<b>Chapter </b>61


    Lydia


    When I woke up: Mason was still asleep. The truth was I could barely sleep that night.


    Mason came twice with his cock <b>against </b>my mouth. Just like I wanted, I didn’t allow him to touch me. He had to know what he had


    I had not nned toe here, but since I <b>was </b>here and had made the best use of my time, I felt good and refreshed. He had his hands over my waist, pulling me into his chest.


    Gently, I removed his hand away from my waist and freed myself from his hug


    The room was dark as the light had been switched off and the windows closed.


    I stepped down from the bed. I have been here multiple times, so I don’t need light to move around.


    way around.


    It may have been over five years since I was here, but I knew my way


    I walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror after turning on the light.


    My lips were red and swollen, I touched it.


    Although I don’t want to admit it, I enjoy every bit of the time I spend with him. My body missed his touch.


    I remember those times I touched myself to sleep and imagined that he was the one touching me while trailing his fingers over all


    my curves.


    I would imagine him doing all the things to me and me moaning out his name.


    My wish was partially granted today, though not outrightly what I wanted.


    I wanted to be touched, but ended up touching him. As I stepped into the bathroom and felt the warmth still between my legs, I wondered if it was wrong not to allow him to touch me.


    I inhaled sharply while standing under the shower.


    After washing away his touch and the smell of sex, I stepped out of the room naked.


    I tiptoed to the closet door. When my hand touched the doorknob, he stirred in his sleep.


    I paused and held my b breath, but he didn’t wake up. I opened the door and stepped into the closest room.


    I slid a dress over myself and then stepped out.


    Where is my dress?


    I looked around the room. I walked to the window and pushed the curtains to both sides, allowing the reflection of light from outside to stream into the room.


    It didn’t do much to help, but it was better than before.


    I picked up my earrings and ne, which I had kept on the nightstand close to the bed, and wore them.


    Chapter <b>61 </b>


    Oh, my dress must be in theundry room. He had taken it there.


    Grateful that nothing had changed in the penthouse, I walked to theundry room and picked up my dress


    I don’t wear it since it would be a hassle to wear it alone.


    Now I just need to get one more thing done. I looked around the room and inhaled sharply


    Where is Mason’s phone? I had to call Mia, I can’t wait till morning before leave. It would be too awkward for us, and needed to get my head straight on what I truly wanted to do with Mason from now on


    I patted the side hey on and then tried to touch his trousers, but he turned at that moment and held onto my hand


    No, no, please don’t wake up now. Sleep some more.


    I stood in that position for a while before stepping out and walking to the side of the room.


    His phone wasn’t there, so it should be in the sitting room.


    I picked up my shoes in one hand, my dress in the other, and stepped out of the room, closing the door slowly behind me.


    I walked to the sitting room, and just as I thought, the phone was on the couch. I picked it up, but it was off. I switched it on.


    A lock appeared on the screen.


    Gosh, why didn’t I think of this? I ran my hand over my hair in frustration. What would I do with this now?


    What could his password be?


    When we were married, we used the same password, which was our date of birth.


    Mine was 10, and he was 19.


    I have longed to change mine, and I suspected that he would have done the same.


    What would he have used?


    I racked my brain and then decided to try with his mother’s date of birth. But I couldn’t remember hers or Zoe’s


    “Just try the old pin, what if he hasn’t changed it?” One part of my mind said.


    I inhaled sharply and looked behind me. I can’t waste any more time. What if he wakes up and is behind me?


    I typed on the screen, “One, zero, one, nine,” I whispered under my breath as my fingers danced over the screen.


    My eyes widened when it opened.


    It fucking opened. He didn’t change it. Why didn’t he change it?


    I changed mine ages ago, so why didn’t he? He kept renewing the medicines, and he didn’t change his <b>PIN</b>.


    I just couldn’t figure Mason out.


    Well, I didn’t <b>have </b>the time to dwell on his reason.


    it didn’t change the fact that he betrayed me. Nor that he divorced, choated, and nned <b>my </b>death. These were unfor


    I quickly dialed Mia’s number, which I knew offhand. It connected after a few rings..


    “Hey, Mia, it’s Lydia.


    “Oh my goodness, ma’am, where have you been? We’ve all been worried sick. The twins are worried, too. They’ve refused to <b>sleep</b>. Where on earth are you?” I massaged my temples,


    Sigh.


    I felt bad that I made them worried.


    “I’m fine,” I say. “Come pick me up.” I gave her the address.


    I deleted the log on Mason’s phone and then switched it off before keeping it in the same position as I met it.


    It didn’te as a surprise that the door lock used the same pin. Mason didn’t change it either.


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