𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔(𝑴𝒙𝑴)

~22~

Mason's POV

As cliche as it is I woke up to a sore ass, jelly legs and an empty bed. I shouldn't feel dejected but I do. I'm not supposed to read into it but my stupid heart is hurting over a stupid alpha.

I should've pushed him away the moment I sensed it, but nooo....

What did I do?

For a second time I stupidly let him in and I'm paying the price for it. I feel like such an idiot

No, I am an idiot

I wobbled my way to the bathroom and caught a glance of myself. My eyes widened at the hickeys that littered my chest and neck

Is he a vampire or what?

This will be impossible to hide. I can't wear a scarf or turtleneck in the middle of June, that'll just be weird. I was freaking out over this, I already can't walk straight and I have the hickeys to show proof of that. Esme will never let it slide. I could already picture the looks I'd get from her

Like telepathy, someone rang the doorbell

Don't be her, please don't be her

I made my way to the door and sprayed a lavender air freshener. It's stupid... His scent still lingered in the hall. I don't want anyone putting me in a scandal because his scent was in my house

The paparazzi can be real bitches

I opened the door to see the she devil herself

Oh fuck me to hell

"Oh Mason I just got a call from—....." Her eyes zoomed in on my neck and I could see the wheels in her head turning

I forced a smile and tried to look normal. As normal as a guy who endured several hours of sex can look.

"Esme, what's up?" I said, forced smile still in place.

I got a raised eyebrow in response a loud sniff.

Uh oh....

She pushed me out of the way and entered, still sniffing the place like a search and rescue dog.

"What're you doing?" I tried to sound natural.

"Who was here last night?" She asked, turning around to face me with questioning eyes.

Well shit.....

Beryl's POV

"Sir, please let me do that." Said a nice looking beta in a maid uniform.

She looked like she was about to cry in frustration and I can't blame her for that. I hijacked the kitchen an hour and a half ago in honor of my recently acknowledged hobby of avoiding and ignoring my mate and his ugly side peace. Whatever her name was.

I had a routine when I was living my comfortable life as the boss of my café. Get up, do some yoga.... occasionally, get to the café early and bake delicious pastries. Now, I'm stuck in this pigsty surrounded by all these pigs.

I shouldn't put my anger on them.... but after what they both did, I can't seem to care

The worst part of it all was that my so called mate had not even tried to speak with me not even once

Even though you're the one avoiding
him?

So the only logical thing I could do was hijack the kitchen and bake something, anything at all.

I think I've overdone it though.

The entire table was full of buns, croissants, scones, and even cookies.