Jason's mind wouldn't leave little Mason, the words his father said stuck to him like glue.
He rolled around in his wheelchair, not trying to stress himself. He dug his childhood pictures out, comparing his face and Mason's face.
His mind suddenly wandered to Cara, how was she doing? Where was she? He desperately needed to make amends, his disturbed soul begged for it.
The last time her number went through, he felt like a second chance had been dished out to him on a platter of gold. Not until the line was disconnected and it never went through again. Ever since, he kept trying.
He cursed and blamed himself for what happened, only if he hadn't behaved the way he behaved. Maybe, just maybe, he might be united with his little kid.
"What are you thinking about son," he had no idea when his father entered.
"You know…just thinking about my life," he shrugged, making his wheelchair face his father.
"Uhmmm son, we need to talk about who shot you. You've been changing the topic anytime I wanted to talk about it."
He looked at his old man. "I can't remember dad, I swear."
His burning hate for Nathan was enough to melt sand. He needed to be the one to kill Nathan, not his dad interfering into it, just him.
"There's something else we need to talk about," his dad focused his gaze on him.
"What's that?"
"You are getting married in a week."
He wheeled his chair around with a smirk on his, facing the window this time around .
"Joking old man?"
Not a single word came out from Jackson's mouth and he turned around facing him fully.
"Dad, you are joking, right?"
"No I'm not."
"See dad, I don't know what you are playing at but hope you know that I got married to Cara," his mind never went to realizing that it was a contract marriage and it has ended.
"Jason, don't fool me. You and I both clearly know that whatever you both clearly had for each other is over."
"Oh, I get it," his thoughts clicked. "Well not from my end, I'm still very much in love with her asides the contract marriage coming to an end. Can you take away my feelings for her?"
"Who cares son? It's been 3 fucking years anyone saw her last, 3 years. She might be dead for all we know or even hooked up with someone else," his voice slightly going up.
Jason felt disappointed about whatever his father was doing or saying. He wanted to question him if he truly saw Alexander as his friend or just a mere business partner.
For a moment, his father's words seemed to have some effect on him. With how he treated her, she might as well have settled down with someone else.
Cara was so fragile, she could be compared to an egg.
He sighed, refusing to let his father's words influence him. "Well for your information, I don't care and I'm not marrying anyone else except Cara. I'm going to find her and bring her back home."
"You will do my bidding young man," Jackson said between gritted teeth, suddenly towering over him.
"Else?" His father's attitude dissuaded him from telling him Cara was having his child, besides only he and one other person knew.
"I hate it when it comes to this," he rubbed his palm over his head. "You are a self made man and I know how much your company needs my help to flourish again ever since your unfortunate event. Marry who I want or else I withdraw every ounce of my help and also remove you as the beneficiary from my properties."
Jason's feet helped himself up gradually.
"Dad, please, don't do this," he begged. "I don't even know the lady you are pushing me into marriage with. What if she's here to harm me or you or both of us? Think about it well dad."
"I don't care, you will do what I asked you to do," Jackson stormed out, leaving Jason in a pool of his own thoughts.
*****
Cara helped her little boy clean up. She cleaned his teeth and wiped his body with a new towel and water and soap.
He stared at his mother and caressed her cheeks with his small soft hands.
"I'm so sorry for making mama cry. Little Mason will not do it again," he wore a sad look and his small voice registered itself deep inside Cara's head.
"It's okay my baby, mummy is not angry at you. Mummy is just happy that baby is now fine," she wore her biggest smile, trying to convince him and it worked.
"I love you so much mummy," he threw his tiny hands over her neck. "When are we going home?"
"Today baby, I've packed our bags."
"Yaaaay," he screamed happily.
"Not so fast, little Mason will have to eat first and voooooom," she gestured to a sign of the plane and made a car noise, making Mason giggle cutely.
She watched her little bundle of joy and was so glad to see him finally up and happy and strong, she wouldn't have known what to do if things didn't go the way she wanted.
