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
THIRD PERSON POVMason stood stunned, unable to process the video sent to him. His colleague, Daniel, looked up at him, and asked. “Detective Smith, Is everything okay?” No reply. The detective looked up to other people in their office, a questioning look on his face, and they shrugged. “Detective Smith? Can you hear me?” He called again, reaching out to him. “Sorry. What were you saying?” Mason replied, coming back to earth. “Are you okay?” He asked. Mason dragged him out then showed him the video on his phone. “The Fuck?” Daniel exclaimed. “Who sent you this?”“I don't know. It's encrypted.” Mason sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “There was a witness.” “Yes, but it's been almost three years. Why is the witness sending this now?” “And it was sent to me, of all people. I didn't know how he died even though I was the reason he died. And I'm the detective.” “I am a detective too. Anyways, It's too soon to beat ourselves up over this.” “What do you mean?” Mason ask
The kiss lingered, a silent promise exchanged between us, as if words could never fully encapsulate the depth of our connection. When we finally pulled apart, Mason rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, savoring the moment."I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted, his voice barely audible.I smiled softly, brushing my fingers through his hair. "You won't have to find out. Whatever comes, we'll handle it together."Mason nodded, his resolve hardening. He wasn't just fighting for himself anymore, he was fighting for them. The past had clawed its way back, but he would face it head-on."Tomorrow," Mason said, his voice steady now, "I’ll go back to Amador. There’s more to uncover, and I need to talk to a few more people. But for now, I need you." He growled out, carrying me to his room, and placing me gently on his bed. He moved his right hand in between my thighs, his other hand gripping me tightly. With his hand, he felt my pussy up from my panties. “You are w
Happiness POV My body trembled at the sound of his voice, but soon at the intrusion of his cock in my pussy. I cried out knowing Mason was right about his statement, because that could be his only goal. My mouth opened in pleasurable screams as he rammed his thick cock in and out of me. “Ah. Fuck me, daddy.” “Ugh,” he grunted, as he hastened his thrusts tugging on my hair harder. The pain plus the pleasure momentarily blinded me. “Oh daddy, please.” I was shivering from his cock. He didn't relent. “This feels so good daddy. I'm… gonna cum, daddy.” “I know, cum for me.” He said in between clenched teeth. “Cum for daddy. Daddy's little whore.” His dirty words sent me off the edge, and I came with a hard deep thrust. I screamed my lungs out, my fingers scratching badly at his back as I climaxed violently on his cock. For how long I was cumming, I had no idea. But I did know when he pulled his cock out of my pussy, and placed my still quivering body on the bed gently. I curled inst
THIRD PERSON POV It had taken Happiness nearly an entire day to recover after her night with Mason. Her legs were unsteady as they've never been before, but then she haven't had sex like this before. After their routine and breakfast, they went back to bed to cuddle, later in the afternoon. The room fell silent, the weight of yesterday's conversation coming back at once, settling between them. Mason glanced at Happiness, her expression steadfast despite the fear flickering in her eyes. He wished he could take away her worries, but the truth was, they were both now entangled in this mystery."Do you think this has anything to do with your parents?" Happiness asked quietly, breaking the silence.Mason's jaw tightened. His parents' influence had protected him in the past, but it had also painted a target on his back. "I wouldn’t put it past someone to use this to get at them or at me. But right now, I don’t have enough to go on."Happiness frowned. "Then what’s your next step?""I’ll h
Mason’s entire body went rigid, a cold sweat breaking out as the weight of the threat bore down on him. He replayed the video, his hands trembling. The distorted voice echoed in his ears, each word laced with venom.Happiness stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mason… what is it?”He turned the phone toward her, his jaw tight as she watched the video. Her face went pale, her hands covering her mouth as she gasped. “That’s me… but I’m right here. How-?”“It’s a threat,” Mason interrupted, his voice sharp. “They’re trying to scare us, but we can’t let them win.”Happiness shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “What if they’re serious? What if they’re planning to take me?”“They won’t.” Mason’s voice was resolute. He grabbed her hands, his grip firm but comforting. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Happiness. I swear.”She nodded, though fear still flickered in her gaze. “What do we do now? We can’t just sit here and wait.”Mason’s mind raced as he formulated a p
