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Ashanti

I felt the trickling of breath on my neck, the heat emanating from the body next to me had me jumping upright. I wince at the pain in myself. I look at my side and find Mason sleeping, snoring slightly.

His muscular chest is on full display, there's a thin sheet covering the rest of his body. Fuck, I can't believe I broke my rules, and fuck Mason. I've never been one to make rash decisions, but just my first encounter with the man I hate, and here I am.

Rolling the duvet off me, I look across the room and grabbed Mason's shirt on the chair arm, and quickly cover my body, I didn't even bring a fucking change of clothes and I can't even believe I SLEPT right after we got done. Sure he's far too good at fucking, if anything the throbbing between my legs bare witness to how good this man fucks.

Searching for my phone, I quickly send a message to Roman asking where we're supposed to meet and head for the shower.

I peel my clothes off me and check the water's temperature until I'm satisfied.

As soon as the water hits my skin, every sore muscle releases and I almost groan out loud. My mind is running 30 meters per second right now.

First, how do I deal with Roman when the sight of him reminds me of so much hurt and pain, the struggle I had to go through? Do I meet him, get close to him, and destroy him? I would love that, but why does it scare the fuck out of me to be around him?

Then, there's the Mason issue, I could tell him it was just a fuck last night, or I could keep this going as a distraction from doing what I'm not supposed to do.

How did I even end up here—

“Fuckkkkk, this sight of you in here, naked is doing things to me,” Mason says as his hands circle my waist and drag me until my back hits his muscular Chest? I gasped as I felt the bulge on my back.

“Someone's ready to go again” I teased as I wiggled my ass on his dick. Maybe I could keep doing this.

“If you don't want me to fuck you again, I'd stop right this moment "I giggled and turned to watch him looking at me, with a teasing smile on his lips.

His curly hair is hanging on his forehead, his baby blue eyes are still drowsy from sleep. He blinks at me sleepily and grinned as he watched me watch him.

“I have to leave when I'm done, I've got a meeting to attend to” Mason nods, as he dragged his hands down my ass in a lazy manner.

“I wanted us to talk, we didn't exactly do that yesterday before we jumped each other” He grinned like he was remembering what happened last night. Me on the other end? I would rather not talk. Talking will complicate this, but still, I nod to what he's saying.

“So are you my girlfriend now? I want this Shanti. I want you to bundle up in my arms before I sleep "Fuck fuck fuck, I can't even have this “I won't mind waking up to you in my shower like this, just give me a chance "I sighed and pull myself from his arms and watch his face fall.

“I didn't know you wanted all that, you said you wanted me, and you've had me. You don't need to say all of these, "

I'm an ass. I know damn well He wants more than that, but if I entertain that conversation, it'll only complicate things further. Mason frowned and pushed my hair from my face, I already know what he was going to say

“Look at me Shanti, I said I wanted you because I do and–

“And you've had me already Mason, don't complicate things”

“I don't have you, we had sex and that isn't all I want. I want you. The nightmares, the good, and bad. I want to know why you're the way you are. I intend to know why you have this tough exterior. I aim to know what's beneath those fronts you put up. I want the real you” He says softly, his blue eyes gazing at me with so many emotions.

That's the problem, he would like to know me. Why I did the things I've done. This could potentially ruin everything I've worked on.

“How about we don't put a label on it? “ He opened his mouth to talk, but I shake my head slightly “no pressure, from there we'll see where this goes”

He doesn't look happy with my decision, but he nodded anyway.

“Okay”

He tilts my head and took my lips into a searing kiss, my hands automatically wrapped around his neck, as he pushed me into the wall, the cool tiles a contrast from his warm skin.

He lifted me as my legs wrapped around his hips, his dick pressing my entrance. He pushed into me in one powerful thrust that got my head rolling back.

After an hour of screaming, writhing, and moaning Mason's name, he finally agreed to let me go. I didn't bring extra clothes with me, but I'm surprised there's a pair of black Jean Trousers, a Black Shirt on the bed and Knee High boots lying on the floor.

“I had my stylist send that in for you, it's the least I could do after delaying you for so long,” Mason says as he grabs a white shirt for himself.

“You didn't have to, but thank you” he nods as he dresses. I quickly check my phone and indeed there's a message with an address on where to meet him. Roman. Checking the time, I noticed It is 1 hour and 30 minutes past the meeting time.

Fucck I'm late.

I changed quickly and gave Mason a chaste kiss before hurrying out of his room. I'll never understand why he lives in a hotel room. But that's the least of my problems presently, dealing with Roman is.

I park my car in front of a luxurious hotel, it's gold and brown. Few lights illuminate the front of the building, making the name glitters.

Walking confidently, I head to the hotel desk clerk. A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely,

“Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out.

“Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting "

“Oh, what's your name?”

“Ashanti Dunbar " I reply

“Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile.

I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

The short ride up to the penthouse increased my nerves.

The elevator opens, and I'm met with a desk, and a muscular man sitting behind them. It's quite funny, seeing a man his size behind a desk.

“You must be Ashanti "His eyes roamed my figure, not in a creepy way, “I'll have to check you before you enter. Policy "

"I do have a gun and knives with me,” I say calmly, making no move to be searched “knowing my line of work, I'm sure you know what it's for. Safety Policy”

His lips twitched, but he doesn't budge.

“I understand you, but I have to do my job, ma'am. I can guarantee you that there's nothing to be afraid of, kindly leave your guns and knives here. You can take them on your way out”

It's not like I'm going to kill him right now, I will, but he has to suffer. Just to experience half of what I went through.

“Okay”

I quickly hand my weapons over to him, his eyes raised at the amount but doesn't do or say anything. After he was sure I wasn't carrying any weapon, he pressed a button on the side of the wall.

The door opened, giving me a peek inside.

Giving him a nod, which he returns, I walk calmly to meet the man I hate. I'm greeted with a spotless room, the sofas are of unique design and shape into love, there's a chandelier in the middle of the room.

There's a glass table, and from here I can see through the see-through glass, where the one and only Roman emerges from the pool. I walk to where he is, and it's clear he hasn't seen me yet…or so I thought.

“Ah, Welcome, "Roman exclaimed, his torsos above the water, the small drops of water clinging to his skin made my mouth water, I could lick those off him right. If I thought he looked good during that party, I was wrong. I swear upon everything I've seen throughout my life, I'd never want to be like a pool as badly as I do right now.

I'd give anything for him to be in me.

Wait for what? Where did that come from?

"Kindly wait for me in the living room, I'll be the living room, I'll be there shortly. Make yourself comfortable, "

Yeah right, comfortable indeed. On second thought, I could check for anything to use against him right now. I already know I'll never get that image of him out of my head, but that's okay. It's a motivation that he's living luxuriously after murdering my family. I'll watch everything he owns burn to the ground

Walking through the house, my anger bubbles within me, he gets to have all of this, while my parents are buried, and I don't even know their graves.

Something in the far corner catches my attention, but before going forward, my eyes scanned the walls of the room for any hidden camera. With confirmation that there was nothing, I hurriedly walk and crouched in front of the safe.

Bingo.

This must be where he keeps his documents and information. I know little to nothing about him but still, I tried different pins which turned out wrong, leaving me frustrated.

There's a door closed on the other end of the room, I shuffle towards it and grab the handle, but it's locked. Groaning in frustration, I tried pushing the door, but it won't budge. I'm so lost until I didn't hear his footsteps until his deep voice came

"Are you looking for something?”