I stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, drying my hair with a towel. Just as I sat down on the bed, my phone began to ring, and I reached for it on the nightstand to check who's calling. Mom. I picked the call with a smile on my face. “Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Honey. How was your day?” Her soft voice filled my ear, making me miss her more. “Great. The presentation was today. Though I was scared, but we nailed it. We had another team join ours, and that helped too.” I said, excitedly. “For the first time since I've been there, I walked through the school's compound with…” My sentences stop short.My face and neck heated up as I remembered walking with Mason. I want to share it with my parents but I'm scared of Dad's reaction, and I'm sure he's lingering around mom. Else I would have told her about it. Moments like this make me feel alone. “Honey, that's amazing. Your Dad is busy right now, but I'm sure he's listening in. He'll have to call you back later.” Of course, he is. I snorted
His lips brushed against mine, and I forgot how to breathe. Mason groaned as he kissed me with so much passion. I kiss him back with all my heart while my thoughts are having a battle inside my head. Does this mean I'm his girlfriend now? I think I am. But he didn't ask me. Focus on the kiss, Happiness. I reprimanded myself.Mason broke away from the kiss, panting, and I was taken aback. He stared at me, trying to figure out what's going on in my head. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern and worry etched on his face. “I'm scared,” I whispered, fear evident in my voice. “Are we in a relationship now?” Mason pulled away slightly and chuckled. “Is that what's troubling you?” He asked and I nodded. “You don't need to worry your pretty head about that.” “But–” I began, but was cut short when he placed his fingers on my lips. “Do you want to be my woman? My girlfriend?” He asked. “Well, if you're asking.” I shrugged, and he chuckled once more. “Yes, I want to.” I cupped his face and
I made my way down the hallway to Happiness’s room. These past few days, I've been even more attached to her that going to bed without spending some time with her feels like something is missing.I know we've had sex a couple of times, but I try to control myself around her. The last time I almost lost it was the weekend. We had sex all night long, and I made her cum so many times. Not that I wasn't proud of it though. Yet, I don't want to be labelled as a grown man who exploits a young lady that's a decade younger than me. Exploit?What the Fuck Mason? I knocked on Happiness's door and wait for her to invite me in. “Come in.” Her alluring voice echoed from the other side of the door. I opened the door, and my gaze darted to her swallowing something on her dresser. It looks like a pill. She dropped the glass on the dresser then turned to face me, and I frowned. I closed the door behind me and strode towards her. “Are you okay?” I asked her softly, my gaze darting back to the pa
Happiness's POVThe next morning, I woke up to the warmth of Mason’s arms around me. His steady heartbeat was a comfort I had grown addicted to. I lay still for a moment, enjoying the peace, but the quiet didn’t last long. The weight of the secret we were carrying pressed heavily on my chest.Our relationship wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Carefully, I slipped out of Mason’s embrace, wrapping the blanket around me as I walked toward the window. The morning light bathed the room in soft hues, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me.“Why are you up so early?” Mason’s groggy voice broke the silence, making me turn. He was sitting up, and even with his hair tousled he was still handsome, a sleepy yet concerned look on his face.I gave him a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Just thinking.”“About what?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing and walking toward me.“Mason…” I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the edge of the
Happiness POV The morning light filtered through the blinds as I groggily reached for my phone. I barely slept after that message. My heart still raced every time I thought about the words: “Sweet dreams, Happy.”My thumb hovered over Mason’s contact. I wanted to call him, to tell him everything. But how could I? He was busy working on a major case, and I didn’t want to sound like a paranoid college girl afraid of her own shadow. Though I know Mason would refute that thought.Still, the text haunted me. I shook my head and told myself that it was just a prank. It was probably one of my course mates with too much time on their hands. I can count the number of people I speak to in class aside from my friends and Leah's group. As the day wore on, I tried to push the strange incident out of my mind. Between my literature class, tutoring sessions, and the girls, I managed to keep myself distracted. But as I walked into the apartment that evening, the unease crept back in.Something was
The apartment felt colder without Mason. He’d left a few hours ago for a late shift, but his absence was heavier tonight. I tried to focus on my schoolwork, yet every creak of the floorboards and whisper of the wind against the windows had my nerves on edge.By midnight, I gave up. My books were abandoned on the coffee table as I curled up on the couch with a blanket, the TV humming in the background. Mason had promised to call when he was on his way home, and I was determined to wait up for him.I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I was startled awake by a faint click.At first, I thought I’d imagined it. I sat up, blinking groggily at the TV, but the sound came again. A soft, deliberate noise, like a lock turning.My chest tightened.The apartment was still, the kind of stillness that prickled under your skin and warned you something wasn’t right. I glanced at the door, my breath hitching. The lock. Did I double-checke it after Mason left?“Mason?” I called out h