THIRD PERSON POV Mason's voice rang out, cutting through the oppressive silence. “If you wanted revenge, you’d have done it by now. Why go through all this trouble? What’s your real endgame?”The voice laughed, the sound hollow and mechanical. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about you, Detective. You’re just the pawn. She’s the queen. And by the time you figure out why, it’ll be too late.”The light above him flickered again, and a second later, a loud thunk echoed through the space. Mason spun toward the sound, his gun raised. A steel door slammed shut behind him, sealing him inside.“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath. His pulse quickened as he scanned the room, looking for anything out of place. A camera, a hidden assailant, an escape route. Anything.The voice returned, this time closer, clearer. “Twelve hours, Detective. That’s all you’ve got. But you won’t make it out of here alive if you don’t start playing by the rules.”“What rules?” Mason demanded, his eyes narrowi
THIRD PERSON POV He quickened his pace, stopping in front of a heavy steel door. A keypad blinked beside it, demanding another code.His phone buzzed again. Another message from the unknown number: “Final test. Solve this, or she dies.”Attached was a riddle:“I’m taken from a mine, and shut inside a wooden case, from which I am never released. What am I?”Mason’s mind raced. The captors were toying with him, but he didn’t have time to waste. He focused on the riddle, breaking it down.Taken from a mine… shut inside a wooden case… never released…“Pencil,” he muttered. Graphite was mined, encased in wood, and never removed.He typed 736245—the corresponding numbers for the letters P-E-N-C-I-L.The keypad beeped, and the lock clicked. Mason shoved the door open, his gun raised as he stepped inside.The room was dark, save for a single spotlight illuminating Happiness. She was tied to a chair, her head snapping up as the door opened. Relief flashed across her face when she saw him.“Ma
Ash rummaged through the freezer, letting out an exaggerated gasp when she found a tub of chocolate ice cream. “Oh, we are best friends for life. You keep premium ice cream stocked? I knew you were the one for me.”I chuckled, shaking my head as she grabbed spoons from the drawer and plopped onto the couch beside me. She handed me one and popped the lid open. “No bowls. We’re eating straight from the tub like the emotionally balanced young adults we are.”I scooped a spoonful, letting the cold sweetness melt on my tongue. “Emotionally balanced, huh?”She waved a hand. “Details.” Then, as if remembering something, she turned to me with a grin. “So, tell me, does this place come with any mysterious, forbidden rooms? Like a secret passage or a wine cellar full of rare vintage bottles?”I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not a haunted house, Ash.”“Disappointing,” she sighed dramatically before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.I set my spoon down and leaned back, letting my head re
HAPPINESS’S POVThe car ride back felt longer than it should have. Mason’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his jaw set, but he didn’t say anything.I didn’t either.I was still trying to sort through everything Gift had said, still trying to make sense of the polite yet pointed conversation we’d had.She hadn’t been cruel. She hadn’t raised her voice.But every of her word had carried weight. And whether she meant to or not, I felt it pressing down on me.The moment Mason pulled into the driveway and parked, I exhaled slowly. My fingers lingered on the seatbelt before I finally unbuckled it.He turned to me. “Happiness…”“I’m fine.” The words slipped out automatically, but even I wasn’t convinced.Mason studied me for a long moment before nodding once. He didn’t argue. He didn’t press. He just reached over, took my hand, and squeezed.I squeezed back before pulling away and stepping out of the car.Inside, I headed straight for the kitchen. I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something
HAPPINESS’S POVThe silence in the car was heavier than it should have been. Mason’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles tight, his jaw clenched as he focused on the road ahead. He hadn’t said much since his mother’s call, but I could feel the tension radiating off him.“She won’t do anything to hurt you,” he finally said, breaking the silence.I swallowed, watching the trees blur past the window. “I know.”But that wasn’t the real concern, was it? It wasn’t about outright harm. It was about the unspoken words, the careful, measured tone that could cut just as deeply.Mason sighed, running a hand through his hair. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.”I turned to him, searching his expression. “And what would that say about me?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “That you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”Maybe he believed that. Maybe he wanted to. But we both knew this was something I couldn’t avoid forever. If I was going to be in his life, I had to face t
HAPPINESS’S POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, blinking against the warmth of the sunlight as I became aware of the steady rise and fall of Mason’s breathing beside me.He was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over my waist, his body warm and solid against mine. I stayed still for a moment, listening to the quiet, trying to gather my thoughts.Last night, Mason hadn’t pushed me. He had simply been there, his presence steady, his touch reassuring. And somehow, that had made it harder to keep everything bottled up.I turned slightly, careful not to wake him, but as soon as I moved, his hold tightened.“Where are you going?” His voice was thick with sleep, his eyes barely open.“I thought you were asleep.”He hummed, shifting onto his back but keeping his hand on my hip. “I was. You okay?”I hesitated.I wanted to say yes. To brush it off like I did yesterday. But I couldn’t. Not this time.I swallowed, my fingers playi
