Holy Angel

32. Doing the job

Mason
New York City

The sunlight beamed from the cracks of his window onto his golden freckled face. The heat from the rays slowly woke him up from his long night of sleep. It has been a few days since he left Miya back in Chicago and he would be lying if he didn't say he missed her; especially how she always woke up ready to give him head or to give him best pussy she could throw.

He groaned loudly and rolled over to the other side of his bed. He reached under the pillow and grabbed to look at his phone. The only thing he missed were some calls from a "most likely scam" number and his mother.

Mason contemplated on calling her back, but he couldn't allow himself to do it. Right now he didn't have any words to say to her, especially since he did the unthinkable to put her in harms way. He was so into trying to win Miya over that he hurt anybody who was trying to become in between him and her. Pushing the negative thoughts to the back of his mind Mason wondered why Miya hasn't contacted him this morning.

No good morning text, no picture, no missed calls or anything. He tooted his lip up and squinted his eyes as he dialed Miya's number to give her a piece of his mind.

The call was on a verge of hanging up until he heard her shuffle through her background, quickly Mason pressed his finger on the FaceTime call and waiting again. He heard her groan lightly and mumbled something slick under her breath, but she quickly accepted the video call.

Mason smirked devilishly as Miya half asleep face covered his screen.

"Why haven't I got a call nor good morning text from you?" Mason sat the phone up in an angle between the headboard and the mattress as he rested his chin in the pillow.

"Can't you see that Im practically still sleeping?" Mason watched as she rolled over onto her side. The big t-shirt she had on shifted to one side exposing her breast and erected nipple. Her hair covered majority of her face, so it was hard to tell which emotion she was expressing.

"Why does it look as if someone just got finished fucking the shit out of you?" Mason arched his brow. He loved what he was seeing at the moment and wanted to top off her look with a little attitude.

"That's because I had a dream that you were deep in these guts and you woke me up," she mumbled. "Have me wet and horny and you're not even here to take care of it." Her whine came out as a whimper, but more of a moan. He felt his manhood stiffen a little.

"You need to come back home to me." She ran her hands through her hair exposing the almond shaped light brown eyes he fell in love with.

"Or you can fly here and be with me." Mason licked on his lips and arched a brow.

"You know I can't. I have a business to handle and then I have mandatory therapy sessions."

"How is that going anyway? Everything good?" Mason could have sense something was going on since he landed in New York. He just never spoke about it since one Miya never brought it up and two it's just been a few days since her first session.

"I honestly want to beat the shit out of her. She told me that the reason I act out is because I've never been disciplined as a child, then the bitch asked if my mother had any problems. She didn't ask about my father, but my mom?," Miya sucked her teeth and chuckled. "She also threaten me saying that I better do what I'm told to do before she sends me away."

Mason arched his brow with a slight chuckle. He doesn't take threatening any of his love ones too kindly.

"So she threatened you to do as she says, what kind of shit is she talking about?"