Mason had left early that morning, promising to check in after work. I knew he was doing everything he could to protect me, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I was alone, I found myself searching for answers.Sandra’s brother, Charles, had been a name I barely remembered from years ago. I combed through old articles online, piecing together fragments of the past. He’d been in some kind of trouble before his sudden death, but details were scarce. Mason’s name didn’t appear anywhere, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the message was pointing to something real.Hours passed, and I barely noticed. The more I read, the more my stomach twisted. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon a report about a police raid gone wrong that everything clicked. Sandra’s brother had been at the scene. And Mason had been the officer in charge. He was arrested for the murder before he was acquitted. I sat back, my hands trembling. I didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was right there. Mason was
The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. Mason had already left for work, but the faint scent of his cologne lingered on the pillow beside me. It was a small comfort, though it did little to ease the unease stirring in my chest. The messages had stopped for now, but the silence felt more ominous than reassuring. Whoever was behind them had wanted me to find the connection to Sandra’s brother, and they’d succeeded. The next question was why and what they wanted from me. I forced myself out of bed, showered, and headed to campus. The routine of classes and tutoring was a welcome distraction, but even as I sat in the lecture hall, scribbling notes, my mind wandered back to Mason. To Sandra. To Charles. By the time I left campus, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets. I pulled my coat tighter around me, quickening my pace. The feeling of being watched was hard to shake, though every time I glanced over my shoulder, the streets were empty. W
Mason’s POVPeter narrowed his eyes. “Love?” He scoffed. “Love is easy to say, Mason. But it doesn’t pay bills. It doesn’t build a stable future.”I nodded, unfazed. “You’re right. Love alone isn’t enough. But commitment, effort, and respect? That’s what matters.”His jaw tightened. “And you think you can give her that?”“I know I can.”Silence stretched between us.Then, he leaned forward, voice low. “Tell me, Mason. Where do you see yourself with her in five years?”I didn’t hesitate. “Married, or about to.”Happiness sucked in a sharp breath beside me. I felt her grip on my hand tighten, but I didn’t look away from her father.Peter’s gaze flickered, just for a second. He wasn't expecting my answer.His fingers drummed against his arm. “And kids? A family?”“When she’s ready.”His eyes narrowed. “So, you’d wait?”“For as long as it takes.”His wife let out a soft sigh. I could tell she was beginning to waver. Peter, however, wasn’t done yet.“You’re a detective, Mason.” His tone tu
Happiness POV I had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I wiped my hands hastily before picking it up.Mom.My stomach twisted. Mom doesn't call me directly, she prefers to send texts or let Dad handle any serious conversations.Something was wrong.Bracing myself, I answered. “ Hi Mom?”Her voice was clipped, controlled. Too controlled. “Happiness, you need to come home.”I froze, gripping the towel tighter. “What? Why? Is everyone okay?”“Yes. Your Dad and I need to speak with you. In person.”A cold chill spread through me. They knew. They had found out about my relationship.I forced a weak chuckle. “Mom, I have classes to…”“This is more important than your classes.”My heart sank. Mom never interrupted my education, no matter how upset she was. If she was doing it now, whatever they had learned was serious.I swallowed hard. “Did… did something happen?”There was a pause. Then, “We’ll talk when you get here.” The f
Happiness POV The rest of the day passed in a blur. I stayed in my apartment, trying to distract myself with schoolwork, but my mind kept drifting back to my conversation with Mason. And Uncle Max. And the growing weight of keeping this secret.By evening, I still felt restless. I needed air.Pulling on a jacket, I grabbed my phone and stepped outside. The cool breeze hit my face as I walked down the quiet street, my hands buried in my pockets.Maybe I was overthinking everything.Maybe Uncle Max’s question about Mason had been casual.But deep down, I knew better.I turned a corner, heading toward the small café near campus. I didn’t plan on staying long, just needed enough time to clear my head.But as I pushed open the door, my breath caught in my throat.Sitting at a corner table, talking in hushed voices, were Uncle Max and Mason.My stomach dropped.I barely managed to step back before they could see me. My heart pounded as I pressed against the wall outside, peeking through th