She saw her son eat and her heart melted.
Everyday, after she missed the donor, she'd always say a prayer or two for him anytime she prayed.
She at first thought she was going to run into Jason or Jackson or her dad, Alexander or anyone who knew her status. She heaved a deep sigh and continued arranging their loads. Her son was eager to go home, so was she. The city was no longer her thing.
Jason walked into the hospital, talking on phone with his best friend, a brother and also a business partner, Evans.
He had always wanted to come see the little boy ever since he donated his blood but he felt so reluctant to leave the house. The little stunt his father played gave him the boost he needed.
"Can you believe what dad is saying? I should marry a stranger, he's not even giving me a good reason," he lamented to Evans.
"That's really crazy," he replied.
"I tell you man. I have no idea on what to do," he peeped through the transparent window and saw Mason's room empty.
"Let me call you back," he dropped the call before Evans could answer.
He rushed into the doctor's office and helped himself to a seat even before the doctor could offer him one.
"Mr Jason, what an impromptu visit," the doctor alarmed at his state.
"Pardon my rude manners, doctor but what about the little boy? I saw it's empty."
"Oh yeah, he and his mother checked out today. Not quite long, I'm sure they will be on their way to the airport if they are not there already."
"Oh," he said in a low tone, all his pent up energy drained. "Thank you so much," he said and excused himself, feeling dejected.
The connection he felt towards Mason was one he had never felt before and that was his one and only chance of saying hi to the boy and his mother. Who knows if they will ever meet again?
Cynthia's back shot out, a masculine hand grabbed her hair firmly, making it look painful."Oh..yeah..yeah..Adrian..just like that. Don't ever fucking stop," she screamed in pleasure. Her ass was wiggling on his dick, making a clapping sound as her ass cheeks came in contact with his skin. "Oh..God..Cynthia..you..are..so..fucking..wet."He groaned loudly, his other hands held her waist firmly, assisting her movement on him. He rammed into her faster and her fingers dug into the bedsheet.He turned her over, her back coming in contact with the bed. She placed her hands on his chest, they were filled with lust. She smiled to myself, knowing she could make him feel this way. He reduced his speed and she gave a little whine on his dick, clamping the walls of her pussy tightly on his dick."Oh..Cynthia..stop..doing..that," he threw his head backwards. He always did that when he was close to cumming. She continued teasing him, knowing she was close to climax too.He pushed his length into
Jason stood with Evans on the left side of the registry wearing his meanest look. He wore his least favorite suit and a shoe he was about to discard. To him nothing was fascinating about the wedding and he just wished it would be over as soon as possible.His father had successfully wrapped him around a lady he had never known from Adam.Cynthia wore a flowing white gown that rubbed the floor everywhere she moved, her blonde hair was packed in a ponytail. Her makeover was simple and her smile was wide. The other 2 ladies who escorted her to the registry kept throwing winks and seductive looks at Evans."This is so weird, man. Are you sure you wanna do this?" Evans lowered himself to Jason's ears."Let's just get this over with. I'm getting pissed already," he whispered back.The marriage registrar stood up. "Can both parties please step forward?"They both moved forward, handing over the rings and signing the certificates. The marriage registrar handed a copy to both of them."You may
CHAPTER 8: MASON Cynthia stood at the door waiting for him, she saw him pick up his phone and his suitcase heading out. "Good morning," she flashed her brightest smile at him. He sighed, looking at his wristwatch. "There's nothing good about the morning. If you will excuse me, I don't want to be late for my flight." She blocked his pathway. "Just a few minutes, please." "1 minute, that's all you have. Summarize everything you want to say." "I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment from you but at least give me a chance to prove to you that I'm not what you think. I can be a loving wife and trust me, you would not regret it," she proceeded to touch him and he evaded her touch smartly. "Time's up, if you will excuse me woman," he banged the door in her face. "Damn," she cursed. "Why is he proving so hard to please? He is really going to make my work hard. I have to make sure I get pregnant for him but how, when he doesn't even let me touch him or at least eat my food."
