“Ava,” he nearly spat as Courtney moaned and shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Ethan’s eyes shot from mine to Mason’s then back to mine.
“Oh Hello, Mason isn’t it?” I said petulantly.
His stormy eyes narrowed further. “Don’t be fucking smart, Ava,” he glowered. I rolled my eyes; his chest was rising and falling heavily with each deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a scan?”
I could tell he was only just holding it together. “I would have, but you obviously can’t send or receive my calls in America,” I told him brashly as though he was stupid.
I stood up and his hand shot out to help me up but I just stared at it with disgust and refused to take it. He dropped it back down by his side and glared at me. “How are they?” he asked softly.
I snorted loudly. Courtney cringed as Mason growled and I glared at him, my own rage surfacing at his attitude. I hadn’t seen him for nearly three weeks and he comes storming in, temper frayed and had the cheek to be angry with me.
“Go home,” I ordered despondently. His eyes flashed angrily. “I won’t repeat myself Mason.” I looked at Ethan, pointedly ignoring Mason. “The pictures ready?” I asked calmly. He nodded, passing me two.
I smiled and ran my finger over the photo and then handed one to Courtney. “Oh thanks,” she said, giving Mason a furtive glance.
Mason bit his lip savagely and his fists clenched. “Ava . . . Don’t do this here,” he warned again and my own eyes flashed this time.
“Go home, Mason before you make a fool of yourself and get kicked out,” I hissed.
He scoffed. “I don’t think so. Ava,” he said cockily and I shook my head in exasperation.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot you’re God!”
“OH FUCK THIS!!” he boomed and stormed out of the door.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief and picked up my bag from the floor. “Thanks Ethan, I promise not to bring the entertainment next time.” I laughed bitterly and he nodded but gave me a sad smile.
“You look after yourself, Ava.”
I grinned, nodded and walked out. “I will.”
I called in to Brian and Brenda’s on the way home to tell them the sex of the babies and then climbed straight into bed when I arrived back at the cottage.
After the week from hell I fell straight to sleep and didn’t wake till late afternoon, feeling better already.
* * *
I made coffee and picked up my phone to text Liv the news when I saw two missed calls from Mason. Choosing to ignore them, I rang George. “Hey.” I grinned when he answered.
“Hello princess, give me the verdict,” he chuckled.
“One of each.” I smiled widely as he cheered.
“Oh Ava, that’s brilliant.”
I nodded to myself as I lifted a foot onto the chair next to me and started to paint my nails a bright red. “I know, perfect.” I sighed happily.
“And how’s the father to be?” he asked cautiously, always highly aware of mine and Mason’s volatile relationship.
“Oh the usual,” I sneered.
He sighed heavily. “I’m gonna knock both your heads together!”
I took his scolding, not daring to tell him about Mason’s impromptu visit abroad with notifying me. “I know, I’ll get over it. How are you anyway?”
We chatted happily for a while, filling each other in on our lives but I held back most of my happenings knowing George would go mad with me for the plans I had. We said goodbye with lots of tears from my end. I really could have done with a hug from him today but I got the usual chastisement from him.
I decided to bake and placing my iPod in my pocket, headphones in my ears and hair in a ponytail, I weighed, whisked, baked and danced, singing along loudly to Olly Murs.
I took the apple and raspberry muffins out of the oven singing along to ‘Hey There Beautiful.’ Turning to place them on the worktop, I was met by the amused expression of Mason sitting at the table. I dropped the tray, scattering the buns across the floor and grit my teeth in fury. “Get. The. Fuck. Out!”
He narrowed his eyes, stood up and stalked over to me. I refused to be intimidated by him and stood my ground. He reached me, cocked his head and pursed his lips as he regarded me. “Will you please let me explain before you blow off?”
I raised my eyebrows in shock. “What the hell, Mason? Don’t even try to make excuses for what you did because I don’t wanna fucking hear them, now get out,” I seethed through clenched teeth and bent to pick up the ruined muffins.
“LEAVE THEM AND FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” he yelled and my fury rose.
“Don’t you dare come here fucking bellowing at me. I have had enough Mason, I can’t do this anymore.” He flinched at my words. “What would you have done Mason if I had fucked off to America with Kade? Huh? I can fucking imagine and it wouldn’t be allowing me to stand here trying to give pathetic excuses and lies,” I bit out.
His face was dark but a haunted look flitted over his face and I shook my head sadly at him. “Go home Mason, please. I can’t cope with this nightmare relationship anymore. We’re killing each other and I’m not going to let our babies suffer for our fuck ups.” I turned to the window, refusing to let him see the tears in my eyes.
“Ava please,” he pleaded but I shook my head.
“No, Mason. You hurt me too much this time.” I spun round to face him. “I fucking sat here, meal on the table for hours waiting for you like a sad twat, stupidly thinking you were just running late and that you wouldn’t just not turn up without letting me know and then after twelve hours I started worrying, actually fucking terrified that something had happened to you.” I took a step towards him. “Thinking you might be laid dead somewhere in a fucking ditch.” Another step closer, “thinking you was overdosed on coke somewhere.” Another step. “And then I had to phone Sam. You fucked off with Rebecca but I, fucking me, had to phone around to find out what had happened to you.”
