The last few weeks have been a blur of activity. We’ve finally moved into our own flat. Thank fuck for that. The tension any time I crossed paths with his father at their London home was getting to me. And as much as I’d like to say we’ve christened every surface in the flat since moving in, we haven’t. Just the bed and that fantastic shower.
We both have been too busy with work for much more. Mason is all in on proving to those old bastards on the board that this is his company, and he’s the only one who can run it. If he’s not been in a meeting or a call, he’s been on his computer getting presentations ready and preparing for our trip to New Delhi.
Sealing the deal with this Khumar fella is what will shut those old men up and hopefully put them on their asses. And because I trust those wankers as far as I
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I know I threw her for a loop with that statement. But it’s true. I plan to marry this woman. Fuck I even have the ring hidden back at the flat. I’m just waiting for the right moment. I’d considered bringing the ring here on the trip, but I didn’t want to risk losing it or her finding it in my luggage.And we’ve only been dating for a couple of months. For me, that’s a long relationship, but mostly because I don’t get into committed relationships. Plus, while we’ve only been a couple for a few months now, we’ve known each other for years and lived together. So we already know we cohabitate well.Since becoming a couple, the only adjustments we’ve had to make are now we share a bed, and we share rather than waiting for the other to finish their shower. And while you’d think sharing a s
As we walked into the grand hall where Khumar was hosting the party, I felt the odd looks. I don’t know if we are Brits wearing traditional Indian clothes or just that my scales are on full display in this outfit. Either way, it made me uncomfortable. We at least didn’t have to wait long before Khumar spotted us and moved through the crowd with a large smile. “Mason, my friend. And my, I must say our fashion is most flattering on you, Adder.” he greeted. From my peripheral, I could see Mason was wearing his forced polite smile. “Hello, Khumar. Rather over the top event.” Mason greeted, looking around the rather decadent space. I smiled a bit and nodded politely. Over the top was certainly one way of phrasing it. I’d call it a gaudy unnecessary mess personally. “Thank ya, Khumar.” I greeted. “Well, I say go big or go home, Mason. So might I convinc
A lot has happened in the last year. Adder and I got engaged and swiftly took down most of the members of the board of directors. Adder hadn’t been kidding when she said she had jail-worthy dirt on some of these men. I still look back on that meeting and smile.We’d called them all in for a meeting bright and early the morning after we returned from New Delhi. Adder was in high spirits when we walked into the office holding hands with her engagement ring on full display. I know it caught the girls' eye working reception, and they’d be whispering about it the rest of the day till the whole office knew.We went to my office first and made the board wait thirty minutes cause, as Adder said, ‘fuck them.’ They eventually got impatient and pestered Deborah demanding to know when I would be arriving for the meeting I called. We fina
If someone told me as a child, I’d grow up to having a loving husband and a family, and I’d call them a fucking nutter. I was an unwanted and unloved meta-human. The idea that anyone could love me sounded like fairy tale nonsense. But then I met Mason, and I got my fairy tale. These past four years with Mason have been even better than the four prior. And I can’t say which moment was the highlight. However, I can think of four amazing things that have happened. Becoming Mason’s wife, of course, is in the top four ranking. It had been a small and lovely ceremony at his family’s home, which is exactly what I wanted. I was not too fond of the idea of some big to-do as Tiffany and Ashton did. Not that I’m knocking Tiffany and Ashton’s big church wedding that made the papers. That’s what they wanted to do, so I was happy for them. Even if Tiffany made me her maid
“Come on, pet.” I gently tugged at my wife’s elbow. Copper snake eyes turned sharply at me as she once again hugged and kissed our children. “We are only going out for Valentine’s dinner and dancing. We aren’t going off to war.” I assured her. Jade stuck out her tongue at me as she hugged Adder. “Have fun, mummy.” Jade kissed Adder’s cheek and reluctantly let her go. We are never going to get out of here at this rate. Especially as Asher starts crying, reaching out for us from my mother’s arms. He’s too little to use words. This is the first time we’ll be away from him for a night. He cries every time we leave for work, even if he adores his nanny, Janelle. I know he loves spending time with his grandparents. Both our children ador
I never thought I’d be the type of person who couldn’t stand to be away from her baby for more than a few hours. Then again, I didn’t think I would be the type of person who’d be a mother. Before Mason, I didn’t dare think or dream of motherhood. And now I’m a mother of two. I think I would be okay being away from Jade for the night, not to say I don’t love her as much, but she’s older. Asher, however, he’s only four months old. I don’t like leaving him to go to the office. And now I won’t see him till tomorrow. And I can’t even use breastfeeding as a reason to be near him. Because of my powers, I can’t breastfeed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my baby when I’m away from him. Mason had to basically force me to leave his parent’s house. I know exactly why he’s eager for a night without the k
With a sigh, I looked at my reflection in the small mirror of my dormitory water closet. I still looked like me, just less put together. And that was the point of the evening. Tonight I was not going to be Mason Templeton, son of Lord Quentin Templeton, Duke of Leeds. No, tonight I was just Mason university student.My inspection of this casual persona was interrupted by a pounding at the door. “Mason?! Come on, man! It doesn’t take that long to throw some clothes on.” my best friend and roommate Ashton Wilson shouted at me.“Just give me a minute.” I sighed, running a hand over my hair, making it less put together than I prefer. I didn’t recognize the man looking back at me. I hadn’t shaved for the last two days in preparation for this. This black Sex Pistols tee, dark jeans with rips, and black sneakers signific
It’s been...what two days...no wait three… definitely… three since I’ve had a decent meal. I’m a little lightheaded, but I need to ignore that and the sounds my stomach keeps making. I’ve got to get to the fights. It’s my chance to earn some money. And when I earn some money, I can buy food to shut up my stupid stomach. So, I hurry along the sidewalks of Oxford to make it to where the fights are tonight. I’d learned long ago my best bet was to keep my head down and not draw attention to myself. When people notice my scales or my snake eyes, they either want to hurt me or ignore me. Most people ignored me anyway because, well, that’s human nature, right? Ignore problems. Ignore social issues. Ignore those things they wished weren’t there. And I happen to be that. I’m a homeless teen. And more than that, I’m a meta-human. They would prefer to think there isn’t a homeless problem in Oxford, let alone the UK.