Cara's phone beeped at the eatery she worked at. Her heartbeat raced faster and her palms became sweaty, it was the least person she expected. It was a message from Daniel, it read; "Can we talk, please?" She calmed herself and returned his text. "Tonight is fine by me, if you don't mind," she hit the send button and she wondered if she had done the right thing. "Thanks love," a smiling sheepishly emoji followed suit. "Did you hear the news I heard lately?" Janet—one of the ladies working in the kitchen faced her colleague, Alice. Cara was the exact opposite of them, she called them 'low class ladies'. To her, they behaved rough and razz, always running their mouths, never knowing when to stop. "Heard what exactly?" The other lady—Alice—responded with less enthusiasm. "I heard that my crush, Jason Pierce, is married. Can you believe it? Who is the woman he got married to? I've always dreamed of being with him." "Dead the dream Janet, Jason Pierce is far from your league. And e
Daniel set the table for both of them, various assorted dishes filled the table. A bottle of wine and 2 glass cups were placed beside the dishes. The room was illuminated by candles on their stands, one candle stood in the middle of the table. He waited patiently for Cara to come home, she had given him a key before their little fight. The door pushed open, revealing a tired Cara. Her bag hung loosely on her shoulder and she dragged her feet. Her eyes caught the decorated table, she stuck at her position and marveled at the wonders Daniel had done. "My lady," Daniel walked up to her, giving her a hug. "Please come with me." She followed suit like a dog following its master. "Sit," he drew out a chair for her and helped out with her bag and shoes. "Thank you," she said in a small voice, not loud enough but enough for Daniel to hear. Daniel looked around. "Where's my little guy, Mason?" "Oh, he's with Amber. She called not quite long saying she'll bring him." "Oh that's no prob
CHAPTER 12: JASON MEETS CARACara dressed Mason up for school, simultaneously arranging his lunch box."Mama, I want to tell you something," his thin small voice cut through her chores."What's that baby?"He dipped his hand into the bowl of fries Cara had prepared. "I don't like Mr Daniel."His confession halted her chores, she suspended her task and squatted in front of him."Why baby? Daniel is a good man and he is going to be your dad. You've always wanted a dad, right?"He nodded his head gently, the piece of fries he held still stuck in his mouth."So, don't worry about not liking him. He's going to take good care of you, just like he's taking care of mama.""I heard him last night mama, I heard him saying his plan is in action."Cara rubbed his head and kissed his cheeks."Don't worry, baby. I'm sure it's the plan of making mummy his wife and making you his baby.""But mummy–""No more but Mason, eat your food. Daniel is coming to drop you at school," she hardened her voice a b
Cynthia stared at her phone for the 100th time in 2 days, waiting for at least a message or a call from Jason. Unfortunately none seemed to cut through. She sat at the edge of the edge in loose clothings, her womanhood ached badly, she needed the touch of a man.Her mind wandered to Adrian, he knew how and where to touch her perfectly. Working his fingers on her body like a professional, she'd always melt under him.Ever since she got married to Jason, she had ignored his calls and messages, even blocking him in order not to be able to reach her. She decided to ring Jason's cell again, praying for a miracle for it to go through. Unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail, just like the others before it.An idea suddenly lit up in her mind, one person would know where he was, the right number to call to get through to him.She rushed into the bathroom, having a quick shower. She ruffled through the wardrobe, looking for something seductive to wear. Maybe she might be lucky to get lai
Cara lowered her son down carefully without taking her eyes off the man who stood in front of her. A rush of various emotions spun through her body, some sweet, most bitter.Her face broke into a small smile but it quickly evolved back into a frown."Well well well, if it isn't Jason Pierce," her voice reeked of sarcasm mixed with pain.Jason wondered where his sweet Cara had gone."Cara, I, I uhmmmm," his words came out in bits. He scratched his head, knowing fully well that he had nothing to say."Mummy, do you know him?" Mason filled the brewing silence between them.The word mummy took Jason by surprise, his eyes widened and unconsciously his hand went over his lips."Mummy?" Jason repeated, wearing the most surprised look. "Mason is your son?""What do you care about? Nothing, just you and you alone. As far as I'm concerned I'm done with you."She grabbed Mason by the hand and led him away. Jason, still frozen at the same spot, battled his emotions as different memories came cras