MASON’S POVThe house was quiet when I got back. Too quiet.Happiness’s shoes were by the door, so I knew she was home, but I didn’t hear anything. There was no movement, no humming from the kitchen, nothing.I set my keys down, shrugging off my jacket as I walked further inside. The living room lights were dim, casting soft shadows across the walls. Then I saw her.She was curled up on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, staring at her phone screen with a look I couldn’t quite place. She didn’t notice me at first.I took a slow breath.James was right. Pushing her wouldn’t work. If I wanted her to talk, to trust me with whatever was weighing on her, I had to show her that she didn’t have to do this alone.So, I moved carefully.“Hey,” I murmured, settling down beside her.She blinked, startled, before quickly locking her phone and forcing a small smile. “Hey.”That smile didn’t reach her eyes.I didn’t say anything at first, just reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind
MASON'S POVThe bedroom was quiet, the only sound was the steady rhythm of Happiness’s breathing. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. She was curled up beside me, her back to my chest, her body warm but stiff—like she was here, but not really.I stared at the ceiling, replaying the night over and over.Something changed. I felt it the moment we left the party, the way she looked out the window instead of at me, the way her words were carefully measured, distant.She probably thought I didn’t notice. She was wrong.I reached out, letting my fingers trail lightly over her arm. She didn’t move, didn’t lean into my touch like she normally would.That tiny reaction, or the lack of it, gnawed at me.I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening.Did someone say something to her?Had I done something wrong?I had tried to ask, but she shut me down with dismissive answers. Lies wrapped in soft words.I wanted to push, to demand the truth from her lips. But
HAPPINESS’S POVThe air in the ballroom was thick with expensive perfume, and laughter when I got back inside. The clinking of glasses as servers weaved through the crowd with trays of champagne.Mason’s hand rested against my back, firm and reassuring. Yet, despite his presence, the unease in my chest refused to fade.He leaned down slightly, his voice a low murmur against my ear. "You okay?"I nodded quickly, forcing a small smile. "Of course."His gaze lingered on me for a second longer, as if he didn’t fully believe me, but before he could push further, a deep voice called his name."Ah, Mason! Finally!"A tall man in a sleek black suit approached, exuding effortless confidence.“James,” Mason greeted, shaking his hand firmly. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”“Couldn’t miss it. Besides, your Dad wouldn’t let me.” James chuckled before his eyes flicked to me. "And you must be Happiness."I nodded politely. "It’s nice to meet you."“Likewise,” he said, though I could tell his intere
HAPPINESS’S POVMason’s car glided smoothly down the road, the hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence between us. City lights flickered outside the window, casting a soft glow over the sleek leather interior.I adjusted my dress slightly, smoothing the fabric over my thighs. Mason had been stealing glances at me since we left, and I wasn’t imagining the way his fingers kept flexing on the wheel.“You keep looking at me like that, and we might not make it to this party,” I teased, glancing at him.Mason smirked, shifting in his seat. “It's not my fault you look like that.”I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest spread. “Eyes on the road, detective.”He sighed dramatically. “You’re asking too much of me.”I laughed, reaching for his hand on the gear shift. The moment our fingers touched, he turned his palm up, lacing them together. His thumb brushed over my skin in slow, lazy circles.Mason stole another glance at me before shaking his head. “Seriously, how am I suppose
HAPPINESS'S POVThe scent of buttery popcorn filled the air as I curled up on the couch, my legs tucked beneath me. Ash sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone, while Maria had claimed the other end of the couch, flipping through TV channels with little interest."Are we actually watching something, or is this just background noise?" Ash asked, tossing a kernel of popcorn into her mouth.Maria sighed, still flipping. "Honestly, nothing looks interesting. Why do they even make this many channels if they all suck?""Capitalism," Ash replied dryly.I chuckled. "You're just upset because you finished your series and now you don't know what to do with yourself."Ash pointed a dramatic finger at me. "Exactly. That show had me in a chokehold, and now I feel abandoned."Maria snorted. "Try reading a book."Ash gasped. "I'm offended. Do I look like someone who has the patience to sit through pages of tiny words?"I shook my head, amused. "You're ridiculous.""But you love me