All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

The temptation to fall to the floor and sob uncontrollably was hard to resist, but no good would come of it. Instead, she pulled up her big girl panties, metaphorically of course, and got busy. She turned off the oven, tossed the burnt pudding into the bin, dish and all, and then proceeded to clean the rest of her kitchen removing any trace of the moment in time when for just a little bit, her life was perfect. Sitting opposite Mason at the dining room table, sharing a delicious meal that she had prepared, having him look at her with his crooked smile and his gorgeous blue eyes, all his dimples on display. She would treasure that moment, lock it up in her heart as a precious memory of when she’d had a glimpse of how the other half lived.The days moved like molasses. One rolled into another with barely a blip and they stretched out, time irrelevant. Mason existed; he worked, he ate, he slept, but he didn’t really live. It was worse than before he met her, at least then he hadn’t known

Lisa stared at the screen of her computer. An email addressed to Mason was open and her book file was attached. Now she just had to write something to get him to read it without deleting the email out of hand. The subject line said ‘Please Don’t Delete Me Without Reading’ and she hoped it was enough to actually stop him from deleting it. He may delete it simply to spite her, but she had no control over that. She paced behind her desk chair as she thought through what to say. Honesty was the best policy, but how to say it so that it didn’t sound like an excuse? How do you tell your muse that they had been your muse without offending them? She sat back down on her chair and poised her fingers over the keyboard. She was a writer, this should be a snap, but the words eluded her. She took a breath and closed her eyes and then started to type from her heart.Mason,I know you’re angry and hurt, but I really need to explain to you what you saw that night.Yes, I had written a profile of

He knew he was arrogant, but was he narcissistic enough to think that she’d moved into the apartment next door in order to get close to him? Or was he just being paranoid? If he let it, his mind could spin out all sorts of scenarios for why she targeted him. Maybe Monique had put her up to it, maybe the whole novel writing gig was just a ruse and she was actually one of those sleazy reporters that dug up secrets and exposed them to the world. With each more outlandish thought, he knew he was spiraling out of control. None of them rang true, but he was so discombobulated by discovering her betrayal that he was floundering and didn’t know which way was up. The rug had been pulled out from under him and he was still trying to find his balance, his old normal, the person he was before Lisa came into his life. The problem was, she’d changed him and now that old life wasn’t appealing and didn’t seem to fit him. His phone rang and he breathed a sigh of relief to be distracted from his di

Twenty-four hours. It had been twenty-four hours since Lisa had sent Mason her book and she hadn’t heard a thing from him. She’d barely slept for worrying and now she paced the hotel suite, wringing her hands like some fretful, historical woman waiting to see if the man she fancied would call on her. She threw her hands in the air, angry at herself for being such a ninny. She should just go to him and demand to know what he thought. That’s if he’d even read the thing. Maybe he’d seen her name in the address bar of his email and simply deleted it without giving it another thought? Crap. Crap. Crap. Maybe she should go and see him. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and she drew in a quick, startled breath. Was that him? Had he come to have it out with her? She looked down at the dowdy dress she was wearing. His rejection of her had pushed her back into her old habits and all her lovely new clothes were still back at her apartment. It hadn’t felt ri

“Babysitter,” Barry said with a grin. “I figured it was only fair that if the girls were getting sloppy drunk, we could too.” “I’m not going to talk shit about Lisa,” Mason warned and the other four laughed. “We’re not here to talk about her,” Declan said. “We’re here to tell you what a dipshit you are for letting her go. We are all Team Lisa.” His four friends, the four men in his life who had stood by him through some of his darkest days raised a beer and chanted ‘Team Lisa.’ “Thanks for all the fucking support. You can go now, shitheads.” They laughed. “Not until you tell us what you are going to do to get her back,” Brian said, raising his beer to his lips and taking a long swallow. “Seriously, dude,” Jonathon said with a shake of his head. “What were you thinking?” Mason stared at his confirmed bachelor friend. He thought at least Jonathon would be on his side, the guy had no intention of ever settling down. “You too?” he asked with a shake of his head. Jonath