Isabella’s P.O.V.This is something new. I have been suffering from anxiety issues since more than a year. I avoid contact with everyone as much as I can, the only exception being my siblings and Rose. Other than them, I never talk to, let alone touch anyone. But it is different with Mason. It’s coming to me naturally. His touch soothes my troubled thoughts, calms my nerves down.
Why?
“He is our mate Bella. He is the ONE for us” answers Aurora.
“He is only here because he doesn’t know what kind of a MONSTER I’m, Aurora” I inform her.
“Talk to him. He is just like us, he will understand” suggests Aurora.
“Are you going crazy? You want to end up MATELESS?” I ask her, a little appalled by her suggestion.
“Do you trust me B?” asks Aurora.
“Of course I do. You and Me are two souls in one body, woman. Not trusting you would be like not trusting me” I counter back.
“Then do as I say. You don’t have to tell him everything. Just give him an idea about what’s bothering you and see where it goes” she advises.
“But….”
Before I can even come up with anything to avoid the situation she speaks again, “He won’t judge us.”
“How can you be sure of it?” I inquire.
“I just know. I have a feeling about it” she responds.
I don’t know but my doubts are eating me alive, he is walking right beside me, holding my hand in his; sparks emerging from the spot where his skin touches mine. I can’t lose him; not now, not ever. This, what I have here just feels right, feels perfect. Looking at him sideways I mouth my thoughts to Aurora, “I can’t lose him.”
I am too busy watching a small smile forming on Mason’s lips to focus on Aurora’s words, but I’m brought back when she says it again, “You won’t Bella. Trust me. He is right here and he will be, even after knowing everything.”
A smile forms on my face looking at his addictive smile which has me wrapped up in a bundle of mushy feelings. I don’t even realize when I stop in my tracks and turn towards him, raising my hand to his face. I place it on his cheek and slowly glide my fingers over his lips; before even understanding what I’m doing, I speak, “That’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
I see the blush rising on his cheek, “Awww. You’re blushing” I say to him, pinching his cheek lightly.
“No I’m not” he retorts, still very much pink from my last compliment.
I just shake my head at his denial and say, “That’s so cute.”
“You did not just say that woman?” he shouts, trying to act offended and failing miserably at it.
I just shrug at his question and pull him towards Riley’s Diner which is right outside out College Campus. He acts stubborn and doesn’t move from his space; commanding, “Take. It. Back.” Saying each word with a singular syllable to make him sound authoritive and let me tell you this, he was bad at it.
How can this cutie be crowned as the RUTHLESS one?
I can’t help but laugh at his commands and end up saying, “I don’t think so cutie.”
“You don’t want to do this woman. Take it back. Before its too late” is his reply.
“Not going to happen.”
“This is going to get you in trouble lady”, he says with a hint of amusement.
I smirk at his statement and say, “We both know, you’re not going to hurt me. So these threats are useless. How about you start living with it, CUTIE?”
“Who said anything about hurting you?” is his sly reply with a hint of something I couldn’t point out.
I look at him a little suspicious about his intentions, narrowing my eyes to look at him in order to analyze what’s going on in that brain of his. He slowly walks towards me, up to the point where there is literally no space left between us. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush towards his chest; which does not help with the rising blush on my cheeks.
I start staring at the floor, suddenly finding it more interesting then the specimen standing so close to me. He slips his hand under my chin and tilts my head a little upwards, so he could see my face. His lips are so close to mine, that I can almost taste his minty breath on it. I don’t speak for quite some time when he nudges my chin a little to bring me back from my fantasy world and instructs, “Answer my question love.”
I gulp down my saliva to wet my dry throat and speak, which comes out as a squeak, “What are you going to do?” almost breathless.
He gives me that devilish smirk, which makes my ovaries go wild and turn me into a withering mess of hormones and add, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Before I can say anything and embarrass myself even more, the sound of his phone ringing brings us back to the present world.
That’s what I call ‘Saved by the Bell’.
“Exactly” is his only reply. That’s when I realize that he heard me. He checks his caller’s name and his eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance.
Who might that be?
He raises his hand with his index finger and informs me that he is going to attend it. I don’t question him about it and just nod to acknowledge his request. I slowly turn to walk towards the diner, when I feel a tug at my hand. I look to check what is it, when I see that Mason has placed his pinky finger with mine. I look at his face to see that he is already looking at me. My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, when he says, “I never said you could leave princess.”
I smile at his small gesture and just stand there, ignoring his call. There isn’t much to ignore, he is speaking so low, even after having werewolf hearing it’s hard for me to make out what it’s about. Maybe something related to pack work. Once he is done with his call, he wraps his arm around my neck and we start walking to the diner. The silence is peaceful and non-bothering at all. It’s like if we have each other, words don’t need to be exchanged, the silence itself can be beautiful and that’s exactly what it feels like right now.
