Chapter 12
Mason
Oh, her body was sweet like honey last night. And she got a taste of her own medicine. A perfect date. A good romp. And then the person she gave herself to leaving without a word. She might’ve had the perfect date, but I had the perfect closing argument. Even though I left without another thought given to the situation, we all knew who had the last word.
Me.
I’d had the last word in that exchange last night.
And I knew if I left it like that, left it like she left things the first time between us, that it would get her out of my mind. She’d call, I wouldn’t pick up, she’d call a few more times, and I’d simply smile at how she wanted me and craved me, how she couldn’t stand the fact that I’d just left her like that.
I’d finally have the likes of Sarah Williams in my pool of women to draw from whenever I was lonely or back in the area.
But she was still on my mind. Even though I took a hot shower when I got home and washed her from my skin, I still woke up with her scent underneath my nostrils. I hopped back into the shower and scrubbed myself down, using my exfoliating facial scrub to annihilate my body. I wanted to erase every single trace of her. I wanted to get rid of the events that led me up to this point.
And still, her memory and her scent fluttered around my body.
It was like she was still fucking there, taunting me with those beautiful thighs. Her perfect plump lips still burned the side of my neck as I closed my eyes, reveling in how wonderful her sighs and groans felt in the crook of my neck. I hadn’t even had my coffee this morning and already my mind was swirling with disgustingly terrible thoughts of her. Thoughts of hanging her off a balcony while I devoured her pussy. Thoughts of tying her to my headboard so I could part those thighs whenever I wanted.
I stepped right out of the shower and into my personal steam room, hoping to cleanse my body of her once and for all.
But all I could think about was driving my cock into her body while the steam swirled all around us.
Finally, after three hours of walking around with a massive hard-on and her smile at the forefront of my memory, I picked up my phone and called her. Even if I didn’t understand what the fuck was going on, there was something about her my body wanted more of, and I was never one to deny my body what it wanted.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sarah. It’s me.”
“Mason? I’m sorry, I can’t honestly say I recognize your voice,” she said. “You left so silently last night.”
“I could say the same about you the first night we were together.”
“You have a fair point,” she said.
“Listen, I was wondering if you were doing anything for lunch today.”
“You mean besides working?” she asked.
“Yeah. Besides that.”
“Then nothing, if working doesn’t count.”
“What if I came by the studio and picked you up? Say, around twelve thirty? Would you be free then to grab lunch for an hour or so?” I asked.
“I guess. I won’t go on until three, and I won’t need to start prepping myself until two.”
“Perfect. I’ll call you when I’m outside. See you then.”
“See you soon,” she said.
At twelve thirty, I was parked outside of her studio. Even though I still didn’t understand why in the world I was doing this, I couldn’t wait to see her. I shot her a message letting her know I was out here, and a massive smile crossed my face as I saw her dump out of the studio building. She moved with the type of grace that couldn’t be taught or fabricated. Her thick body swayed side to side with each step she took, and I had to take deep breaths in order to keep myself under control. She opened the car door and slid in, but made no move to look at me.
“Anything you’d like to eat in particular?” I asked.
“Something out of town,” was all she gave me.
I drove us just beyond the Dallas city limits before I stopped at a barbecue joint. It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t upscale, but it was the best I could do in the time crunch we had. She didn’t allow me to open any doors for her nor did she bring her gaze to meet mine. Everything about her screamed the fact that she was angry at me for last night, but all that amounted to was a bunch of hypocritical bullshit.
We both got in the punches we felt we deserved, and now it was time to act like adults.
Specifically, it was time to figure out why my fucking brain couldn’t toss her to the curb.
“How’d you sleep last night?” I asked.
“Fine,” she said.
“Would it help if I told you I was sorry?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Are you going to be like this all through lunch?”
“Maybe.”
“Would it help if I told you I woke up with you on my mind?”
She slowly panned her gaze over to me, and I could tell I had her attention.
“You what?” she asked.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, it shocked me, too.”
“Thanks,” she said flatly.
“Not like that. Quit taking everything so personal. You’re better than that.”
“Check, please,” she said.
“Okay, okay, okay. Look, I just want to get to know you a little better, is that so wrong?”
“You could’ve done that last night. Would've made for some nice pillow talk,” she said.
“Well, we can’t go back to last night. We’ve only got right now. So, can we just toss the first two dates and start right here?” I asked.
She looked at me like I’d grown a third head. Like I’d just sprouted two fucking heads beside my own, and she was still trying to decipher what was happening. And I had to admit, I was just as taken aback, but we both couldn’t look like flabbergasted idiots in the same restaurant.
“Sure. I’ll bite,” she said.
“Wonderful. So, tell me a bit about yourself. What’s your favorite color?” I asked.
“Orange,” she said.
“Mine’s chrome.”
“Chrome isn’t a color. It’s a metallic element,” she said.
“Then silver,” I said. “Silver’s my favorite color.”
“Technically, it’s metallic gray,” she said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“You feel that feeling inside you right now? That gnawing, annoyed sensation that’s eating at your gut?”
