I nodded and looked at Serena. “Yes, she did.”
While I had originally thought Victor was a sleazeball like Mason, my opinion of him had changed these past few months. Victor was actually a really amazing guy. He truly cared about the people he let in, and so he was taking this worse than I had taken it when I found out.
So, I leaned forward and lowered my voice, so the guys wouldn’t hear us. When I was sure he and Damien weren’t listening, I glanced back at Serena. “I think you should reach out to her again. See if there’s anything she needs help with,” I said, trying to convince Serena to go without giving away too much information about Melissa being pregnant.
Michael gripped my knee and squeezed. This was hard for him. All he wanted was for her to come back and stay with us, so he knew she was healthy during this. Yet she wouldn’t. Maybe she thought Mason would change. Maybe she thought that him getting her pregnant would make him the kind of man that Michael was.
But I knew that a baby wasn’t going to fix anything.
Mason would continue to damage her. Mason would continue to hurt her.
It didn’t matter if she had his baby inside of her. He didn’t care about her that much.
Serena frowned. “Every time I message her about Mason, she always shoots me down.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying for so long, but she doesn’t want to hear it.”
I reached across the table, grasped her hand in mine, and squeezed. “Please,” I whispered. “Reach out to her once more. Ask her if she needs anything. Ask her how she’s doing.” I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what else to say.
Serena furrowed her brows. “Is something wrong with her?”
“No,” I said too quickly.
She gave me thatyeah, rightlook, but I shook my head and shot her aI can’t say anything about itlook back because I couldn’t. It wasn’t my place, especially when Michael was in the position he was in.
When the guys turned back to us, Serena dropped it, and Michael leaned closer to me.
“Thank you,” he whispered into my ear.
Victor smiled at me. “So, Mia, I heard your mom is getting better.”
My heart warmed, and I nodded. Everything was coming together. Slowly. My life was finally taking a positive turn, and I felt like I was actually getting somewhere. When I had been with Mason, I’d felt like I was running around in circles, not ever getting anywhere, trying to keep my head above water.
But now, nothing could stop me.
Not a deadbeat dad. Not a crazy ex-wife. Not even an ex-boyfriend.
After finishing the last of my burger, I pushed my plate toward the center of the table and rested a hand on my stomach. I could eat more, but I wanted dessert. When I had looked through the dinner menu, I had seen they had orange bars. And you bet I was saving room for that.
“Are you hungry for dessert?” Michael asked, nose grazing against my ear.
I pushed my thighs together, suddenly hit with a need to pee my bladder out. “Let me go to the restroom before we order.” I stood up, surveying the crowded restaurant for the restroom. All the way across the room, near the bar, there was an entrance to the restroom.
After pressing my lips on his, I pushed through the crowd to get to the restroom. So much water. Why’d I drink so much? I hurried to the room, wanting to get in and out of there quickly because I was having such a good time with Michael and my friends. It was the first time in a long time that I’d felt so damn good about us. I didn’t want the night to end.
Michael called my name. At least, I thought it was Michael. But I didn’t turn back because I was about one second from pissing myself in front of everyone. My hands glided against the cold wooden restroom door, and I pushed it open.
One moment, I was walking toward the restroom stall to pee, and the next moment, someone had their hands on my hips, gripping me quite harshly. At first, I thought Michael had followed me into the restroom to finish what we’d started earlier. But when I was pushed against the sink counter and I could finally look into the mirror, I screamed.
It wasn’t Michael. It wasn’t Serena. It was Mason.
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MIA
Before I could scream again, he snaked his hand around the front of my throat and squeezed. He pressed his cock against my ass and placed his lips to my ear. “Shh, shh, shh.”
I let out another gargled yell and threw my heel back into his shin. “Get off of me!” I shouted, struggling as pee literally ran down my thigh because I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You’re fucking crazy!”
I pushed and squirmed in his grasp, but he was stronger than I was.