I swung my hand back and slapped him hard across the face. His head shot sideways but his face was expressionless.
We stood glaring at each other, our angry eyes locked and heated and our breathing heavy but steady.
I grabbed his hair tightly and yanked his mouth to mine, kissing him like my life depended on it, hungry and violently, my tongue exploring his angrily as he sucked harshly on mine.
My hands gripped his shirt and yanked it open, pinging buttons all over the kitchen floor as he grasped the neckline of my top and tore it open.
We fumbled frantically with each other’s trousers, yanking them and our underwear down each other’s legs. He spun me round to bend me over the table and impaled me a brutal thrust.
“Oh God! Yes Ava” he hissed as he plunged right to the tip of me. He pulled back and speared me violently again. I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure when he yanked my hair back so he could latch on to my neck as he pounded into me relentlessly, ruthlessly and angrily.
“Fuck Mason, I’m coming!” I yelled loudly as he thrust once more and joined me in my ferocious orgasm, both of us crying out each other’s name as our climax tore through us aggressively.
“Jesus, Baby,” Mason panted, resting his head against my back. I panted silently and then the tears came; the angry, exhausted and miserable tears as I still rested against the table.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he choked out as he turned me, lifted me and carried me upstairs and laid us both down in bed. “I’m sorry Ava, I’m so sorry,” he repeated and pulled me close, enveloping me tightly and securely while I wept.
CHAPTER 27
“I COULDN’T GET in touch, baby because I didn’t know I was going. Rebecca had it all planned as a surprise,” he started to explain. “She picked me straight up from the club Saturday afternoon and took me straight to the airport. I had left my phone in my office and there wasn’t any way to get in touch with you before we went. I didn’t do any of it on purpose. I told her I didn’t want to go but she w
as adamant she had sorted it out with everybody at work and that she had been planning it for weeks. I soon found out the reason for the visit though,” he scoffed.
I peered up at him through my tear splattered lashes. “She took me house viewing,” he divulged and I frowned.
“What?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, she wants us to move out there after the baby is born.” He sighed heavily and I bit my bottom lip harshly.
“And are you?” I asked cautiously.
He raised his eyebrows at me in a ‘What do you think’ expression and I sighed. “I am really sorry. Ava but there was no way I could get through to you from out there.”
“So you’re telling me you went to America with your fiancé for two weeks but you couldn’t let me know before you were whisked off?” I asked hesitantly. He nodded as he drew lazy circles on my back and planted kisses on my forehead. “Okay, and next you’ll be telling me you didn’t sleep with her while you were out there.”
His eyes widened and then narrowed. “No Ava, I didn’t sleep with Rebecca.”
“Oh come off it, Mason. A two weeks holiday with your girlfriend and you slept in separate beds did you?” I pulled out of his arms and sat on the edge of the bed.
He climbed out of bed, walked around to my side and crouched in front of me. “Ava, listen to me. I. Did. NOT. Sleep. With. Her,” he said slowly and deliberately but I just shrugged. “Why won’t you believe me?” he asked frustration written all over his face.
“I just find it hard Mason,” I admitted.
He sighed heavily and he framed my face with his hands. “Baby, I love you and only you.”
“I know you love me Mason, I’m not denying that, but I still can’t grasp the fact that you’re not fucking her.”
He closed his eyes and stood up. “You know what Ava, I’m sick of trying to tell you. You never fucking listen.” He threw his hands in the air and walked out, leaving me crying and alone as I heard the front door shut behind him a little while later.
I curled up and stared at the wall. What kind of relationship was this? I couldn’t cope with this, being second, all the time; it was tearing me in two. I just wanted to be happy, to have my man in my life without all the secrets and lies, to be able to go out in public, to hold hands while walking in the park, to kiss at a bus stop, to stroll arm in arm in the market or to even have a romantic dinner out, just simple things but I wouldn’t ever have them, couldn’t have them.
My pregnancy should be the most blissful part of a relationship, the courage, support and happy moments to share together. But I got none of these things and I was starting to think I would be better alone, not waiting by the phone all day every day, or having to secretly plan a meeting time or constantly wondering what he was doing with her all the time.
I was exhausted from it all; all the worry, pain and worst of all the things that shot around my imagination.
We both needed out if we were to survive life because I knew deep down that this would be the end of me. I had my peanuts to look after before I looked after myself, I couldn’t be selfish anymore and all this heartache was putting untold stress on them, way too much exhaustion from me would be bad for them and all the upset would raise my blood pressure once again putting them at risk. I had to sort this out or decide if I should end it, either way I had to do it soon.
I heard Mason return a short while later. He curled up behind me, pulling me back close to him without speaking and we both fell asleep.
* * *
We woke early the next morning, made love slowly and tenderly and were now sat in a warm bath together.
Mason was washing me. “We’re having a girl and a boy,” I told him, smiling softly as I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Really?” he choked out and I nodded. He swept my hair to one side and nibbled on my neck, “Wow, something actually went right for us.” He chuckled and I laughed.
“Well I suppose something has to once in a while.”