“The one that’s telling me to flip this fucking table on top of you right now?” I asked.
“Yep. I fucked you the first time with that same feeling,” she said.
Now she was the one that had my attention.
“Can I ask why?”
“Because I viewed you as every other man. Every other cheating, lying, disgusting man that ever crossed my path. No man has ever treated me with the respect I deserved, so I figured giving you a fun run for your money before leaving you in your most vulnerable state would somehow vindicate me because of all the hurt men have bestowed upon me.”
That actually made a hell of a lot of sense.
“Did it work?” I asked. “Did you feel vindicated?”
“For about an hour. Then I got home, got undressed, crawled into bed, and still cried myself to sleep.”
I held her gaze for what seemed like hours. She openly admitted something I didn’t have to pull from her. A weakness she had. A vulnerability she only showed when she was alone, in the dark, in her room.
“And I’m guessing you did what you did last night simply to get back at me,” she said.
“You’d be right, yes.”
“So, now that we both have hopped off the petty train, let’s try answering some questions that aren’t bullshit questions. How does that sound?” she asked.
“What non-bullshit question would you like answered?”
“What’s the real reason why you won’t try to fix things with your mom?”
I sat there for a long time as our drinks were finally set in front of us. My gaze drifted over her body. Along the smooth frame she held as she sat back into the wooden booth. The way her eyes were kind but held a dagger-laced stare that would threaten to bludgeon me open if I answered her with a lie. She was testing me, giving me one last chance to prove I wasn’t like all those other men.
And even though I had no idea why, I didn’t want to be like all those other men in her life. I might bounce from woman to woman, but I sure as hell treated her with respect when she was with me.
Mostly.
“Because if I attempt to rekindle things with my mother, then to me it seems like I’m somehow putting a stamp of approval on what she did. Like me fixing things with her is me telling her that I approved of her leaving. And I didn’t. I still don’t, and I never will. I’ll never forgive her or be okay with her abandoning my father and me.”
“You mentioned she had a family after she left,” she said. “And that her daughter tries to convince you to fix things with her.”
“Yep,” I said.
“I think you should. If not to have a relationship with your mom, then to have a relationship with her. I don’t have any siblings. My parents were it, and they blew it. I haven't talked to them, and even if I wanted to, I have no idea where they are now. I don’t even know if they’re alive. I’d kill to have a sibling, someone in this world I could call family.”
“Don’t you have any cousins or something?” I asked.
“I come from a long fucking line of ‘only-children’ families. No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, and no grandparents. It’s just me. All the time. And it’s fucking lonely. And if I knew I had a sibling running around out there somewhere, I’d tolerate anything they threw at me to have them in my life.”
I could see tears threatening to brew behind her eyes. She was teetering on the edge of strength and vulnerability. I could see her arms shaking, no doubt from the force she was applying to her hands. She was probably gripping them or balling them up. Possibly wringing them in her lap.
Either way, she was trying to appear strong while simultaneously trying not to slap me for spoiling something she wanted so desperately.
Family.
“If it makes you feel any better, I do try sometimes,” I said.
“Try what?” she asked.
“To have a relationship with my sister. Well, half-sister. We tried to get together for dinner a few nights ago, but things didn’t work out.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You want the truth? I psyched myself last minute and didn’t show up.”
“You stood her up?”
“Not my best form, I can assure you. But I just don’t know. She pushes it so much, and I-I don’t know how I feel about it yet. Having a relationship with her. Opening that door that could lead to my mother.”
“What’s your sister’s name?” she asked.
I could see this moment of dread floating around in her eyes. Her mind was spinning with something, but I didn’t know what. I had a feeling my answering this question would have consequences.
“Emma. Why?” I asked.
I watched her freeze as our food was sat down in front of us. I took a massive gulp of my water, hoping I was reading too much into things. My eyes danced along her panicked face, trying to figure out what the hell I’d done wrong now.
“What did you say her name was? Sorry, I got distracted by the food. Takes a lot of calories to keep these curves,” she said.
“I bet it does,” I said, grinning. “I enjoy a woman who isn’t afraid to eat. Emma. My sister’s name is Emma.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve got to go,” she said.
And there it was. The moment I knew was coming. I had no idea what I’d said, but I wasn’t letting her leave without explaining herself. I needed to know what the hell I was fucking up now. I needed to know why the hell I couldn’t get my footing with this woman.
“What? Our food just got here. Wait. Wait a second. Sarah.”
“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly.
I took my wallet out of my pocket and tossed some money down onto the table. I tried to run after her, catch her out in the parking lot, but damn, that woman was fast. Even with her thick thighs and those fucking heels, she was already out of my vision as I stepped out in front of the restaurant. People were already taking out their phones and asking for pictures, wanting autographs and comments and shit like that.
But all I was doing was scanning the parking lot, trying to figure out where the hell Sarah had gone.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as I pulled it out. It was a message from Sarah, and I opened it up immediately. I went inside and sat back down in the booth, my eyes scanning over the message as I shook my head and sighed.
Things aren’t going to work out. Do not contact me anymore.
What the ever blessed fuck was going on?