Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 8 - Hide!

Chapter 8

"What are you doing in my gym?" The obnoxious structure of Mason asked. I turned to look at Blake, he looked pretty horrified.

"I thought you said that I could-" Mason cut Blake off with a swift motion of his hand.

"Not you!" He almost rolled his eyes, "Leave us." He added, dismissing Blake. 

I crossed my arms over my chest, "So I'm not allowed in your gym?" I propped my brow cockily.

I could feel his eyes on my body, "No, you're not."

I pretended to look a bit shock, "Oh really, why is that?" I could tell that he wasn't happy with me asking him for justification. He's obviously used to everyone listening to his every command. Which is why he replied with

"Because, I said so and you can't use my worker for your satisfaction." I couldn't help myself, I laughed. "My satisfaction. Mhmm, yeah him pushing me further and faster is for my satisfaction." Wait, crap that came out weird. Let me rephrase that. "I mean, excers-" 

"I don't care. Make sure your at the dining table in an hour." He ordered, I hated how he did that.

"Yeah, I'll try." I replied lazily, just as he was retreating the room. He turned around and and started walking towards me. I tried not to look fazed, but my heart was hammering. 

We were inches apart, when his rough hands pulled me to his chest. I gasped as our bodies collided. I could feel the heat of both of our bodies mingling, radiating off eachother. I felt his warm breath fan across my ear as he said, "You have to, or else..." and before I knew it, he was gone. 

I breathed a sigh of relief before grabbing my tank top and going back upstairs for "Room #3". I looked in the closet drawers to find some undergarments and picked up a simple, pale pink strapless dress that reached a few inches above my knees then leaped into the ensuite shower. 

After a refreshing, cool half an hour shower I lathered on some lotion and got ready in a short ten minutes since none of my make-up was there. Taking a hold of the mini map I starred at it for a few minutes memorizing it before going downstairs to the kitchen where I would most likely find the cook.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't afraid of what Mason was going to do with me after lunch. I know that he brought me here to get revenge for what I did yesterday... even though I'm not even done getting my revenge from him! However; for now, all I know is that I have to get out of here.

I walked into the kitchen, and thankfully she was there. I smile to her kindly. She most definetely did have a nice workplace. One of the fanciest and largest kitchens I've ever been in. I didn't understand why such rich people had to have such hi-tech kitchen stuff with all the beautiful counters and cupboards if they themselves never cook in them. Like, what's the point? I'm sure Mason's clients never come in the kitchen to complement the counters.

"Hello Miss!" She seemed surprised to see me there. "Is there something I can cook for you? There's twenty minutes until lunch, however; I'm sure I can whip whatever you like quickly!" She smiled, running around from one side to the other while talking to me.

"No no, I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious. I was just wondering where the phone were in this house. There isn't one in my room. I just wanted to call... my... umm... to-be-mother-in-law." I blushed, awkwardly stuttering at the end.

"Oh of course!" She laughed, "There's rarely any phones in this house, almost everyone carries a cell phone. There's one in the living room, two in Mr. William's office, and one in the family room." She informed.