Crash (A Billionaire Contract Romance)

Black Sheep

Work Monday was weird. My coworkers were shocked to see me, a few actually came up with the audacity to ask what I was doing here. They seriously thought I would just show up and act like I wasn’t fired.

Josh was apologetic almost sickly sweet. A few of the customers were giving me strange looks as well. I tried to ignore it all, pretending that it was just another normal day.

By the end of Thursday, I’m exhausted. No one wants to talk to me, some think I slept with Josh to get him to keep me on. The customers aren’t even leaving good tips. I’m lucky if I get 10%.

Clearly, they side with Lauren, I can only imagine her wrath when she found out she wasn’t welcome here anymore. I seriously wish I could be a fly on the wall when she found out. Guarantee it was a massive b***h fit.

I’m dead on my feet when I get home, I planned on experimenting on Macaroons tonight, but I think I need to just make some Brownies to drop off at the Soup Kitchen tomorrow instead. My back is cramping, my feet hurt and I have a massive headache brewing. Sitting in bed snuggled under my covers with a book sounds pretty amazing.

A hot shower and three Tylenol later I’m feeling better. Wanting to get the brownies whipped up I go to the kitchen confused when I see a huge bouquet of pink and white roses, daisies, and lilies, with green accent plants. Next to sits a box.

“What the f**k?” For a second I look around wondering if I’m in the right apartment before remembering I was just in my bedroom and digging through my clothes. How did they get in here? I locked the door. I always do, even triple-checking every time

Grabbing the card out of the flower box I read it.

I miss you,

Soup Kitchen and

The Freedom trail, Saturday

I’ll pick you up at 7:30.

See you then

-Mason

P.S. Try not to injure yourself before then.

Well, that explains how they got in here. Mason and his overbearing ass.

Shaking my head I toss the card down, determined to be out the door before 7:30 on Saturday. He doesn’t even ask, just tells me?

Nope, I don’t think so.

I’m sick of his Alpha attitude. Does he want to go out? He can ask and I’ll be more than happy to tell him no again.

Lifting the lid off the box I’m surprised at what I find; flour, oil, sprinkles, shredded coconut, peanuts, chocolate, cocoa powder, powdered sugar, M&M’s, brown sugar, three different bottles of different flavor abstract, almonds, and a giant container of Crisco.

Patting my warm cheeks I smile. If I was going to date again he would be the top contender. Smelling the flowers I look over my supplies again. I think I’ll make macaroons after all.

***

On Tuesday morning Gus catches me on my way out after dropping off Sean’s peanut doughnuts off. He asked if I knew how to make Monkey bread, said his mom use to make it for him when he was a kid and hasn’t had it in years.

I’ve actually never made Monkey bread so I had to look it up, it wasn’t a difficult recipe, I was just nervous it wouldn’t be like his mom's. He’s smiling as he digs in, even if it isn’t just like what he remembers he still likes it, which brings me a good measure of joy.

“Aria,” I swear my c**t twitches the second my name hits my ear. Maybe I can get him to say it a couple more times, it might be enough to release my craving. My own hands, even while thinking of him clearly aren’t cutting it.

I’ve been sore for a week now. Trying to chase away an ache that won’t go away. Every time I see the flowers or step into my kitchen all I can think about is him. His laugh, his eyes, his heart.

He’s different. He’s been good to me even if he’s bossy and a little overwhelming. He’s been kind and that isn’t something I can forget.

I’m also extremely attracted to him. More so than I may have ever been before. And he’s so damn persistent and addicting. Or what I feel when he’s around, that’s addicting.

I let out another breath, uncomfortably turned on. I don’t know what to do with any of these feelings. How to turn them off or make him leave me alone so I can forget him and move on. But this is the worst torture to crave something so desperately that’s I know is being offered but I won’t accept.

I can’t accept. I can’t give in. No matter how desperate or out of control I become.