He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled me tightly and then rested them both on my belly. “You’re gonna be huge by the time you’re ready to drop.”
I glared at him. “I feel bloody huge now,” I huffed and giggled as they kicked against the trickle of the water Mason was dripping onto my stomach with the sponge.
He laughed and laid his hands over them, smiling happily every time they kicked or punched. “I love you so much, Ava.” He kissed my neck and I turned to kiss him.
“I don’t know if I can keep doing this Mason,” I confessed quietly.
He stilled behind me. “Ava, please don’t say that,” he begged but I sighed.
“I’m exhausted from it all, Mason. I want you so bad but I want you to myself. It’s killing me inside knowing that you’re with her when you’re not with me. My imagination is cruel and twisted and it’s gruelling.”
He grasped my chin and turned me to face him. “Listen to me, Ava. I promise with all my heart that I am not having sex with Rebecca. The last time I touched her was a few days before you came to work for me, and that is the honest truth. I need you to believe me, baby,” he implored desperately.
I gazed into his eyes, searching for the truth. I nodded and closed my eyes as he pulled me tight. “Thank you,” he whispered into my ear.
We lay there for a while longer before I clambered out to get ready for work. “Can’t you phone in sick today?” he pouted sulkily.
I smiled softly. “No Mason. I fucked up bad last week and I’m having to crawl up Nate’s arse at the moment,” I confessed as I dried myself.
Mason’s eyes were dark and hungry as he watched me, his erection peeking above the water.
“You like watching me Mason?” I asked huskily, turned on by the sheer lust written on his face. This man made me feel totally sexy and beautiful.
My breath hitched as he took his hard cock in his hand and started to stroke himself. The image was completely erotic as I watched him masturbate in my bath.
I hitched myself up onto the vanity unit and placed each foot on the edge, slowly opening myself and giving Mason an exposed view of my pussy. He hissed loudly and moved his hand faster and harder as I lowered mine to myself and stroked up and down my groove.
“That’s it baby, touch yourself for me,” Mason breathed.
I groaned as I circled my clit with my finger, watching him pleasure himself. “Oh God Mason, you look so fucking hot right now.” I moaned as my eyes never left his actions.
“Finger your sweet pussy, Ava,” he rasped.
I slipped two fingers into myself and glided them in and out as I continued to watch Mason’s feverish hand job.
“Come with me, Ava,” he panted.
I pressed another finger to my clit as my fingers worked frantically inside me. “Yes Mason, I’m coming!” I cried as I watched him jerk and buck in the water, his spunk spurting from him and gushing onto his hard stomach.
I closed my eyes and regained my composure before I slid off the unit, walked over to him and slipped my fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned in appreciation as he swirled his tongue around them.
“Fuck Ava, you taste good, baby.” I smiled and kissed him and as I stood up he grabbed my arm. I frowned at him and his face was bleak and woeful.
“Mason?” I asked as I slid my palm over his cheek, he closed his eyes and leant into my hand.
“I can’t let you go Ava . . . I won’t let you go,” he stated earnestly with his piercing eyes locked on mine.
I smiled gently and nodded. “I know Mason, I know.”
He smiled contentedly and kissed my palm. I dropped my hand and as I turned to leave he slapped my backside, “I’ll be staying over tonight,” he stated bluntly.
I nodded. “Okay, is it safe to cook?” I asked cautiously and he scowled at me.
“Yes Ava, I promise.”
I blew him a kiss and swayed my hips sexily as I walked to the bedroom. “Carry on and you won’t be making it into work after all,�
�� he shouted after me.
CHAPTER 28
THE NEXT SEVERAL weeks flew by and it was now early April. Mason and I had settled into a regular routine of weekends at mine and a sneaky night in the week.
I was still waiting to hear from William and with each passing week my heart sank a little more as I reserved myself for failure.
My babies were growing more and more and getting livelier every day and as my 26 week mark passed I relaxed more and started to really enjoy my pregnancy even though it was a strain to do simple things such as walk and bend.
Rebecca had delivered a girl a couple of weeks ago and I was surprised that Mason hadn’t turned into the devoted fiancé but he kept his visits and attention to me regular and I couldn’t have loved him more for it. I didn’t feel guilty for keeping him from Rebecca, she should have turned to the real father instead of being deceitful and manipulative and she may have had some help with her new-born.
* * *
It was a busy, chaotic Monday morning at NSC and after a horrendous morning, the afternoon got even worse. My PC monitor blew up . . . literally, the fax machine ate six sheets of important documents and Nate was in a foul mood. I could hear him cursing and slamming things about and I avoided him as much as possible.
At 2:00pm a tall thin redhead walked into the reception. Her face was pulled into a tight scowl but she was incredibly beautiful.
“Good afternoon, can I help you?” I asked pleasantly.
She scoured me up and down. “Yes, I’d like to see Nate,” she snipped.
“I’m sorry; do you have an appointment with Mr Carter today?” I asked, knowing that she didn’t.
She cocked her head to one side. “Now, you know I haven’t but if you could just tell him I’m here.”
I bit my tongue. “What name shall I give him, Miss?” I asked sweetly, thoroughly wanting to punch her in the face.
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