Chapter 20 #2
I’m about five minutes from Mason’s when my phone starts to ring, and I answer without looking—too afraid of taking my eyes from the road—then switch it to speaker.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Scar!”
“Hey! I’m just driving.” I tell her on impulse. “I’m actually in the Bentley.”
“Mason let you drive the Bentley?” She’s shocked.
I chuckle, wiggling my bum into the seat. “I know. I wouldn’t trust me either.”
Her laugh echoes through the car, making me smile. “So, I wanted to know if you would do lunch with me tomorrow? Dad has a two-hour appointment which he refuses to let me go to; he’s a stubborn fool.”
“Of course, I’d love to! How is he?”
I mentally try to remember what classes I have tomorrow.
“He’s good. Seems upbeat about it all. I just hope they find a transplant.”
“A transplant?” I frown.
“Yeah, Mason didn’t tell you?”
“No.” I bite my bottom lip in worry.
“Typical.” She huffs, and I hear her shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Dad needs a liver transplant, he’s high on the list, though, and they think it’ll be within the next six months.”
“Wow. That’s big.” My shoulders drop as disappointment floods me. Why would Mase not tell me? “What’s his appointment for tomorrow?”
“Blood tests, I think he said. He refused to have me sit and wait the full two hours, so I said I would drop him off and meet you. If you were free.”
Two hours for blood tests? That seems like a long time.
I jolt forward in the seat, my body lurching into the steering wheel before it’s thrown back into the leather.
“What? Nina? What was that noise?”
“Oh my god!” I panic, looking over the steering wheel to see the bonnet crumpled.
“Nina?”
“Scarlet.”
“No… Nina. Tell me you haven’t?”
“Fuck, Scarlet,” I cry.
“You haven’t, tell me you haven’t.”
“I have.”
“I expected worse.” Scarlet shrugs at me as the paramedic passes me a form.
I stare down at the front of Mason’s Bentley—which is now embedded in the back of a black cab.
Luckily it was empty and the driver is fine.
“Worse? How does this get any worse?” My phone rings for the sixteenth time and I reject the call.
“I’ll call him,” she states, pulling out her phone.
I stare at her wide-eyed, shaking my head at her. “Scar, no!”
“Mason. I’m with Nina.”
I palm my forehead, wondering whether I should start running now.
My stomach rolls as the Audi approaches, and I’m surprised I manage to stay on my feet. I can’t believe I crashed his car. His Bentley.
My body shakes with adrenaline, and I know I’m only moments away from tears. My emotions bubble to boiling point when I see him step from the car.
He doesn’t say a word to anyone. He strides across the asphalt, walking past the Bentley as if it’s not even there—broken.
Jesus, I crashed his car.
My feet leave the ground as he wraps his arms around me, shaking his head as it burrows deep into my neck. “What are you trying to do to me, Pix.”
“I’m so sorry. Your car. I don’t know wha—”
“The car doesn’t matter,” he says, pulling back and shaking his head. “Why didn’t you call me? It’s been over an hour since you texted me.”
“I thought you’d be mad.”
“Mad? I am fucking livid, Nina. All I ask is to know you are safe.” His voice shakes as his anger rises. “Why the fuck didn’t you call me before?” he bellows at Scarlet.
“Mason, calm down,” Vinny says, stepping forward.
“She’s fine, big brother. Just chill, okay?” Scarlet says, giving him a pointed look as her eyes dart to me.
“Chill? I would be fucking chill if one of you had bothered to call me.”
Mase
“Mason!” Scarlet whisper-shouts at me.
I follow her line of sight and find Nina swiping at her tear-stained cheeks.
Fuck.
“Nina,” I soothe, pulling her into my arms.
“I’m so sorry.” She sniffles into my chest, her body trembling.
I look up to the night sky willing myself to calm down.
She is safe.
A paramedic approaches us and takes some papers from Nina, and he checks them over then tears off the bottom piece. “So I’m happy for you to go home and rest without needing to go to the hospital, but please call 111 if you feel any of the symptoms listed within the next forty-eight hours, okay?”
“Yes, okay. Thank you,” Nina tells him.
Vinny looks over at me in question, and I give him a nod. “Come on, love.”
He wraps his arm around her and walks her to the Audi.
“You’re sure she doesn’t need to go to hospital?” I ask the paramedic as he starts to remove his gloves.
“The car took the brunt of the impact.” He looks at the crumpled front bumper. “She should be fine, but as I said, call if you have any concerns. She’s pretty shaken up but otherwise fit and healthy.” He nods to me before climbing into the back of the ambulance.
