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My voice was sharp, and I stared right at Victoria. Her lips shook as she tried to speak. “What do you mean, Lydia? Why would I not approve of you?” She asked. “If I didn’t approve of you, then you wouldn’t be here.” She ced one hand on her chest,pletely eradicating the nervousness she showed earlier.
“You are my son’s ex–wife, of course, you don’t expect me to think <i>too </i>much about the things you left after your divorce. You’ve been back for months, and you never came back for them. Naturally, I thought you didn’t need them anymore.” She said and blinked rapidly, turning her attention <i>to </i>the audience.
“I think that was my mistake, I should have asked about what you wanted before giving this out, for that I sincerely apologise.” If I didn’t know her any better, I’d have epted her apology and her pretence of sincerity, but this was Victoria. The same woman who orchestrated my divorce and attempted to murder me.
“You won’t stay mad at me for a long time, will you?” She asked softly. I didn’t get to reply before she wrapped her hand around me and pulled me into a tight and almost suffocating hug. “You got away with this one,” my hand dangled by her side, “doesn’t mean you’d get away with others.” She promised.
I wrapped my hand around her just when she began pulling away, “I wonder how everyone would react if they knew how dirty your mind is.” I pressed her against my chest, the same way she did seconds ago. “You nned to kill my twins and were against Mnie’s transnt, now you want some donations for children you barely know?” I scoffed and pulled away with a smirk.
Her entire body went rigid, and she red daggers at me. “If you keep looking at me in such a manner, people would think you didn’t mean your apology and you are simply trying to put on a facade,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear.
She lets out a nervousugh, “Lydia, you have always been a funny one.”
The auctioneer who was standing beside us cleared his throat, taking over the stage. He looked at Victoria with disappointment written all over his face. I am sure this wasn’t what they agreed on. With how greedy Victoria is, I’m certain she didn’t truly intend to donate all the money to an orphanage.
“It seems we won’t get to auction this item off, there are others you’d like,” he assured the crowd. Victoria left first. We were about to leave when the auctioneer asked, “I don’t mean to pry, but I’m sure everyone has the same question as me<i>.</i>” He began pausing to give us enough time to turn.
What question?
“Are you back together?” The hall went dead silent. The auctioneer looked between us. Mason gripped my hand, tightened, and let out a small smile, “Noment for now.” He said, not enough for them to jump to conclusions, just enough to keep them specting.
We walked back to our seat, but my interest in whatever was happening was long gone. Neither Mason nor I made any purchase. I made a mental note to ask Mia to send the donation to the orphanage.
At the end of the auction, I was informed that the ne would be sent over to my residence. Mason and I walked hand in hand to our car. “This honestly wasn’t what I nned today.” Mason said, “It was supposed to be a not–so–quiet time between us because there were obviously other people, but at the same time, just
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enough space to be together even in crowds. I don’t know if that even makes any sense.” Mason said his voice was smooth but mixed with frustration.
“I enjoyed the night, though. It has been a long time since I had so much entertainment.” I said. But something kept bugging my mind, “your mom,” I inhaled, knowing this may be a sore area for him. “It won’t be so weird if I ask how your rtionship is with her now?”
Cold air pped against my cheeks, the night illuminated by poles of light by the sides and headlight of cars from the highway close to the parking lot.
I noticed how Mason didn’t try to keep it a secret that he wasn’t on the best of terms with her. People bristled around, engines roared as cars began driving out of the lot.
“Honestly, not the best.” His voice was raw and low. “Knowing about all these just makes it seem like I never truly knew the woman I called mom.” He continued. Strands of hair covered my face, and I brushed them off.
No matter what Victoria did or how vicious she is, she is still his mom, and like all children, he’d obviously still have a soft spot for her. Hearing him talk about Victoria in such an emotional tone, a lump rose to my throat. I forced it down. This wasn’t a topic I wanted to have with him.
Fortunately, it seems it was the same for him, too. We got close to the car, and he dipped his hand into his pocket to fetch the keys. Just then, his phone began ringing.
“Fuck!” He groaned, pushing one hand through his hair, “I forgot the keys inside.” he said with a frustrated sigh, stealing a nce at his phone. I didn’t see the ID caller, but from the way he furrowed his brows, I could guess it was someone important.
“I’ll go get the keys, you can take your call.” I volunteered and started walking away before he had the time to refuse.
The keys were on top of the table. After grabbing it, I walked back, my heels clicking sharply against the tilted floor.
“I finally get a chance to speak <i>to </i>the homewrecker with no shame,” a voice jeered behind me. I stopped on my track, recognising the voice as Julia’s. I spun around to see her walking towards me.
My stomach twisted from the sight of her. She really had such an irritating face. I didn’t have time for any drama with her. She got closer with each step. Seeing the look of anger she tried to disguise with a sly smirk, I felt a sense of joy knowing I seeded in getting under her skin.
“How did you like my gift?” I asked.
She gritted her teeth, “Did it make you feel good to see me embarrass myself?” She asked. I rolled my eyes. Why would she ask such an obvious question? “You started it.” I reminded her. If she hadn’t written my name, I’d not have met the girl or written her name as the pianist.
“You!” She pointed her finger towards me, and I stepped back. “I have nothing to talk to you about.” I shook my head and continued, I could hear her shoes clicking beside me, “I know you think you have won because you have Mason, but let me warn you, he will always be mine.”
I don’t reply, if she wanted to act like a manic, she should do it herself. I increased my pace, and she soon got tired and gave up. Mason was still on call when I got back. He had his back towards me and massaged his
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After the call ended, he turned and I asked, “Is there a problem?” he shook his head, his jaw ticked, “Did you get the keys?”
“Are you sure you are fine?” I asked as I handed the keys to him. Why did I feel this need to know what’s wrong? As if I wanted him to trust me and know that I would always be here for him.
He assured me that he was fine and everything was in order. Although I had a hard time believing it since his shoulders remained slumped, I didn’t question him anymore.
We settled into the car, and he pressed on the elerator, driving the car out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
“We made small talk as we drove. The car rolled to a stop in front of my gate, and I bit down the urge toment on how short the trip was. Was it weird that I wanted a little time with him?
“Do you minding in for a drink?” I heard myself say before I could stop myself. It was already past 10 pm at this point. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
“Sure.” He said.
The sitting room was empty. Mom and the twins must have slept off. After confirming that the twins were fine, I came down with two sses and a bottle of wine.
Mason had removed his jacket. He sat on the couch with his crisps white bottom down, shorts with the first two buttons undone. The shirt was not enough to hide the outline of his toned body.
I swallowed, moving my eyes away from his chest, and a tingling feeling rushed through me. I sat on the same couch with him. The wine made a clinking sound as I ced it on the table.
Mason turned to me, his lips were moving, but I could barely focus on what he was saying.
How would those lips feel on mine?
Inviting Mason in was a mistake. But I couldn’t help the excitement that followed at the thought that this may be one hot night.
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