by Nikki Ash
“Mason?” My eyes dart back to Mila, who is giving me a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I breathe in deeply then struggle out an exhale. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sure? You look like you’re having a hard time breathing.”
I almost tell her the truth—what’s going on in my head—but instead I play it off. “What can I say?” I lean in close to her so I can whisper into her ear. “Being in the presence of a gorgeous woman such as yourself…you take my breath away, and maybe, just maybe, I’m considering lifting my ban on moms.”
Mila’s breath hitches slightly. “Not happening, Mason.” She backs away from me slightly and tries to appear annoyed, but her nipples poking out through her thin shirt indicates she’s turned on.
“You say that”—I move closer to her again, this time cornering her between my body and the edge of the counter—“but your body says something else entirely.” My eyes dart down to her tits, and her gaze follows. Her eyes widen, but before she can respond, I back away. “I’m going to grab my stuff and then I’ll walk you guys to your car.”
I turn away from her and run into the locker room. I throw my hoodie on and grab my flip-flops to quickly slide on, the entire time trying to get a grip on myself. I’m Mason, the guy who fights and fucks. The guy who goes fishing but never keeps what he catches. I’m not the guy who settles down and takes care of a kid.
I get back out to the main area and Alec and Mila are waiting for me by the door. “Ready?” I ask, and she and Alec nod. I walk them to their car, saying a quick goodbye to both of them, then jump into mine to head home.
When I get there, Tristan is sitting at the table on his laptop. “What’s up?”
“Lexi asleep?” I ask, when I don’t hear or see her.
“Yeah, Georgia is spending the night so Charlie can close the studio.” He smiles warmly. “The girls are inseparable.” The way Tristan and Charlie’s worlds collided wasn’t exactly conventional. Major shit went down with Charlie’s husband, and had the two of them not been as strong as they are, it might’ve broken them. But they handled it together and came out even stronger and more in love, if that’s possible. The moment they met each other’s kids, they accepted them as if they were their own, and once they’re married, they’ll be adopting them, making the four of them a family, legally. I always viewed caring for someone as a negative quality. A weakness or a sacrifice. Making yourself vulnerable and setting yourself up for failure. But when I watch Tristan and Charlie together with their daughters, they don’t ever seem like they’re sacrificing anything, and they’ve proven that the two of them are stronger together than separate. It’s almost as if they complete each other.
Tristan looks up from whatever it is he’s doing and eyes me skeptically. “You okay?”
“Yeah…” I run my hands over my face. “My mom’s out of jail, again.”
Tristan nods, waiting for me to continue. I don’t usually talk about my past, but Mila’s words opened up old wounds I thought were healed, only to realize they were nothing more than deep lacerations tightly bandaged to appear like they were healed, but are still bleeding underneath.
“How did you know you could take care of Lexi?” I sit across the table from Tristan and his eyes widen, probably out of shock that I’m talking to him about this.
“Like be her dad?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t.” He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t even think of a damn name for her. I was in such shock, I almost named her after one of your conquests.” We both laugh. “Shit, five years later and I still have no idea what I’m doing most of the time.”
I scoff at Tristan’s response. He’s the best dad I’ve ever met. Growing up, when my dad was alive, he was there…yet he wasn’t. He provided a home and the necessities, but he never took care of my mom and me like he was supposed to because he was too busy drinking and gambling. He never took us anywhere or did anything with us. I remember going to school every Monday and hearing the kids talk about their weekends: trips to the park, the aquarium, dinners out. I wished for any of that, something, but it never happened. Still, even without any of that, my mom was happy when my dad was alive. We lived in a nice home and she wasn’t fucking guys for money. We didn’t have much, but we had each other… until we didn’t. Until she could no longer take care of herself, let alone me.
Tristan takes care of his daughter. He puts her first every day of his life. He thinks about her wants and needs. He loves her with every ounce of his being. My mom was given a shitty hand, and I know she did the best she could. What I don’t understand is why, when I’m more than capable of helping her, taking care of her, she won’t let me. Is it because I’m my father’s son? Does she not trust me? Is she afraid I’ll fail her the same way my dad did? Does she resent me for being the reason she had to prostitute herself out in the first place? Because I was too expensive. I had too many needs.
“Mason, what’s going on?”
I stand, feeling confused. My head and heart are all over the place. Mila’s fucking words are making me second guess everything I’ve ever believed and thought I knew.
“Nothing. I’m going to shower.”
“Okay…Oh, by the way, the condo is under contract. We need to be out the first week of March.”
“Nice. It sold quickly.”
“Yeah, and they didn’t even try to negotiate on the price. Are you coming to see the new house with us tomorrow?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Tristan picked out a house to surprise Charlie. She fell in love with it, but it needed to have some renovations done, so she insisted everyone wait to see it until they were done. They’ll be moving all of their stuff in next month before they get married.
“You know you’re welcome to move with us.”
“I know… but you guys need to do your own thing.” I shrug. “I’ll find a place before we need to be out.”
