Mason Campbell And Lauren Hart Novels & Stories

"And why have you dragged his Luna here? Of all places." "South section," Max answered, "And I thought you'd like to meet here," he said, shoving me forward. "Happy families, right?" Mason laughed again, "She's a Jones." "Born and raised," Max added, "But this is fun, isn't it Ella?" "Maddison moved out today," Mason said coolly. "Well, it was nice meeting you guys," I announced, "but it's getting late so I think I'll be off," I added heading for the door. "See you at Thanksgiving I suppose."

Mason asks smoothly. Lauren pushes her hair back again. “There is no mister…not anymore. I got divorced last year.” “You hear that?” Mason’s eyes light up way too fucking much. “She got a divorce last year. That must have been so hard for you.” “It was.” Lauren lets out a small sigh and leans in. “I came back to Silver Ridge to hopefully get things right this time around.” “Getting a drink is a good way to get the night started off the right way,” Mason goes on. “And like you said, you could really use one tonight.”

*** Lauren's phone rang while she was sleeping in the room. A restricted number. She connected it. "Hello?". It was Madeline Carter. "Hi Lauren, you haven't opened I*******m since seven hours now. I sent something interesting". She disconnected the line. Lauren immediately opened her I*******m chats with Madeline Carter. It was Caleb Monroe in bed with a strange woman. Lauren trembled in shock. The restricted number came in again. Lauren reluctantly connected it. "I have another news for you Lauren Lancaster. Are you aware that your best friend Amy whom you thought had been practicing law in Los Angeles have been in Beverly Hills for three years, secretly meeting Ethan Whitmore?".

He smiled. I made my way to the bathroom, and sat on the toilet seat. I opened my phone, and noticed a notification for the tabloids. I tapped on it without much of a thought, and my stomach flipped as soon as I saw the news. “Basketball star: Mason Coleman has now gotten back together with ex-girlfriend: Lyra Knight. Do they make a dashing couple of what?” Under the headline were several videos of Mason, and Lyra looking cozy at the dinner party yesterday, and also today at a high end café.

she said. "Good to be back." She didn't ask questions. She never did. I spent the morning shelving books. Running the register. Smiling at customers. Normal. I was normal. Then I saw it. The TV above the register. A news channel. A photo of Mason. And Vanessa. At some club. His hand on her waist. Her face buried in his neck. "Billionaire Playboy Mason Chen Spotted with Model Vanessa Hart After Months of Secrecy." I dropped the book I was holding.

The sprawling space, with its modern art and city views, felt like a haven, but Lauren’s guard was up. Their routine—dinners, late-night talks, shared laughter—had eased her pain, but tonight, Tom’s gaze was heavier, his touches lingering. As they sat on the plush sofa, wine for him, sparkling water for her, Lauren’s phone buzzed with a news alert. She glanced at it, then froze. A gossip magazine headline screamed: Billionaire Alex Magnus and Melissa McCarthy Rekindle Romance in LA! The photo showed Alex and Melissa holding hands, her lips on his, their smiles radiant. Lauren’s breath hitched, a tear slipping down her cheek as her heart cracked anew.

The next night, I went out for some drinks with friends after work. When I got home, Leah and Lauren were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Leah had put on "Wild Things" on demand. I laughed to myself and gave her a look that said, "Really?" It was toward the end, which was unfortunate. I had missed the part when Denise Richards and Neve Campbell fuck Matt Dillon. I would have loved to have heard whatever smooth line Leah came up with to try to lay groundwork with Lauren.

It was Carter, grinning ear to ear. “Hey, Sis! You’ve got company, huh…?” As his eyes landed on Seth, Carter froze. Then his eyes went wide with disbelief. “Wait… Is that— Is that really Director Mason?! “Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m actually seeing you in person!” Carter strode across the room, rubbing his hands nervously on his jeans before bending slightly and extending a hand. “Director Mason, I’m Carter Lucas. I’m an actor. I’ve got a historical romance drama airing next month. I’d really appreciate any advice you could give.”

In his head he heard Aislen’s voice: “From the purely human perspective, you f-king raped me.” He watched as Lauren hurried from the room, her chin to her chest, her hair shielding her face, and her body language tense. She made two more trips into the room from her trolley, delivering flowers and gift baskets from the grateful Havermouth parents, before pushing her trolley on down the hallway without saying goodbye. “Do you ever wonder,” Cameron slid Rhett a look from the corner of his eye. “What the human girls we had sex with before… What they think?”

"Then let's smash it to pieces. I want it to shatter loud enough for him to hear." "Understood." … Lauren had been entangled with that repulsive old man, Dexter Hopper, overseas for a week before finally bringing up business. "Mr. Hopper, about that partnership with Jamison Group…" Lauren's face was flushed with coy allure, and her clothes were shockingly revealing. Dexter narrowed his wrinkled eyes and gripped her hip with his rough hand. "What partnership? Did you mention something like that?" Lauren froze. "Mr. Hopper, I told you before. You—"