The whole house was rowdy and messed up. The women kept going round, trying to have everything in order, the men sat on the couch, playing video games.“Do you need help?” Jason shouted from the living room. “We are fine, thank you,” Amber shouted back. They had decided to host each and every person that came across their lives and helped them out. “Are you sure? It's not too late to contract the cooking out. I can have them get here in the next few minutes.”“Stop pissing me off boy, I said it's fine,” she shouted, cutting him off immediately.Jason kept quiet. Everyone knew how Amber was immediately she went into a mom mode but Jason decided to keep pestering. “Told you to let it be but you wouldn't listen,” Evans mocked him. “Next time, listen to your fellow man.”“Fuck you asshole,” he transferred the aggression from how Amber responded to him into the game they played.A few minutes later, Cara excused herself from the kitchen and went to set the table. The food was getting r
Mason trudged down on Evans’ suit, winking at him. His navy blue suit was specially made for him. He refused to wear another colour and claimed how much he loved the colour. “Remember I once told you to be patient, your time will come soon. Well I guess the day is here now. You are finally getting married to Aunty Amber.”Evans scattered his neatly trimmed hair. “Yes boy, you are right. But you are becoming faster than your shadow. You should be patient.”“How?” He whisper-shouted. “I was telling the truth. And next time, don't mess my hair up. It took my mummy a long time to get it this good.”“Good for you, now keep quiet and let me see when my wife will walk in,” he shut him up, longing his neck to see when his damsel would appear.Evans had discussed with Amber as soon as the whole Cara issue was settled. They both decided that it was pointless sitting around and waiting since they both wanted each other. Amber had invited her parents over and explained what had gone wrong in her
“Look who we have here,” Cynthia snickered as Cara got closer to them. Yul and Marco remained silent and wondered what type of psychopath she was. “Mrs Queen Bee.”“I see your mouth still runs after what you just heard,” Cara fired back. “It only makes me wonder what exactly is going on in your head.”“Oh for you to find you, you just have to wait for my proposed death day, break my head and have whoever reads my brain. If that's possible, and I think it is.”She ruffled her hair back, feeling uncomfortable with the cuffs on her. The faster they get to the prison, the better she can make do with whatever days she has left.“What exactly do you want, Queen bee?”“You know,” Cara closed the gap between them. “Before coming here, I was so scared of what I would say or how you would behave. A part of me even felt some kind of pity for you, thinking that you must have had a hard life; but thinking about it and seeing you run your mouth now, I think you decided to take this road yourself.“
All of them made their way to the courtroom, ready to hear the judgement that would be passed onto them. Cara wore one of her beautiful dresses, a floral knee length dress with a silver 2 inch heel. It made gentle noises as they found their seats amongst the other crowd.“Are you comfortable here?” Jason leaned in, as he watched her attitude. “We can always leave. Are you sure you want to testify?”“I'm fine. If I have to testify, I will,” she released a smile for him to see her wellness.Starting the procedure, Cara excused her. She didn't have the full courage to sit down and listen to a total stranger describe what was done to her and other women. Ella had excused herself from coming. She claimed to have better things to focus on now and there was no use to sit down and whine about the past.“Are you okay?” Jason approached the bench she sat on. “Yes I'm fine,” she turned around, throwing a stone across the street. She looked behind him. “ Where's Mason? Is my presence being reque