After taking a shower, I lie in bed. I had made plans to meet up with a woman I met at the club the other night, but I’m just not feeling it. On my way home from the gym I texted her to cancel. After watching a couple crappy television shows, my eyes make their way to my phone. I click on the app store and type in Plenty of Fish. I deleted the app the other day to stop myself from messaging Mila back. My finger hovers over the install button for a good minute before I finally press it. I watch impatiently as the icon slowly loads. Once it’s done, I click on it to log in, then I click on my inbox to retrieve my new messages. Shit! There must be a few hundred here. I bypass them all until I find the one I’m looking for.
Looking4Love: You must have fallen asleep… I guess I better get a couple hours as well. Good night/Good morning.
That’s the last message she sent before I deleted the app. I see the green dot indicating she’s on, so I shoot her a message, keeping it light.
GetHooked: How’s the fishing going?
Looking4Love: I haven’t caught anything LOL Well, maybe I have… but they weren’t worth keeping. How about you?
GetHooked: I’m just chilling on the pier, beer in my hand, pole in the water, waiting for the right fish to come along and bite.
Looking4Love: Haha! Mind if I join you?
GetHooked: Sure! The more the merrier. Just don’t try to steal my bait ;)
Looking4Love: I wouldn’t dream of it. Plus, something tells me the fish you’re trying to catch is nothing like the one I’m trying to catch.
And she has no idea how right she is about that…
Chapter Five
Mila
“Wow! Charlie, this place is huge!” I’m standing in the middle of her and Tristan’s massive new kitchen, practically drooling. “Like, I could fit my entire townhome into your kitchen.”
Tristan chuckles. “It’s too bad Charlie doesn’t cook.”
“Hey! I can cook!” She pushes him against his chest, but he grabs her hand and pulls her close. “It’s not my fault you can cook better,” she s
ays, pouting playfully.
The kids are running around, and you can hear their voices echoing off the bare walls. I can hear Alec counting and the girls giggling while they hide somewhere in the house.
“Tristan, Charlie, this is a beautiful home,” Ashley gushes as she walks into the kitchen. “And I love that you will only be a couple streets over from us.”
Kaden laughs. “You did good, son.” He gives Tristan and Charlie a hug. “I know I’ve said it before but welcome to the family.”
“Thank you.” Tears spring from Charlie’s eyes. “I never imagined I would go from my life before, to this. To having amazing people like you guys in my life…in my daughter’s life.”
“Aww…Charlie! I might just have to change my mind and move in here with you guys.” Mason laughs and pulls Charlie into a hug.
“You know you’re welcome to!”
“Yeah, yeah.” He checks his phone. “I need to hit the gym.” He slaps Tristan on the shoulder. “Great house, man. I look forward to moving all your shit in here in a few weeks.” Everyone cracks up, and Mason says bye to everyone before heading out.
“Dad!” Lexi comes running down the hallway with Georgia and Alec running behind her. “I’m so hungry!” She sticks her belly out. “It’s growling, and so is Georgia’s, right?” She glances toward Georgia, who nods in agreement.
“All right. Let’s go grab something to eat before my daughters shrivel up and die from starvation.”
“Mom, where’s Mason?” Alec looks around.
“He had to go work out at the gym.”
Alec frowns. “Can we ask Dad when we see him about signing me up?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
While we’re waiting for a table, Charlie and I are sitting on the bench discussing everything she still needs to purchase for their new home when I let out a yawn, and Charlie gives me a look of concern. “Not sleeping well?”
I think back to my conversation with—well, jeez, I don’t even know his name—GetHooked. We chatted for hours until I finally passed out at close to four in the morning. He’s funny and silly and just so easy to talk to. He didn’t send me any dick pics or ask what my favorite position is—refraining from doing that are automatic points in my book.
“I was messaging a guy on Plenty of Fish.” I feel myself grin, and Charlie grins back.
“Go you! Are you going to meet him?”
“I’m not sure. I’m just enjoying talking to him.”
It takes a little while for the restaurant to put a table together big enough to fit all of us, and when we’re finally sitting down to eat, I get a text message from Gavin letting me know he’s on his way to pick up Alec. I give him the name of the restaurant, and as we’re all ordering, he shows up.
“Dad!” Alec jumps out of his seat and runs over to his father.
“Little dude!” Gavin pulls him into a hug.
“I’m ordering chicken fingers! Can we stay so I can eat, please?”
“Um…” He looks to me for help.
“Hey, man.” Tristan stands and walks over to Gavin to shake his hand. “Why don’t you join us? We’re just ordering.” Tristan and Charlie have met Gavin several times when he’s come to get Alec from the house.
“You sure?” He glances toward me for the okay and I nod.
“All right, then.” He waves to everyone else at the table. “I’m Gavin Sterling, this little dude’s dad.” He pulls a chair over and sits down between Alec and me.