Happiness POV I was half asleep when my phone started buzzing. Groaning, I fumbled for it, squinting at the bright screen.Uncle Max.My heart stuttered. Why was he calling me this early?A knot tightened in my stomach as I hesitated before answering. “Hello?”“Happiness.” Uncle Max’s voice was calm, but I could hear the undertone of something else. Something that made my nerves spike. “Are you home?”I sat up immediately, my sleepiness vanishing. “Yeah… why?”“There’s something we need to talk about, and It'll be better if we see. The Edisson's Home, right?”I clutched the phone tighter. “Yes. What is it about?”A pause. “Just be ready.”The call ended before I could ask anything else.I stared at my phone, my pulse hammering.Uncle Max never called unannounced. And the way he’d spoken… like he was preparing for something difficult.Panic clawed at my chest.Did he know?Had Dad called him? Had he already figured it out?Throwing off the blanket, I rushed to my room, pulling on a fr
Happiness's POVThe door clicked shut behind my parents, and I finally let out the breath I was been holding. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stay upright until I heard the sound of their cab driving away.Only after then did I sink onto my couch, burying my face in my hands.That was too close.Dad’s suspicion was growing, and Mom wasn’t fooled either. She wasn’t pushing now, and it was only because she was waiting for me to come to her on my own.But I can't do that.Not now.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to refocus. I needed to be careful, to make sure they didn’t dig any deeper.A sharp knock at the door made me startled.My pulse quickened. I wasn’t expecting anyone.I hesitated before standing up and making my way to the door. Peering through the peephole, I felt my stomach drop.Mason.I hesitated before unlocking the door and pulling it open just enough to see him. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied me, his sharp eyes scann
Chapter 50Happiness's POV I forced a smile, though my palms were already sweating. “Dad, would you believe me if I said this is all just a misunderstanding?”Dad crossed his arms. “Try me.”Mom, ever the peacemaker, glanced between us and sighed. “Darling, maybe we should continue this conversation when we get back.”“No,” Dad interrupted, his eyes locked on me. “I want an explanation now.”“Peter,” Mom called her face stern, and her voice was soothing. “We already attracted an audience.” I glanced around, and noticed that people are looking at us already. Dad does too, and he sighed. He went back to our table, packed his belongings and left. Mom followed him, but not before throwing me a “fix this” look. I swallowed hard, and tottered behind them. Dad already flagged down a cab when I got out. Mom got in after him, leaving the space beside the driver empty. I got in, and glanced at my Dad, but he wasn't even looking at me. Mom looked at me pitifully, but didn't say anything.I
Chapter 49Happiness's POV I looked at Drake as he jogged happily towards us, unaware of the dark thoughts running through my Dad's mind. Do I pity him? Yes. We haven't had a conversation in a while now, considering I've not been in school. I just hope he doesn't spill that fact. His steps faltered when he got closer, and noticed I wasn't alone. He continued towards us. “He's handsome.” Mom muttered, and recivedd a hot glare from Dad. She shrugged, then smiled innocently before going back to her food. “Hello Happiness.” Drake said. “Good day sir, Good day ma'am.” He greeted my parents. Dad was still glaring at him so he didn't get a reply. “Hello dear,” Mom said sweetly, like her husband wasn't glaring at the poor boy. “And who might you be?” “My name is Drake ma'am. I am happiness's course mate and friend.” Drake replied cheekily, unaware that Dad is plotting how deep his grave would be. I snickered at that thought, and that brought their attention to me. “Honey, won't you
Happiness's POV I immediately pulled away from him. My eyes widened as I stared at the door of the room, my mind an array of jumbled mess. Oh my God. Are they here already?I snapped my head around, having a panic attack. They can't see him here. We're going to be dead. How am I going to hide him?I glanced at Mason, who seemed frozen, his eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to process what we heard. I ran to the door, and checked through the peephole, my hands trembling as panic consumed me.Is that Emma? I clicked the door open before I realized I'm not with clothes, and went back to dress. Thankfully, Mason has gotten over the shock, and got up to meet me. “Are they here?” He asked, taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for what to come. “It's Emma.” I replied. “Emma? I thought they'd left.” “My thoughts exactly. Let me see why she's here.” I moved back to the door and opened the door for her. “Emma? Did you forget something?” I queried baffled. “No, I didn't. I met so
Happiness's POV I glanced at Mason, who has the same shock written on his face. He seemed to be at a loss for words. “What am I going to do?” I muttered shakily as I dialed my Dad's number. “Pick up Dad. Please.” I waited for him to pick the call, but the line went dead. I tried again but it's switched off. I dialed mom's number, but it turns out her phone is dead too. Happy, they're probably on the plane already. “Happiness,” Mason's voice snapped me out of my panic mode. He shot me a firm look, telling me to calm down despite this chaos. I have to be calm to think , else we wouldn't leave this mess. I nodded at him, and he strode towards me hugging me tightly. “We've got this.” He whispered determinedly. We drove back to my apartment, with my belongings. Thankfully, I didn't pack all of my stuff when I came to Mason's place. I had always wanted to come back, but the plan always flopped. I'm grateful for it now though, because it'll make this believable. Mom and Dad would b