Chapter 28
Mason
All day and all night I had my eyes glued to the media. They kept replaying my press conference over and over again like it was some grand piece of art. Emma still wasn’t taking my calls, but now neither was Sarah. She sent me a text message saying she went to speak with Emma, but that was it.
At least she hadn’t written me out altogether.
The media was completely divided. Some were happy for me and saying we had a real relationship going on, which was false. I rolled my eyes and groaned, thinking about how easy it was to trick people into thinking two individuals were going hot and heavy or some bullshit. Sarah and I weren’t in a relationship. Not even close. I just wanted them to stop fucking calling her some bullshit word like hypocrite. She wasn’t a hypocrite. She was an attractive, successful, independent, rich, virile woman.
What the fuck was wrong with that?
They kept chirping on about how cute we looked and how happy she seemed. They praised me for bringing her out of her shell ever since the debacle with her ex. They kept fucking flashing pictures of her ex sucking face with her co-host, and all I could do was groan and hope to fuck Sarah wasn’t watching the news. She’d be so pissed they were dredging up all this stuff while trying to praise a relationship she wasn’t in.
The other half of the media was correct that we weren’t in a real relationship. But they were calling me a pig for it. A pig! Why the fuck am I the pig because I want to spoil and bang the hottest woman in Dallas? It’s not like she didn’t agree to it. It’s not like she wasn’t having fun. They were saying things like ‘I’m just taking her along for a ride’ and ‘she’ll end up like my other conquests.’ What was that supposed to mean, ‘my other conquests’? My other hookups went on to find the men of their dreams. All the women I dated once or twice would hook up with men who married their asses after me.
I fucking bolstered them into their long-term relationships. I was a professional stepping stone who set the bar for those women in their lives. After me, they knew what they deserved and how they should be treated, and it formed foundations that found them what they really wanted.
Forever love and all that shit.
Report after report after report came coming in. Some media outlets were dissecting my relationships while others were dissecting hers. It was disgusting if you asked me, and I was worried about Sarah. Sure, we weren’t in a real relationship or whatever. But I knew this was hurting her and her best friend.
My sister.
I needed to try and call Emma again now that we’d all had a chance to sleep on things.
But even when I cut off the television, Tony kept texting me headlines for all sorts of bullshit and asking me if I’d talked with Sarah. He wouldn’t fucking leave me alone, and it was like he knew I’d cut off my only source of news. There were a couple of press mongers still hanging around my house, but they left once they realized I wasn’t coming out anytime soon. I shut the blinds and raked my hand through my hair, feeling stressed all the way to my bones.
I needed to get away, and I wanted her to come with me.
I picked up my phone and dialed Sarah’s number immediately. The phone rang and rang, and I almost hung up and called right back. But just before her answering machine took over, I heard a click on the other end of the line.
A click, and then a sniffle.
Shit. Sarah wasn’t doing well, and that tugged at something deep within my chest.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Do you want to get away with me?”
“What?” she asked.
“No questions asked. Just one day of getting away from all this bullshit and all the press and all the media and just existing? Just one day?”
There was silence, and I was hanging onto her every breath. I could hear her thinking, if there was ever such a thing. My hands were shaking and everything inside of me screamed for her to say yes. I wanted her to come away with me desperately. I wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes. I wanted to put a smile on her face and clear her mind if only for a little while.
I wanted to lose myself in her more desperately than I had realized, and I honestly wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Okay,” she finally said.
“Okay? So… you’ll come? With me?”
“Yes. But I don’t know how to get to you. The press is all lined up outside of my complex,” she said.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan. I’m going to come for you in my black convertible. The windows are completely tinted. Put yourself in a costume, pack a large purse with a change of clothes and a few of your toiletries, and go out the back of your complex. Walk down one block to that colorful coffee shop, and I’ll pick you up out back in thirty minutes. Okay?”
“Okay. I’ll go get changed now,” she said.
