Forever Yours

Chapter 22: Mason

"No girls," Izzy stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I rolled my eyes at her. It was Friday, and we finally had actually made it through an entire day without fighting about something. It was truly monumental. "Babe, I'm just going out with some guy friends. Just a bunch of dicks. No pussy for you to worry about."

"Well in that case," she joked, "maybe I need to join in on the fun."

I scoffed. "The hell you do. You're going to be staying as far away as possible. I can't even begin to imagine the number of guys I'd have to kill if you went to a bar."

"Jeez, if you didn't want me to go, you just had to say so. No need to threaten the lives of innocent men."

Izzy was absolutely crazy sometimes. It killed me, yet I think it was one of the things that I liked so much about her. Somehow she didn't seem to understand the effect that she had on me. I felt so protective and territorial of her. I was well aware of the fact that I more than likely drove her mad due to my demanding behavior, but when I became too overwhelming or possessive, she stood up to me unlike anyone before.

In previous relationships, it would be like the girl was afraid to make a decision. She would leave everything up to me without question. She wouldn't have an opinion until I had one, which she would immediately side with me on. In the beginning, it would always be nice. I loved having control. However, it would soon grow tiring at the relentless agreements on everything. Whether it would be on how she wore her hair or what we were going to do on a date, it would all come down to what I thought or wanted. It was excruciating.

But with Izzy, it was like I was adventuring on a foreign land. Regardless of how much I sometimes wish she would just listen to me and finally agree with me on something, she had her own opinion, and she wasn't afraid to make it known. She didn't dare ask me how she should wear her hair, because she was going to wear it the way she wanted whether I agreed with her or not. She was her own person, and I adored that about her.

Not even remembering what she had just said, I pulled her in, tight against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I ignored it, already knowing it was one of the guys wondering where I was. "I gotta go, baby," I sighed. "Call me or text me if you need anything. And please, please don't get yourself into any trouble. I know you have a knack for it, but I'm begging you to just stay in your room for the night like you're supposed to."

She grinned and rolled her eyes. "I'll do my best." Just when I thought she was about to turn and walk away, she cupped me in her hand, slipped her fingers in the waistband of my jeans, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my neck. Before I had a chance react, she slipped away, leaving me half aroused. "Just something to remember me by." She winked and turned on her heel. I watched as she slowly walked out of my office in a come hither way. Those damn school uniforms were going to be the death of me.

"Old cat lady, old cat lady, old...." I kept repeating to myself until I was calmed back down. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I headed out of my office and down the stairs. I gave a few last orders to the guys I was leaving in charge for the night before I made my way out to the parking lot.

By the time I had made it out to the bar, all the guys were there. I had never been there before, but I was eternally grateful that they severed actual food too. I didn't have time to stop by the cafeteria before leaving, and my stomach was screaming in protest. After placing my order, I went to join the rest of the guys at the tables they had moved together, so everyone would have a seat.

Kade clapped my on the back as I took the seat next to him. I hadn't seen any of the guys, expect Kade of course, since the whole fire incident at the station with Izzy. "Long time, no see, Captain," Michael greeted me with a smirk.