For the second time today I pick Olivia up, but this time I cradle her like a child rather than throwing her over my shoulder. I carry her to our room where I undress her and put her to bed where she somehow manages to fall asleep, still crying with those noises that sound like a cross between hiccups and a shaky sigh.
Chapter 34
Olivia
I wake early and have no clue how yesterday went from being such a happy day to such a bloody miserable one because of one person, a genuine blast from the past. A sigh leaves my lips and echoes around the silent room that is still in darkness courtesy of the very early hour.
Rolling onto my side, I study Mason who is lying on his side too, facing me with a tortured, worried expression on his face, because of me, me and my dad. The details of my meltdown are a little patchy, but I remember enough that I know I was in a state, shouting and crying and it was Mason who took care of me, held me, kissed me and reassuringly smoothed my hair down as he put me to bed.
I remember with a sense of guilt how he spoke several times after our little get together in the linen cupboard about how much he was looking forward to removing my dress and fully appreciating what lay beneath it, although I am not sure stripping me as I sobbed hysterically about the return of my absent father was what he had in mind.
I smile when Mase makes a funny little sound, something like a sighed yawn and decide that I really ought to put all thoughts of last night and my dad out of my mind to focus on making things up to my boyfriend.
I carefully slip out of bed and glancing around I see my clothes from yesterday neatly placed on a chair in the corner, courtesy of Mason which seems ironic as he never takes such care with his own clothes. Retrieving them I disappear into the bathroom to complete step one of my plan to make things up to Mase. My yesterday do over plan.
I turn my attention to my hair and although yesterday’s up do isn’t really in my repertoire I do manage a passable, sexy but sophisticated look that seems to be held securely by the range of grips and clips I have, leaving my neck, chest and shoulders exposed. I do my best to replicate the style of make-up from yesterday and find I am grinning at my own reflection. Yes, this will definitely go some way towards making amends. Next, I put on the stockings that were my only underwear yesterday, making me realise that I was almost naked for the whole of the day and night and then I add the dress, suddenly looking wholesome and respectable.
I switch off the bathroom light before returning to the bedroom where Mason remains asleep in bed while I grab my shoes and phone, then I leave.
Composing a text message, I have no clue why I am doing this, like this, rather than just leaning across the bed and waking Mase up by kissing him, touching him, but I’m not, so text him after calling the lift.
I receive no response and hope my message has woken Mase otherwise this could all go pear shaped as I don’t even have a key to get back into our room. The lift doors open and I step in, reaching for the ‘doors open’ button with the intention to keep it pressed until I know my boyfriend is pursuing me.
I stand in the same corner I collapsed in the night before and somehow it seems poetic to be starting over my disastrous night in this location. The sound of a door makes my pulse quicken and I take my finger off the button allowing the doors to slowly close. The quickening of my heartbeat is further accelerated when I hear Mase cursing before he briefly appears in front of me through the closing doors.
His expression is one of confusion and annoyance and then he disappears fully. Relief washes over me when I realise that the lift isn’t making its descent, the relief is quickly replaced with nervous anticipation as the doors seem to fly open revealing Mase to me again.
“Olivia!” He sounds totally exasperated by me, then taking in my appearance his hard, tight features soften and relax leaving heat and desire in their wake, albeit with a little confusion still.
“Hey babe.” I smile a rather self-satisfied grin when I realise that the heat and desire, I had seen previously has intensified tenfold with my use of the wordbabe.
“Well, hey yourself.” He’s standing on the other side of the lift doors still. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Taking in his appearance, I shrug. He is wearing nothing but his trousers from yesterday and a smile that holds a hint of concern. He has nothing on his top half, nor any shoes.
“I love you,” I say in a stifled moan.
“You know you could have woken me in bed to tell me that.”
My gaze is raking down his body and up again until my eyes settle on his face. I suppress a giggle that is as immature as it is arousing with thoughts of settling on Mason’s face and what that does to me, his mouth on me, his tongue lapping against my tender skin, probing me…
“What the fuck are you thinking?” He startles me with his interruption to my private thoughts.
“About sitting on your face.” I blurt out the words, just allowing them to tumble from my mouth with no thought whatsoever.
There’s barely a blur of movement before I acknowledge the fact that Mase is now in the lift with me and pressing me into the corner where I stand, his body pressed firmly against me and his lips slanting over mine.
“Mase.” His name comes out as a moan as I curl my fingers in his hair.
He doesn’t reply with words just his arms that are wrapping around me and his fingers that dance across my skin, touching me everywhere at the same time, disorientating and confusing me.
“You want my mouth on you, baby?” he asks as the doors to the lift close.
“I want all of you on me,” I groan breathlessly as I feel us moving.
“You’re going to get it all, Livy, and then you can tell me what the fuck is going on.”
