I don’t know who I’m angrier at right now. The old bird that interrupted the best kiss of my life. Mason for his indecision right now as I’m confronting him. Or myself for even thinking that kiss was real. That he could really want me. Why would he? Even my own parents didn’t want me. And he could have my sister. The one which our parents kept because she looks normal. Because she fits into their silver-spoon world of titles and money. Yep, I’m angrier with myself. I was stupid to think we could be something that his kiss meant something that it wasn’t all just a way to mess with his real estate agent. That there was more to our little game of playing boyfriend and girlfriend back in the flat. I’m so fucking stupid. And no

I’d thought we were going to some pub. It’s our usual. I know he only takes me to those places because I feel the most comfortable. Mason always gets weird looks when we go into those dingy pubs. But that’s because look at him, even when he tries to dress down, he still stands out as someone of authority and power. This place isn’t fancy, so I don’t feel too uncomfortable sitting here. And I’m pretty sure I could be introduced to the Queen and feel comfortable as long as I’m with Mason. With Mason. Am I with Mason? In what way am I with Mason? Are we here as friends? Is this a date? I’m so confused. He kissed me. He’s told Ollie I’m the most important person to him. He even called himself my steak dinner. I, I don’t know if I trust this. I mean, yes, I trust Mason with my life. But my

It was strange but a good strange as we finished eating talking about our plans for the flat. The idea that when we move, I won’t have my own room hasn’t really settled into my brain yet. I don’t even know how to begin to process that. It isn’t like I haven’t shared a bed with Mason before. We shared a bed for the remaining semester of his freshman year of university. But that was different. I was practically a kid back then. Sharing his bed now would be different. And that thought sent shivers through me, the good kind.“A penny for your thoughts, pet?” Mason questioned as we got into the car. “Hmm?” I blinked, looking over at him. I hadn’t even realized we finished lunch, let alone got in the car. “You look a bit lost in thought. Not often do you zone out like that. Everything okay?&rdquo

HOLY SHIT! My body was buzzing as I shut the bedroom door behind me. That really just happened. I just had sex with Mason. I just had sex with Mason! I reached down and pinched my arm, wincing at the pain. Nope, not a dream. I tried to take a few calming breaths as I walked across the hall to the bathroom. My thighs and core muscles were tight, and each step hurt a little. Sure I’ve heard enough, read enough, and watched enough television to know the first time is going to hurt, and if you get shagged properly, it can leave you walking funny. I didn’t buy the bullshit. I thought it was all fabricated. And sure the first thrust hurt, Mason, isn’t a small man. Oh no, he was not small. Even if I’ve not seen any other cocks in person for comparison, I know he’s probably above average. I can still remember coming face to face with what he’s been hiding in those sl

I’d already assumed having a relationship with Mason would have obstacles. We are from two very different worlds. And the people in his world look down on people like me. Even if I weren’t obviously a meta-human, they’d look down on me for having been in an orphanage and then living on the streets. To them, I was scum. But I don’t care what any of them think. They can all collectively go fuck themselves. The only person whose opinion matters is Mason’s. Just like he told his father, we filed the necessary paperwork with the company disclosing our relationship so that no one could cry foul. We even managed to close on the flat, and till the renovations were finished, we were staying at his family’s London house. Today was our first day at the office. I’d had to buy new clothes for this job since apparently ac