Once we are at the diner, we settle down in a booth at the far end. We both settle down in front of each other and soon a waitress arrives to take our orders. She was dressed skimpily would be an understatement, because she hardly had clothes covering her body. The top had a neck line which hardly covered her boobs; the cleavage was deep enough to fit her notepad in it and on view for everyone. The short that she was wearing was so undersized that her ass cheeks were peeking out of it. And above everything else she was eyeing my man as if she might just eat him up, right here right now.
God, can she look any more desperate.
I was staring at her shameless attitude towards my man and then I moved my attention towards Mason who was busy staring at the menu. He must really love his food more than anything, if he hasn’t noticed her yet. Relief washed over me at his ignorance towards her but at the same time I was furious at her unprofessional behavior. She cleared her throat to gain our attention, more like Mason’s attention.
I couldn’t help but stare at her blatant desperation to gain his attention. He still didn’t look at her, so she finally spoke in her fake Spanish accent, which I think was her attempt of sounding seductive; saying, “Hello. I’m Danielle and I’ll be your server today. What can I get for you?” My fists were clenching and unclenching on themselves and she was totally ignorant towards me.
Yeah. She asked Mason that, without even sparing a glance towards me. Mason looked at her and gave her a smile answering her question with, “I’ll have pancakes with banana and chocolate drizzle and a cup of coffee with extra shot of espresso.”
She noted it down and smiled at him seductively. Some nerve she has to flirt with him, when I’m sitting right here. Mason looks at me and asks, “What are you having?”
I look at him shocked and a little heartbroken. What? No babe, No love, what happened to baby girl or princess? If I wasn’t hungry before, now I totally lost whatever little appetite I had after witnessing this. I just looked at him and then at her, she was still looking at him, not even winking a glance at me. What is she trying to do? Ravage my man with her eyes? Can I even call him my man? It doesn’t look like he wants me to.
Ignoring my thoughts, I look back towards the menu card and say without even looking back up, “I’ll have pancakes with dark chocolate drizzle and chocolate chips with a strong cup of caramel coffee.”
She writes it down, still looking at Mason, who is now looking back at the menu card and leaves saying, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Mason gives her a nod and turns back towards the menu. Is this seriously happening? He finds her more attractive than me? Am I not important to him? Do I mean so little to him?
I don’t know for how long have I been gritting my teeth or clenching my fist, but I’m brought back by Mason’s touch. He places his hand on mine and asks, “You okay?”
Now you see me?
I pull my hand back towards myself and respond, “Yeah. I’m totally fine.”
Just as he is about to say something else, Danielle the flirt, arrives at our table with our breakfast. She smiles at Mason placing his breakfast in front of him and places mine near him as well, not even caring about providing good service to her customers. Well, she is interested in providing Mason with more than just good service and he very much looks fascinated by it as well. So you can say that her work skills aren’t bad. She twirls a strand of her hair around her finger, smiling at Mason and says, “You want me to help you with anything else?”
Oh please.
I scoff at her ludicrous words and pull my breakfast towards myself. Ignoring both of them and I continue to devour my pancakes. The server maybe a total bitch but the pancakes are delicious. The dark chocolate sauce makes me moan at its raw taste, my eyes close without even realizing and that when my surrounding turns silent. I open my eyes to see and notice two pair of eyes staring at me. Mason as well as the flirty bitch, both are staring at me. Mason has an amused expression whereas the waitress is looking at me as if I’ve grown two heads. I look back and forth between them for a few seconds and then finally ask with an irritated expression, “WHAT?”
Mason shakes his head to deny about it as the bitch turns back to Mason and continues her flirting. I avoid their dull conversation and focus on my pancakes. Somewhere in between that, someone calls her out and she leaves. Mason has already finished his pancakes and is drinking his coffee now. I get startled when fingers touch the curve of my lips. I look at the person who has his fingers on my lips with a questioning look. He just shrugs, wipes his thumb on my lips and brings that thumb to his mouth and licks it off.
That was sexy.
My throat dries up and I’m at loss of words at his action. I compose myself after a few seconds and ask, “Oh. So now you see me? Good to know that you finally remembered”
He looks confused for a second and them a smirk latches on his lips, looking all smug he asks, “Are you jealous babe?”
“Don’t you fucking babe me, you asshole” I gnash back at him.
“Whoa. It’s that bad huh?” is his reply.
His behavior pisses me off even more; he is behaving as he didn’t just ignore me all this time, busy flirting with her right in front of me. I take my wallet out of my bag, remove a few dollars from it and smack it on the table; I see Danielle approaching our table. Getting up I say, “You know what. Why don’t you go and fuck yourself Mason?” and leave the table, moving towards the exit. Mason grabs my hand and stops me mid step; I am fuming with anger right now.
“I wouldn’t dare to do that if I were you” I say before freeing my wrist from his hand. At the same time Danielle arrives with the bill and a napkin in her hand with a number scribbled on it. She ignores my presence as well as the tense atmosphere around us and bends a little to whisper, “Call me hun.”
Okay. Now that is the epitome of being desperate. I jeer at her words and state my final thoughts to Mason, “You know what. Don’t fuck yourself. I have an even better idea, how about you fuck her. I haven’t seen any girl more desperate than her and any guy more fascinated than you. SO ENJOY” before leaving.