going around, messing with the lives of women like we didn’t matter. Talking about getting rid of that poor woman and her baby, like they weren’t human beings! I have spent all this time worrying that the Livingston’s might take my child from me if the ever found out about him, while the real danger was that Mason might also want to make us disappear too.More than anything else, I was furious at myself for caving so easily when he touched me. I should never had let him come that close in the first place. I was weak, and that was something I cannot afford to be in front of Mason!I had to find this Genevieve woman and save her. Then together, we would expose Mason Livingston to the world and everyone would finally see him for the monster he is.I will not let him get away with this. Not this time around. Though it might b
Mason’s POVI watched Imogen as she hurriedly grabbed her things, literally sprinted out of the room like she was desperately trying to get away from a monster. In this case, the monster was me.I could still remember the first time I had seen her, seven years ago, the night of my homecoming party. She had been a nervous wreck, blushing furiously at every word I said. She was a teenager in love and I was her prince charming.Only that I was no prince charming. My friends had seen her watching me for most of the party and they came up with that stupid bet, just for fun. I went ahead with it, because I was just a dumb, rich brat.If I could go back in time, I would never had made that stupid bet or even made that video of us having sex.It didn’t matter how much I want to wish it away, I couldn’t wish it away.But Imogen had betrayed my trust to. She had beat up my mother and stolen our family heirloom. She could not possibly blame me for throwing her in jail, because she would have don
Imogen’s POVThe world went still.All my senses came alive.His musky scent infiltrated my lungs with every shaky breathe I drew, overwhelming my senses. He tasted of maple syrup and coffee, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, made me hungry. Hungry for him. To taste more. Feel more.I could blame this on the fact that there had been no warning. One moment he is a feet away, jaws tight as though holding back words and the next thing I know, the sudden, searing press of his lips against mine, stole the breathe out of my lung and the fire from my rage.I know I should push him away. I wanted…needed to.But my body developed a mind of its own, betraying the words of reason my brain was screaming, as it arched into him. My body ached from years of emptiness that only Mason had ever filled.I have had several affairs over the years, but it was never this good. They were never enough. Never felt right. They were not Mason.His hands gripped my waist, not rough but not gentle
Imogen’s POVThis was not the perfect Saturday I had envisioned.I was supposed to be cuddled up in bed, sipping hot chocolate and binge watching episodes of ghost and later work on the draft of Theo’s book. Then in the evening, Ollie, Jules and I would go out to dinner, a little bonding exercise, especially for Ollie and Jules.But here I was drenched in rain, cursing and swearing at this stupid car. The stupid sales man had assured me this car was still in great condition. But for whatever reason, cloud of smoke seeped out from under the hood.I opened the hood and the pall of smoke hit my face, I coughed, using my hand to fan some of the smoke away. As the smoke cleared away, I glanced at the exposed engine, not even sure what I was looking at. I knew nothing about cars, only how to drive it.Now I was stranded on an empty road, because no reasonable person would be crazy enough to drive under this crazy rain. No one, except for me.And why was I out in the rain in the first place?
Imogene’s POVI had no idea about how to feel about Julia’s presence. Last she was here, she had gone as far as threatening me with a restraining order.But she brought wine, so it has to be a good sign, right? Right?Julia brushed past me, pausing in front of Ollie, a bright smile on her face. This certainly had to be a good sign.“Hey, my name is Julia. Your mummy and I, used to be best friends,” she said, digging into her purse and presenting him a chocolate bar.Ollie glanced up at me and I motioned for him to go ahead. His face immediately lit up as he took the chocolate bar.“Thanks Julia. My name is Ollie,” he responded.“You are very welcome,” she tugged his cheeks gently before continuing into the living room.I lifted Ollie, “time to read you that bed time story.”“Would Julia be babysitting me?”I shook my head. “Mummy isn’t going out.”He squeaked excitedly as I carried him into his bedroom.It took a lot of effort to put Ollie to bed since he was overly excited. Eventuall