The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

8

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. - Heathers

Great quote for this farce of a day.

After the trip down memory lane and the ill-timed slip of the tongue by Mason, Polly was about to absolutely lose it.

Polly tried to explain her pregnancy and the wedding. She even told Sloan - and Jake, since he clearly had no boundaries - about Mason and his part in the relationship. But Sloan was completely caught up in her "what about me?" crap.

"Do you even know who the father is, mom? For Christ's sake!" Sloan asked as she paced about, shooting mean glances at Polly and Mason.

"Yes, Sloan. Michael..."

"Oh, the other one. They went to high school with my friend, mom! My friend."

"To be fair, Mona is two..." Mason started.

"Butt out...you...you...cougar hunter! Or cub...or whatever the hell..."

"Sloan! That's enough. Mason is a guest in our home..."

"Your home! Not mine! I'm out!" Sloan grabbed the bags she had collected, throwing one at Jake and flew out of the house.

"She just needs time..." Mason started.

"Oh my God, Mason! I need to be alone right now!" Polly slammed past him going to her room.

Mason trailed after her. "I'm not going anywhere, Polly. You need..."

Polly stomped up to him with a snarled look on her face, "What the fuck do I need..."

Before she could finish Mason encircled her bicep in his hand and spun her around. He pushed her to the bed chest first, still holding her arm behind her back.

"You're going to calm the fuck down right this minute and listen to me," Mason growled as he kept her pinned down.

Mason gathered her other arm and held her wrists together behind her back. "Sloan is going to get a taste of the real world. She is going to date an absolute moron. And likely get her heart broken. She will mature. She will learn a few lessons. And then you can speak to her rationally."

Mason leaned over and grabbed a bra that had been left on the bed. "Convenient," he mumbled as he used it to tie her wrists. He then pulled off her pants and underwear. He flipped her back over. He raised her shirt up and pulled the cups of her bra below her breasts.

"Very pretty," he said, flicking her nipple. "All that shit about Mona, the swim team - ignore it. Maybe some truth to parts of it. Those wet swim suits with the hard nipples. But definitely not like these. These I wouldn't mind playing doctor with," he chuckled recalling Jake's childhood recollections as he pinched and pulled at both nipples.

Mason stood tall and took out his phone, calling Michael. "Hey man, Sloan was here. Lots of shit...yea man, she's fine. She just needs to get out of her own head for a bit. Yes, exactly. Tied on the bed. What can I say, I learned from the best," Mason chuckled and hung up.

"Mike will be here in ten," Mason said walking to the closet and pulling down a belt.

"M-Mason..." Polly softly spoke as she saw the belt out of the corner of her eye.

Mason folded it in half and snapped it between his hands. He leaned down near her head, but out of her line of vision. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, "Not. Another. Word. Or I will gag you. Not a sound. Or I gag you. Can you be a good girl?" She nodded her head rapidly.