Sin For Me

Chapter 15 ☑️

Megan

We strode in silence through the remainder of the darkened corridor, as my attempt at small talk proved a failure once more. We hadn't done much talking since I met him—the majority of our time together had been spent in physical pursuits, per say.

Mason hesitatingly released his arm from mine, as we arrived upon the restroom. Once inside, I hurriedly shut the door behind me, and slid my thin body down the base of the wooden frame and to the cold floor. I placed my head in my hands in frustration.

Mason had been so heady to shut me out during our conversation, yet again, as he had done several times prior. How would I ever get to know him better if he refused to let me in? Something didn't sit well within me—he embodied so many secrets. He was a mysterious man. I wondered if we'd ever make it past the physical aspects of our relationship. I badly desired this relationship to work, and communication was vital for it to succeed. He hadn't made any indication of  wanting otherwise. I wasn't merely a one night night stand, was I? Was I just some random, easy female he slept with and swept to the side? Was I one of many of the same type of women? The thought hadn't crossed my mind prior. Perhaps a relationship wasn't what Mason was seeking. The thought was unsettling.

I made a promise to myself, as I stilled on the concrete on the cold bathroom floor, to pry as much information from Mason as I could manage. If I had to seduce him to crack his ego, I was up for the challenge. I could get him to cave—I had confidence in my abilities. The way he passionately made love to me last night was all the validation I needed to reinforce my decision. I would have him as putty in my presence within a week, I concluded. One night stands were for fucking, not love making. He poured his soul out through his body. I couldn't be a one time lay!

My mind made up, and confidence distilled within me, I made way to the sink. I still had sex hair, scattered and matted about my shoulders, I realized as my reflection gazed back at me through the mirror. Eleana  must have realized the former night's events, I chuckled to myself.

Further examination into the mirror brought to my attention that rosy, lovely color had returned to my cheeks as well. I no longer appeared a sickly mold of a woman—I genuinely looked happy. I felt the part, too. Mason made me happy, despite his stubbornness and and refusal to let me in. Even if I had only known him for a short amount of time, butterflies flapped erratically each time he occupied my presence. It had been many years since I had felt truly happy with my life, much less looked the part.

I thought I loved Max in the beginning of our relationship, before the abuse began. It hadn't took long, shortly after our marriage, to realize that what we had wasn't love. It was a relationship centered upon power and control. I was nothing more than a puppet on a sting to Max—his ultimate prized possession, yet he treated me like shit.

I no longer cared to burden my life with grimy details of my past. It was probably best if it remained forgotten.

The present seemed exciting enough though—it was easy enough to fill the empty void in my conscience of memories long forgotten. Max was history as far as I was concerned. I just hope I didn't murder him, I briefly thought, as I exited the restroom, leaving the missing pieces of my life behind as I eased the door closed.

Mason stood erect beside the door, his back turned away from me. He appeared to be quietly meddling on his cellphone. He quickly faced me at the sound of the door creaking shut, greeting me with a half-hearted smile.

"Are you ready for that tour I promised you?" he inquired, his giddiness apparent, as he hastily shoved his phone in his back pocket.

"Actually, I was hoping we could go somewhere private and talk first." I glanced at him seductively, diverting his attention to my lips, as I grazed my tongue across plumpness of them.

"I was hoping to get to know you better. I've practically moved in with you, yet I still know nothing personal about you. We've even had sex, which means I've engaged my body in sex with a stranger." I emphasized the word stranger at the end, hoping he wouldn't shut me out again.

"Um, okay," he replied, clearly caught off guard. "I believe I owe you at least that much." He seemed hesitant, yet but agreeable.

I smiled a big toothy smile as he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards yet another unknown room.