Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

"We invited your friends for dinner, before we go to the airport," Mason hugged me from behind as I was packing my stuff. I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. His touch was so relaxing. "Thank you, Mason," I told him, turned around and kissed him.

He groaned and pulled away, "I'm gonna fucking miss you, Paula." He breathed heavily. "Me, too," I told him as we stayed around each other's arms. He tightened his hug and told me, "promise to call me or Marco once you missed us," he nuzzled against my neck, "we'll come pick you up any fucking time."

"Mason," I lifted his face, "once I come back, this thing ends," I motioned my hands between me and him. He clenched his jaw, clearly pissed. "Paula, we're not fucking done," he spoke back as his grip around my waist tightened.

"I can't live two lives across two continents, Mason," I threaded carefully not to piss him further. "I loved every moment with you and Marco, even when we fight," I continued, "but I already have my life planned back in Canada."

"We. Are. Not. Fucking. Done," he pushed me onto the bed and pinned me down. "Mason, I'm packi—," before I can finish what I was saying, he slammed his lips against mine. I received him openly. His tongue fought for dominance with mine and I willfully let him win. "You. Are. Ours," he wrapped a hand around my neck as his tongue continued attacking my mouth. I only moaned and gave in.

No doubt, I'm theirs.

But I didn't intend to continue this further. This was supposed to be a 3-day fling, not some indefinite arrangement. But hell, I'd be lying if I won't think of them when I get home. I'd be lying if I won't miss them.

He started humping me through our clothes. And my hips naturally moved to meet his. The friction and heat was enough for me to wet myself. And suddenly, "as much as I wanna join," Marco stood by the door frame, "but your friends are here."

Mason got off me and walked out without another word. He still looked pissed.

I fixed myself and Marco approached me, "just let him be, love," he nuzzled into my neck, "we're just gonna fucking miss you." I only hummed at the comfort of his touch. "And we also have anger management issues and we're hell bent territorial," he joked, "you know, the normal stuff billionaires come with."

I laughed out loud. "Yeah, it fucking came with the package," I agreed as we headed out the room.

Fuck, it felt like leaving two babies behind.

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"So, Paula, will Ian be waiting at the airport?" Jackie asked casually, trying to see if the twins get pissed. And they did, their face didn't fucking lie about the distaste they feel about my boyfriend. But they just stayed silent, seated calmly on either my sides and continued eating their food.

"Yeah, he'll be waiting," I answered her, "I tried to convince him not to pick up since I'll be arriving there after midnight, but he just insisted he wanted to." I shrugged.

"Ian must be missing you crazy," Kyle chimed in, "normally, he would just let you take an Uber from wherever we were."

"Maybe," I replied, "he's been busy with the side project he's working on. I don't want to hog his rest time." I was slicing my meat when Mason looked at me intensely.