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MASON
I’m just goingto reiterate this one more time. This girl was definitely put on this earth to give me constant stress and make my blood pressure rise.
Right now, I’m still fucking pissed about earlier. After I finished the fight with her friend, Adley, I left to go get cleaned up and changed. When Hunter approached me a few days ago and asked me if I wanted a match against her, I figured why the hell not. I saw her fighting a few times and knew she was good.
When you’re fighting in these kinds of fights, you don’t discriminate just because someone is a woman. Most of them know how to kick ass so that’s why I agreed to fight her. I just didn’t know my girl was going to be here.
The girl has some good hands on her and I was surprised the first time I saw her at the warehouse, knowing that she was Winter’s friend. I’ve made a few friends here, one being Hunter who runs this joint.
Hunter and Adley seem to be good friends as well. There’s something about Adley that I can’t quite put my finger on though. I know she’s hiding something, but I don’t really care what it is since all my focus is on my girl.
So far, she’s been good to Winter and they seem close, so I’m not really worried about her being a threat. Though if it ever came down to that, I know how to deal with her.
Back to the bane of my existence–when I came back into the main area that serves as the club dance floor, I saw her dancing. She looked delectable while she was swaying those hips along to the beat of the music like she didn’t have a care in the world.
I mean, I loved watching her let loose and the look of peace on her face. These past two weeks have been stressful for her, what with almost getting run over, dealing with Martin’s death, and being hounded by the FBI and the SEC. We didn’t get any leads on the car. It led back to a dummy account and there were no videos or anything of who picked up the car. We’ve just been hitting wall after wall.
When you know someone as well as I know her, then you know when that person isn’t at their best. I see how she tries to hide all the shit that’s bothering her. I just wish there was more I could do. I know I’m the asshole that caused most of that pain and we’ve both hurt each other. I guess I just need to be there for her and support her.
The situation with her stalker has calmed down a bit since that night in the parking garage. She still gets the creepy messages and things like that, but no one has tried to take her life since. I find it weird though that they’ve been messing with her for so long and have suddenly backed off now. It almost feels like this is the calm before the storm and that makes me uneasy.
Between us guys and the girls as well, we’ve made it a point to make sure that someone stays with her at all times until this situation is resolved. So far, it’s been working but even with all the digging I’ve been doing, I’ve come up empty-handed and that is frustrating as fuck.
Whoever is behind this has hidden their tracks very well. I’m starting to think they’re professionals. I need some kind of break to nail this bastard and that’s the one thing I can’t seem to catch.
Again, I feel like this is just the calm before the storm and the encore is coming soon. I just hope we’re prepared for it because I don’t want to lose her. She’s mine whether she wants to be and that’s all that really matters to me at this point.
I’m annoyed that I haven’t knocked her ass up yet. I know for a fact the doctor switched her injection to the placebo one I requested. I guess I’ll just have to fuck her more often, so that I can plant my seed inside her. That’s the perfect way to tie her ass to me.
Anyway, back to why I was super pissed at her earlier. It wasn’t the fact that she was dancing, nope! It was the fact that she let another man touch what was mine and it made me see red.
Once I get her upstairs, I think it’s time I reminded her little ass who she really belongs to. Like I said to her earlier, I’ll fuck all the hate she thinks she has for me out of her. One way or another, we’re going to forget the past.
I might not totally forgive her, but it’s time to forget all the shit that happened in the past, move the fuck on, and not be stuck in the same situation, going over it again and again.
Once I park in her spot in the garage, I get out of the car and walk over to her side. She’s tipsy. I’m not mad at that either since she deserved to let loose for a night.
I open her side of the door and get her out of the car before lifting her up into my arms. I walk us over to the elevator and punch in my code. She’s too drunk to notice that the code I used wasn’t hers but mine. Guess who’s living in the second penthouse apartment on her floor… yep, me!
We should take a bet to see how pissed she’ll be when she finds out. Though she shouldn’t be because this is the only way to protect her if she needs help and the best way to do that is if I’m close to her. This was one of my best ideas if I do say so myself.
“You don’t have to take me up. I can walk and make it on my own,” she mumbles, her words slurring a little.
“Yeah, and I’m fighting for world peace,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “Just shh and don’t talk. I think you’ve caused enough trouble for the night.”
“What? Says who?” she asks in an affronted voice.
“Me,” I tell her.
“Well, you’re dumb so that doesn’t really count,” she says with that smart mouth of hers. I move one of my hands and give her ass a hard squeeze.
“Ahhh!” she groans. “Do it again,” she says breathlessly a second later.
“Oh, is my little slut horny?” I ask in a mocking tone.
“I’m tipsy and you just squeezed my ass. What do you think, genius?” she snarks.
The elevator comes to a stop, and I step out with her still in my arms. The elevator is in the middle of the hall with my apartment on one end and hers on the other. When we get to her door, I hold her up with one hand while I use the other to place my fingers on the keypad. She tilts her head down to look at what I’m doing before her mouth falls open.