I start to empty the Bentley of all my belongings before it gets towed away. Scarlet stands at my side as I open the boot.
A suitcase stuffed full lies in the bed.
“She said you asked her to move in.” Scarlet smiles.
“Yeah,” I say, staring down at the small case. Does she have more than this?
“Dad has an appointment tomorrow.”
“Not now, Scar, please.” I look at her, running my hand down over my face. “Just not tonight.”
“When then, Mase? You didn’t even tell Nina!”
“Tell her what?” I frown.
“Jesus Christ. About Dad! The transplant!”
“I was going to.”
She rolls her eyes, knowing I wouldn’t have. “It’s about time you started taking his health more seriously. Before it’s too late.” She stalks off towards her car, and I slam the boot.
Nina seems to have pulled herself together once I slide into the Audi. I look to Vinny in the rearview mirror, and he gives me a warm smile that tells me she’s okay.
“Come here,” I whisper, pulling her onto my lap and breathing her in.
Nina
Words aren’t needed on the elevator ride up to the penthouse. Mason’s hold on me seems to soothe the adrenaline that invades me as much as my embrace diminishes his stress.
I only ask to know that you are safe.
Guilt eats at me for not calling him sooner.
“I need a shower,” I tell him, not releasing him.
I don’t want to let him go.
As if he understands, he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. He pulls me into his en suite, leaning in to turn on the spray as I sit on the edge of the bath.
“It’s late, baby. Let’s get you showered and in bed. Do you feel okay, still?”
I nod and stand, my body aching as I go to lift my top, but he’s already there. He pulls my T-shirt up over my arms, then removes my bra.
Leaning forward, he kisses my forehead, pausing with his lips there. “I was so fucking scared. Petrified that something had happened. I thought the worst and then Scarlet called and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel in control.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Shh,” he murmurs against my head. “It’s not your fault.”
He reaches between us, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down my legs as his lips find my neck. He moves down my body, nipping at my breasts and stomach as he lowers to his knees.
His fingers hook into my lace underwear, and I frown as his eyes widen.
“Nina, you’re fucking bleeding!”
He kneels, staring at my centre, and I step back, looking down at myself. I have a small patch of blood on my underwear.
“Oh my god! Get out!” I panic, using my hands to cover myself.
“I’ll call an ambulance.” He stands and runs out of the bathroom.
“What? No, wait, Mase! It’s just my period.”
“What?” He comes back into the room with his face screwed up.
“I’m fine. It’s just my—”
“I heard you the first time.” He grasps the back of his neck, squeezing his eyes closed. I stand watching him, not wanting to laugh but unable to control it.
“It’s not fucking funny, woman.”
“Imagine if you called an ambulance.” I snort. “‘Excuse me can I get an ambulance my girlfriend got her period’.”
His hands find his hips, his lip tipping up on one side, and it only makes me laugh harder.
Reaching up, he grasps his T-shirt behind the neck and pulls it over his head, rendering me stupid as his solid muscles ripple with the move.
Mother Nature, you are a bitch.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Shower. Now,” he tells me, nodding towards the running water.
“Uh, I don’t think so. Get out.”
He ignores me, stepping into me and lifting me in his arms. He walks us into the shower with me still in my underwear, and him in his jeans.
I’m lowered to the ground, but he keeps me close, my breasts pressed against his solid chest.
“The T-shirt couldn’t get wet but fuck the jeans, right?” I smile, teasing him.
“House rules. No smiling on your period.” I throw my head back and laugh, then he adds, “You know what it gets you.”
“Okay, Bossman. No smiling.” I school my features, leaning in to kiss my beautiful man.
His hands drift over my hips, pulling my thong down my legs. I step out of it, and he bends to pick it up, discarding it to the back of the shower. Picking up the soap, he starts to lather his hands as he rounds me.
Starting at my back, he rubs his hands expertly into my muscles, using the soap suds to glide his hands over my pebbled skin. I moan as he reaches my mid-back, the muscles feeling tender there. He moves lower, spending time to massage each leg, not missing an inch of me.
His front moulds to my back, and I sigh. The feel of his erection against my back makes my body hum with want and need.
“This isn’t fair,” I moan.
His lips fall to my neck as his large hands capture my breasts, brushing over each nipple and pulling them between his skilled fingers. He spends the most time on my breasts, growling each time I involuntarily arch back into him.
“I love you,” he tells me, tenderly kissing my temple.