After Mason's arrest, Julianna grew up. She's an adult now and is living a new life. But what happens when she realises that that life isn't enough for her? When she realises that her husband isn't the one she really wants? When her doubts cause her...
I tapped nervously on the little table as I waited for Mason. I was in my towns prison and I'm in the visiting room waiting for Mason to hopefully show up. I looked through the glass separating us and saw a tall man coming past. Not him. The nerves in my stomach grew as some people came and went. It wasn't too noisy today since most people are working.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It's only 1 pm currently so I have some time before Sebastian comes home but sometimes he has flexible hours and comes home at 5. I forced down the lump that was growing in my throat. I'm just gonna muster through this.
I looked up and saw a tall, attractive man with dark hair sitting down in the chair directly corresponding me, fuck fuck fuck. My heart beat started to rise as I stared, Mason. He still had the same hair, he'd got some tattoos now but he was definitely a different man. He had a smirk on his face as he laid back in his chair, legs opened and arms crossed. His dark eyes gazed back at me, I could spot a hint of hurt in them. I just stared for a few moments observing him. Taking in his attractiveness. I could see his muscles and those large hands of his...he's gotten way more attractive than I remember.
I picked up the telephone provided for communication as I tried to calm down my shaky hands.
I took a deep breath before I started to speak. "H-Hi." I looked over at him, he'd seen me talking but he still just stared. "Mason, please." He didn't shift for a bit until I went to put away the phone. He picked it up still with that amused look on his face. "How are you?" (That's basically what the room looks like)
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Mason's POV What the actual fuck was she doing here? I looked down observing her, 7 years later and nothings really changed about her. Except for what's on her collar bone I don't remember that, I'd never really take her for someone who'd get a tattoo but hey she turned out to be full of surprises. I remember in one of her letters, she said she's now a house wife. A house wife. She'd always had this dream of being a lawyer since she was younger I know, but all of a sudden she meets a guy and changes. Yet she still has 'his angel' tattooed on her? I looked at her face sensing how nervous she was, I bet she still wonders if I hate her. I was upset at first especially after she'd sent me that whole message, she couldn't even say good bye in front of my face. I was just hurt that it ended like that but hey, I moved on with that. I get it after all. What I don't understand is why she sent me letters talking about her life, knowing that I probably want nothing to do with her. Do I want nothing to do with her? She was still as beautiful as I remember, her boobs were larger now though. I wonder if she thinks about our last day together, when we'd fucked in the car and she was cumming for me. She still has that damn necklace that my dad gave her and that bracelet... ❥❥❥❥❥❥