I packed a change of clothes in a small bag and tossed my toiletries in. I hopped into my car and rolled up the windows before I put my sunglasses on. I cruised into town, searching in my rearview mirror for any signs that someone was following me. I circled downtown twice, driving the speed limit and doing everything I needed to before I pulled into the back of the coffee shop.
I didn’t even recognize her until she dropped down into the seat and closed the door.
She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a brown oversized sweater. She had on sunglasses, a broadly-brimmed hat that hid her face in the shadows, and a cream-colored purse stuffed full of clothes.
“Just in case you want to make it two days,” she said, sighing.
I buzzed out of the coffee shop, and we used the backroads until we hit the highway. We drove and we drove until the city was thirty minutes behind us, then finally Sarah unwound herself from her clothes. She tossed her hat into the back and rolled up her sleeves, and the moment she took off her sunglasses, I saw how reddened her eyes were.
I reached over automatically and took her hand, drawing faint circles on top of her skin as she sighed heavily.
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to ask her about going and seeing Emma, but something told me that was a sore topic that wasn’t meant for now. I promised her we would get away, and that meant not talking about anything that was happening back in Dallas.
So, I did the only thing I knew would make her happy.
I rolled down the windows and the top of the convertible and let her jet-black hair roam freely.
A smile slowly crossed her face as she closed her eyes. She laid back in my seat, breathing in the warm country air as I cruised down the road. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as I tried to dart them between the road and her face. For the first time since we started this whole thing between us, she actually looked relaxed.
It warmed my chest in a way I’d never felt in my entire life.
We drove for over four hours until we finally pulled into the small town of Fredericksburg. I knew this place was known for their wines and vineyards, and something told me we would be consuming a great deal of it. I pulled us into a place called the Hoffman Haus, a quaint bed and breakfast that boasted of a day spa. I parked my car and rolled up the windows and roof, watching Sarah as she reluctantly peeled herself from the seat.
She did love those top-down rides, and I was so glad I could give them to her.
“Hello and welcome to Hoffman Haus. My name is Betsy, and I’m your front desk attendant. Do y’all need one room or two?” she asked.
“One room and extreme discretion,” I said as I slid her two hundred dollars.
“Why, I don’t know what in the world y’all are talkin’ about,” she said as she slid the money back to me. “Y’all just out of towners, ain’tcha?”
I smiled gratefully at the woman as she plucked a pair of keys and put them in my hand.
“How many nights ya need, darlin’?” she asked.
“One, but the potential for two,” I said.
“I got just the room for y’all. Follow me.”
She led us up the stairs and took a hard left. We walked all the way down the hallway where she threw open a massive door, and it led into a beautiful room with a king-sized bed. There was an en suite bathroom with a jet tub and a walk-in shower, and I heard Sarah sigh with relief as she dropped her purse into the corner.
“This is beautiful,” she said. “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”
“‘Round here, you won’t get nothin’ but. Lots of people come here to get away from everythin’. We hope you enjoy your stay. We got a day spa that’s open from eight to five, so make yourselves comfortable. Wanna book up any sessions while I’m here?” she asked.
“Could we have two masseuses come to the room for us?” I asked.
“I can arrange that. Give ‘em thirty minutes, and they’ll be up here.”
“Thank you so much,” I said.
“A massage?” Sarah asked.
“Yep. And that’s just the start.”
The massages were fantastic. Sarah moaned and groaned through her entire one, and it was all I could do to keep my erection at bay. The two-hours massages were fantastic, and by the time they were done, I didn’t want to move. They let us lay there for a few minutes and bask in our relaxation, and I made sure to tip them well and thank them for coming up here to us.
“Oh, fuck. That was perfect,” she said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You getting hungry? It’s a little after dinner time around here, so places won’t be too crowded.”
“Can there be wine involved?” she asked.
“Isn’t there always?” I asked.
