"I'm marrying a beast." I whimpered, more to myself. "A husband is supposed to love faithfully and endlessly, respect and trust wholeheartedly, and protect his wife with his life! That's what I searched for in my prince charming. But I ended up wit...
The next day, I felt unusually uneasy and it wasn't because I was sick. My fluctuating temperature had stopped changing. Maybe it was what I'd heard Mason say last night? Or maybe it was just a bad feeling?
I was debating last night, on whether or not I should confront Mason about what he'd said, but truth be told, I wasn't sure if I... loved him too.
However, I didn't have to make a choice because when I woke up, Mason wasn't there. My eyelids were still shut, but I could feel the absence of his warmth and the scent of tequila. When I mustered up the strength to get up I noticed that I was the only one still in bed. I checked the time, it was nearly nine.
I busied myself in doing my makeup, just so I wouldn't have to think. But Mason's words still crept around my mind. When his friend, Cam called us 'love birds' and thought that we we're in love, Mason didn't stop her. But I didn't stop her either. Was it a polite thing? Or was it to silence any questions she would ask about our marriage? Maybe that's why he invited us to have lunch with them... so he could tell her the truth, that this is an arranged marriage, and he doesn't actually love me. But what about what he said last night?
I threw my eyeshadow brush across the room, annoyed with my thoughts. I huffed, why am I so concerned about this anyway? I sulked to the other side of the room to grab the brush before finishing my look. Then I finally changed out of the peach dress from last night and into a white backless maxi dress. I smiled slightly at my reflection; I hope Mason likes it. I rolled my eyes at myself, I sound like my teenage self. Maybe I do have feelings for Mason. But I wasn't sure if it was love.
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I finally walked out of our room and walked into Mason and Tyson's suite, catching Vanessa scoop up a forkful of scrambled eggs. "Ah, the sun's finally out," Vanessa shouted, watching me cheekily.
Mason popped out from the corner wearing a white long sleeve shirt and white dress pants. "Huh, well look at that, matching. Guess you guys think the same too." I turned away as I noticed him checking me out. I could feel his eyes staring at my open back, sending me shivers. Then just as I was trying to look unfazed by his evident staring, he unexpectedly came behind me and placed his large hand on my lower back. I nearly gasped at the sudden contact, but only arched my back. Although Vanessa didn't seem to notice my unusual movement, Mason did. I looked up at him and recognized his obnoxious smirk as he traced his fingers along my back. I bit my lip trying not to focus on it.
Until, a loud cough surrounded the entire kitchen area. My entire body swiftly twisted around to see Tyson, He leaned against the wall and smirked. Mason eyed the tiles as he rubbed the back of his neck. I blushed madly not being able to maintain eye contact with Tyson. He chuckled, "so Vanessa and I are going to do some donating too, like the two of you. It seemed to bring you guys pretty close." Tyson commented slyly before sharing a playful look with Vanessa.
Before they could make fun of us further Mason held my hand and lightly pulled it, signaling for me to follow him. "We're going out for a bit, and then we have lunch with Cam, so we'll see you guys at dinner." He yelled before we left the suite.