Once everyone finishes placing their orders, introductions are made. The first time Tristan and Charlie met Gavin, they were shocked at how well we got along. He walked into my house and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge without even asking. I explained to them later, that while we weren’t meant to be together, that doesn’t mean we can’t parent Alec together. The funny thing is once we divorced, we actually began to get along a lot better. A friendship formed that we couldn’t have while we were married. I’m glad we aren’t putting Alec in the same position my parents put me in. Alec will never have to choose one parent over the other. We spend most holidays together, and luckily, the women Gavin have dated so far haven’t been jealous or catty about it.
“What’s up with your jersey?” Tristan asks Gavin. “Is that a local team?”
“Nah, I play for a men’s softball league. We have our first game later today.”
“Really? I’ve always wanted to do something like that.”
“Well, there’s room on our team. Are you any good?”
“Hell no! I just said I wanted to do it. I didn’t say I would be any good at it.”
Gavin laughs. “Then you’ll fit right in. If you aren’t doing anything after we eat, you’re more than welcome to come down to the field and play. I’ve got some extra jerseys in my car. We practice a couple nights a week and play a game on Sundays.”
Tristan glances toward Charlie, and she smiles. “I can’t wait to see this!” She claps her hands together in pure excitement and everyone laughs.
“Oh my God! Tristan in that jersey.” Charlie waggles her eyebrows while she pretends to fan herself, and I crack up. We’re at the softball field watching a bunch of grown men play a softball game that would more than likely be aired on America’s Funniest Home Videos before ESPN. It’s the ninth inning with only one strike left until the game is over, and Gavin’s team is surprisingly winning. The batter strikes out, and the guys join in the center of the field to shake hands before parting ways.
Gavin, Tristan, and a couple other guys from Gavin’s team come over to us. “You were amazing.” Charlie wraps her arms around Tristan’s neck, and he chuckles.
Gavin smiles warmly at me. “Thanks for coming. Alec hates having to stay cooped up in the dugout during the game.” He points toward his friends. “These are a couple friends of mine.” He points to a cute blond-haired guy with piercing green eyes. “This is Jack.” Then he points to another guy who is just as cute but with a shaved head and amber eyes. “And this is Chris.”
The guys both extend their hands out to shake mine. “This is my ex-wife, Mila.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say to them both. “You guys played a good game.”
“Nah, the other team just played worse,” Jack jokes, and his playfulness has me smiling.
We say our goodbyes and I take off, leaving Alec with his dad. Gavin asked if he could drop him off and pick him up from school tomorrow, which means I will have two days of me time, and I start my new job tomorrow.
When I get home, there’s a text from an unknown number and one from Gavin.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Jack. I hope it’s not weird I’m texting you. Gavin gave me your number. I was hoping maybe I could take you out some time.
Gavin: Jack asked for your number…we’re not really friends. Just play ball together and hang out occasionally afterward with the team.
That’s Gavin’s way of telling me he doesn’t mind if I go out with Jack. I send Gavin a text back thanking him, then I send Jack one to let him know I would love to go out with him. If I never date, how will I ever find my forever?
Chapter Six
Mason
GetHooked: How’s my favorite fisherman doing?
I’m hanging out at Plush with a few friends of mine from the gym. Plush is a members only club. It’s actually where Tristan met Charlie when she used to work here. The bottom floor has a bar and dance floor, and there are half-naked women and men dancing in cages on the outskirts of the club. The second floor has a smaller bar and dance floor, but it also has several private rooms. The rooms can be rented by the hour or for the night along with the women or men. I’ve rented a room for the night. The liquor is flowing and Brent and Tommy, another fighter I’m friends with, have women giving them lap dances, their eyes glued to their tits and ass.
My eyes, on the other hand, are glued to my phone as I wait for Mila to respond. Earlier, when I told Tristan I was leaving to go out, he mentioned that he and Charlie were watching Alec for Mila. A
pparently she has a date tonight and her ex-husband couldn’t take Alec as planned.
Looking4Love: It’s fisherWOMAN! And not good…
GetHooked: I’m sorry fisherWOMAN. What’s wrong?
Looking4Love: I’m on a date and it’s kind of sucking.
GetHooked: Ahh… so you finally reeled in a fish?
Looking4Love: More like an old, smelly boot! He seemed sweet when I first met him, but now he’s just nasty. His attitude, his comments. Just gross!
I chuckle, and the guys glance my way, reminding me where I am. One of the dancers comes over and gives me a flirtatious smile. She’s got fake blonde hair, fat tits, and lips that are meant for giving head. She’s the complete opposite of Mila in every way, and it scares the shit out of me when I look at her and she does absolutely nothing for me.
“Can I give you a lap dance?”
“Sure.”
I set my phone down so she can straddle my lap and hopefully take my mind off Mila. Taking a pull of my Heineken, I try to focus on the woman in front of me: on her ass and tits and hips that are swaying seductively to the music. But for some reason, my mind keeps going back to the brown-haired, hazel-eyed woman stuck on a shitty date.
Chapter Seven
Mila
“How is the new job going?” Charlie asks as she hands me a large bottle of red paint to pour into a smaller, squeezable bottle.