“Mason.” I whimper, I f*****g whimper. Turing he’s standing toe to toe with me, looking smug as f**k, wearing black custom jeans, paired with a light blue V-neck t-shirt that makes his eyes pop. Looking at him is not helping my problem. At. All.

He has to know exactly what’s happening to me as he takes full advantage of my weak state.

Reaching his arm out he pulls me to him by the small of my back, not stopping till our stomachs are pressed so snug you wouldn’t be able to get a dollar bill between us. His entire presence keeps me hypnotized. Bending down I watch as his lips slowly get closer, my heart skipping a beat or two as I wait for something I shouldn’t let happen.

It no longer matters what I should or shouldn’t do all my thoughts are obliterated by the gentle caress of his warm, soft lips freezing us in a moment of time.

My heart slows to a stop, my brain goes slack and the loud Soup kitchen turns silent. My toes curl in my flats as my entire focus is filled with Mason and our passionate earth-shattering kiss.

It feels like it’s just the two of us locked together in pure bliss as we work to claim one another. Our breaths become one as I twist my fingers in his shirt lost to touch and passion. The intensity is off the charts, our craving, our hunger given permission to take over.

His tongue runs along my bottom lip, demanding entrance. Moaning against his lips I clench my legs tighter together as my c**t twitches. He grabs the back of my head with one hand his fingers threading through my hair while his other hand pushes against my lower back, pulling me tighter against him.

It’s impossible to miss the hard length crushed between us, poking into my stomach. He tastes minty and sweet like a mint chocolate candy. Our tongues dance to a song only the two of us know before he sucks on mine, sending me spiraling.

I dig my fingers into his hard chest, pressing myself into him as I try hard to keep a loud moan to fill the room. I’m sure we’ve already given everyone an inappropriate show, that’s bad enough but they certainly don’t need to know I just orgasmed off a f*****g kiss.

I’ve never seen stars on orgasm or understood what it meant. They couldn’t actually see stars, could they? Behind my closed lids, lights dance about, more like fireflies than stars but still beautiful and new.

Burrowing my head into the crook of his neck, he chuckles in my ear, one hand still on my lower back, the other holding my head against him. Safe, I feel safe. He’s holding me, he kissed me, and he gave me an embarrassing orgasm all without one panic attack. No bad memories came rushing forward. Instead, I feel safe and satisfied.

I fail to stop my eyes from filling with tears, but I’m overwhelmed, unbelieving that that really just happened. I bury my face deeper into his neck, needing a moment before I can face him and the room full of witnesses.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He places a kiss on the top of my head. My still racing heart skipped a beat. This is bad, so, so bad.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” Blinking my eyes a few times I push away from Mason, avoiding eye contact with literally everyone I make my way over to the trashcan disposing of the gloves I was still wearing. My panties are soaked and it’s terribly uncomfortable. I want clean panties. I also don’t want to know if anyone knows what happened. I don’t stick around to find out.

Mason’s car is parked in the front row of the parking lot, I don’t waste time walking home, I was able to fit the monkey bread and cinnamon rolls in a big bag and it was light enough to carry so I walked this morning.

It’s not like he would let me walk home anyways. His door clicks as I approach, he’s close behind like I knew he would be. I open the door and jump in, ready to be back to my place.

“You okay Crash?” He asks after he starts the car.

“Great!” I say too fast, loud, and high-pitched. I keep my gaze out the window. “Take me home please, I need an outfit change.”

His laugh settles over me like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Shut up, Mason!” He laughs even harder this time I can’t help but join in easing my embarrassment.

He takes me back to my apartment making me promise to come right back down, I tell him no. He informs me we have a date, I remind he never asked me on any date. He thinks demanding one is sufficient. I inform him it isn’t. He sighs then he asks. I tell him no. He insists. I insist. He glares. I glare back. After sitting in tense silence, my panties still wet from an epic orgasm I give in running upstairs to change fast and come back down so we can go on a date.

This is not going how I planned.