Evans sat in his car for a few more minutes, watching the man he had set up a meeting with 2 hours ago. He was sipping his third cup of coffee and messed around with various women that passed his table. This only strengthened his belief in what Amber had gone through. He was not only a cheating son of a bitch, he was a toxic bastard too. He finally decided to get things over with, stepping out of the car and walking straight into the restaurant.“Mr John,” he greeted from afar. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Traffic was something I didn't budget for today.”Both of them shook hands. “It's alright, I understand. We've all been there.”“Please sit, what can the waiter get you?”“Oh as you can see,” he pointed to the empty dish lying on the table and the empty cups of coffee as well. “I've helped myself to something good. Let them bring some for you. Their pasta is something to die for.”Evans chuckled. “Fine, I'll trust your sense of judgement.”Moments later, Evans dived into the pasta th
Jason stepped out into the sitting room with casual clothes on. Cara took a second look at him. “Aren't you going to work today?”“I'm the boss, I can do whatever I like,” he said, going over to Mason and giving him a fist bump.“That's nice,” the sarcasm in her voice, screaming loud at him. “If every boss behaved the way you did, do you think most companies would stand?”“Mrs Pierce, do you want me to work my ass off? Besides, we've got more than enough money to last us forever, so please calm down.”“Hmph,” she hit her feet on the ground and made her way into the kitchen.Jason shook his head and laughed. “Women.”His phone rang and the caller ID turned out to be Ella. They had given her a credit card, in order to buy other things she might need for herself. It was a conference video call.“Hi Ella,” he said, immediately he picked up the phone. Amber and Evans’ heads popped up on one single screen.“Hi Jason, where's Pierce Junior and Mrs Pierce?”“Well Mrs Pierce is pissed that I'm
Kicking the door open without dropping her from his hands, he heard her chuckle underneath him. “Anything to make a man get what he wants,” he said, earning more laughs from him. He laid her down on the bed gently, picking up the remote and switching the bright white light in the room to dull colors. She attempted to stand up but he held her back down.“You don't have to do anything. I told you to trust me, didn't I?”She resigned and laid back on the bed. Her fears started to build up gradually but this time she decided to trust her husband. Jason would never hurt her, she kept repeating that over and over in her head. She shunned out the stupid word Yul always made her repeat and focused solely on Jason. “Keep the lights on, please. At least for the meantime,” she begged. He understood at once why she requested that.He gently loosed her zipper and helped her with her trousers, same as her blouse too. Keeping one of his hands over her face and the other one unhooking her bra, she
Cara hurried to prepare dinner before Jason came back. Mason sat on a table and chair prepared specially for him in the kitchen, a place where he tasted every food his mother prepared, so he could give his opinion. The opened door alerted Cara who just walked in. “Daddy is back, go say hi to him,” she hurried Mason out of the kitchen and reduced the heat under the pot.She could hear their squealing and whining from the kitchen. She stirred the pot of soup and turned off the heat finally before going to welcome her husband.“Hi love,” she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheeks. That was all she has been doing since she got back. She wears long tight trousers to bed every night. Jason wondered if she was comfortable in them but he believed she was taking her time to heal and he shouldn't rush her.His smile started to fade into a sad look, as he remembered Cynthia's words. She must have known the kind of treatment that went on in Marco's place, for her to make that statement. His family
2 cups of coffee on a tray was brought in by Jason. He gently turned around, closing the door. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that he was right on time, he opened one of the coffee and helped himself to it. Soon after, the door opened with Cynthia cuffed, walking in front of Earl.“I'll be in my office, I have something to attend to,” Earl said, walking out almost immediately. He popped his head back into the room. “If you need anything, one of my officers will be at the door.”“Thank you so much Earl.”He turned his attention to the woman who sought his head.“Morning love,” Jason grimaced, wearing his most beautiful smile. “It's been a while since we last saw each other.”Her expression was solid and blank. “What do you want? I don't have time for your jokes.”He lowered the cup of coffee from his lips and pushed the other one to her. “You joke a lot. What happened to all the free time you have here? Do you have any chores to do or anyone to meet up with?”She pushed the cup of