Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 24 - Trust me, Sarah

After excessively exercising all of my worries out. I sulked back upstairs, already starting to feel sore around my shoulder blades from the heavy weights I'd just attempted to lift.

Mason was nowhere to be seen. Vanessa had changed and was just grabbing a sunhat. "Hey, you're right on time. We're going to have brunch on the beach today." She smiled hurriedly spraying sunscreen over her arms and legs.

"Sounds great," I said before throwing on a light sundress and pulling my hair out of a ponytail. I sprayed on some perfume to mask the scent of my perspiration.

When we made it to our table on the beach, Mason was still missing. "Where's Mason?" I finally asked. He said that he'd be here.

Tyson picked up a piece of pineapple, "oh business. He told me to tell you, but I forgot sorry."

I nodded, before playing with the food on my plate for fifteen minutes. "My pills are with Mason, I'm going to get them. Excuse me." I said eventually getting out of my seat.

"You don't have to come up with excuses to see your fiance Sarah, we get it!" Vanessa chirped winking. I rolled my eyes, before heading back to the penthouse.

I found Mason lying on his bed and typing madly on his laptop. He looked up when he noticed me standing by the door frame. "Oh, hi, aren't you supposed to be having breakfast?"

"Oh yeah, but I finished early so I came to check if you've had anything yet?

"Oh," he paused. "No, not yet. I'm just going through a couple of emails first."

I nodded looking down at my toes, feeling that awkwardness drift back into our conversation. "Do you want me to order something for you?"

"Uh, no you don't have to." He muttered, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"Okay," I murmured in response. The silence crept for longer than usually necessary, so I backed away from the door until I reached the living room area. I took a seat and combed my hair with my fingers. What's wrong with us?

I smiled, as I thought about breakfast. I picked up the phone and called for room service and order two tubs of ice cream. It was his favourite breakfast choice after all.

I rushed over to the door and opened it, waiting outside for the waiter to come.

As the waiter turned the corner, he seemed shocked to see me standing at the door waiting. He handed me the two tubs, chocolate, and mango. "Sorry, if I took to long." He said cautiously.

"Oh, no you're right on time, thank you! I handed him a couple dollars as a tip and shut the door before heading to the kitchen and grabbing two tablespoons. A smile was etched on my face as I walked to Mason's bedroom door.

I heard him shout at someone on his phone. "Come on Mike, it's really not that hard! A child can do it. Yeah. No. I've literally just emailed you step by step instructions just go and read them over a hundred times or so and you'll get it. And for Christ's sake Mike you're giving me a migraine. I don't want to hear another phone call from you for the entirety of today and the next two days!"

I knocked on the door when the yelling stopped. "Yes," he growled. I grimaced at his loud tone. He turned and his features instantly softened. He glanced at my hands.

"I brought you breakfast," I said, but it came out quieter than I'd hoped. His face contorted in curiosity with his eyebrow raised. "It's your favourite," I muttered, taking a step into his room. "Ice cream." We synchronized, smiling and I realized that stressing out was pointless. I've got nothing to worry about. It's Mason, and I love him.