The two of us got changed and made our way into the city. The bed and breakfast we found was right on the outskirts of Fredericksburg, a short three-block walk into the heart of the small town. Sarah held my hand tightly as we walked down the sidewalk, earning lazy nods from the locals as we searched for a place to eat. There were plenty of hot dog and barbecue places along with wine and cigar bars, but the moment we came across a wine bar with a menu, we dove on in.
The place barely had anyone in it, and we sat in the back, so we could keep an eye on the front of the building.
Our waiter gave us a wine menu with a fabulous selection I didn’t expect to find in a small town. Most of them were made right here in the city, but a few were imported. Sarah joked that she wanted a bottle all to herself after all the shit that went down, and I strongly suspected she was partially serious. So, when she ordered her glass of wine, I told the waiter to bring the bottle over.
“Mason, that isn’t necessary,” she said.
“Yes, it is. And I’ll have the bottle that goes along with mine as well,” I said.
“Right away, y’all. Take your time ordering. If ya need suggestions, the barbecued duck is real good. Chef’s specialty.”
“Then I think I’ll have that,” Sarah said.
“With what two sides?” the waiter asked.
“Whatever the chef likes best. I’m not in a picking mood right now.”
“I’ll do the eight-ounce steak, rare. I still want it mooing at me a bit,” I said.
“I hear ya on that one,” the waiter said, smiling. “What two sides?”
“The double-baked mashed potatoes and roasted lemon vegetables,” I said.
“Comin’ right up, I’ll put those orders in and bring it out when it’s ready. Make sure to save room for dessert, though. The chef freshly prepares a mean peach cobbler and german chocolate cake.”
The hum that came from Sarah’s lips twitched my cock as I smiled at her.
“Feeling any better?” I asked.
“Much, now that I have this wine,” she said.
“It’s nice to be in a place where no one knows who we are,” I said.
“Or at least acts like they don’t. Can we stay here forever? I’d live in that bed and breakfast and hire that man to be my personal masseuse.”
“I could give you massages anytime you wanted,” I said.
“That might be better. Yours come with happy endings,” she said, winking.
“You’re damn right they do. But seriously, how are you feeling?”
I took her hand from across the table and watched as she sipped on her wine. Her eyes rose to meet mine, and for the first time, I saw a very scared Sarah. I wasn’t sure what had frightened her so badly, but the mere fact that she felt comfortable showing it to me warmed my soul.
“I saw your press conference,” she said.
“I think everyone’s seen it at least twice,” I said.
“It was kind. Thank you. It actually got some people to back off on my social media accounts.”
“Good. I was hoping it would do something like that. Do you want to talk about anything?”
“No. I want to act like it doesn’t exist for a while. Like it’s just the two of us. Is that odd?’
“Nope. It’s not odd at all. I’m actually glad you want to do that,” I said.
“You are?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, surprised. “I kind of am.”
We talked over dinner and filled our stomachs with wonderful local wine. We took the wine we didn’t finish with us, and I bought another bottle for us to pop open later if we wanted it. I took Sarah’s hand, and we walked around the town, helping our food to settle as we simply took in the slow nighttime that was pouring itself across this small town. As the stars came out, I heard Sarah gasp, her neck craning back to look up at the sky.
The stars seemed to triple in their numbers out here, and for a little while, I held her while we both gazed at them from a park bench.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said, sighing.
“It’s because you’re in town,” I said.
“Oh, stop it.”
“No, I’m serious. You’re a beautiful woman, Sarah. And I’m lucky to spend time with you whenever I can.”
“Do you mean that?” she asked.
She peeled her eyes from the sky and looked at me. I shivered at her gaze, so wanton and desperate for an answer that was going to be very easy to provide. Usually, I schmoozed women like this to get in their pants. I told them whatever they wanted to hear that would get them to roll up their skirts and part their legs.
But this was the first time I was about to answer that question with no strings attached.
And it was startling to me.
“Every word of it.”