Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 17

Harlynn's POV
When Mason returned to the dinner table, he was no longer covered in flour and wearing a maroon colored short sleeve. He'd taken off the Dory apron he had on, which I found to be so damn cute, and was now wearing the same black crew neck his older brother had on moments ago.

It wasn't hard to infer what had occurred when Mason ran off with his brother in tow.

He sat down in the open chair beside me, his hair noticeably combed and whatever cologne he'd sprayed, awakening that part of me that has been secretly dying to ride him.

I leaned to the right of me, whispering so only he could hear. "Is it too late to request the Dory apron be put back on? You looked so much cuter with it on."

"So you think I'm cute?" He asked with a smug smirk.

I retreated, trying to hide the blush on my face. "Don't be weird, Mase."

He was in the middle of chuckling, but had stopped when he'd heard me refer to him by the nickname his family gave him.

"Mase?" He asked out of surprise.

I looked back over at him, noticing the way his left brow slightly rose and his eyes had visibly darkened in color.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, feeling my throat suddenly go dry.

"Like what?"

"Like... that," I replied, referring to the current look he was giving me. He looked like he wanted to fuck me right on this table. And probably would have if his family weren't present.

"Salad?" Hayden, who was sitting on the other side of me offered, forcing me to tear my gaze from his brother.

I thanked him with a smile and took the bowl from his hands. After filling my plate with the garden vegetables, I turned to give Mason the bowl. His hands brushed my own when he reached for the bowl, and I shuddered.

Damn. What is happening right now?

I pulled my hands away, feeling as though I had been burned. My heart beat faster as I realized everyone had been looking at us.

I cleared my throat, while squirming in my seat nervously. Their gazes never diminished, so I awkwardly and silently cut into my lasagna and slipped the fork into my mouth.

Fuck.

This taste amazing.

Every ingredient worked together to create a burst of flavor in my mouth and I almost fucked up and let a moan slip. "This is so good," I told Mr. and Mrs. Isaacs. "Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course. And actually, Mason was the one behind this fantastic meal."

I'm such a dumbass. Of course, he was. Hence, the evidence all over the apron he had been wearing. I was still trying to gather myself from the way Mason had looked at me when I said his nickname. And then there was the tingle that lingered after he had touched me. 

I just couldn't seem to think clearly anymore.

"Right," I mumbled under my breath.

"Nervous?" Mason whispered, his low voice having me reaching for my glass of iced tea and gulping down a sip of the cool beverage.

I felt so out of character. I was having such a hard time keeping my composure. I'm usually so good at hiding my emotions, but with Mason, it has become the hardest task in the world. I couldn't stop blushing, Mason finding amusement in the whole ordeal.

Mrs. Isaacs sensed my discomfort and decided to change the subject so I was no longer the center of attention. "So Declan, how are Aya and the kids doing?"

"Great," he said with a smile.

"And therapy?" Mr. Isaacs asked. "How is that going?"

Declan's smile faded. "It's alright. It's helping. But I still hate therapy though."

"You used to love it before," Hayden commented, causing his siblings to snicker.

Declan flipped him off.

I looked to Mason with a confused expression, wondering what kind of tea I was missing out on.

"Aya used to be Declan's therapist."

"Oh," I replied before following up with a drawn out, "Ohhh."

That sounds like quite the story.

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After dinner with Mason's family had ended, I was a little sad to go. They're such an interesting family to be around. I mean I love my family, but they are nowhere near as fun as the Isaacs.

As Mason was walking me out to my car, I saw an unfamiliar face getting out of his car and making his way towards us. "Mason," I said, motioning to the guy parked in his parents driveway.

Mason stepped away from me, his hands balled at his sides. "What the fuck are you doing here!?" He shouted, causing Declan, Hayden, and Mr. Isaacs to come outside to see what the sudden commotion was about.

They all mimicked the angry expression on Mason's face when they saw who the surprise guest was.

Based on their reactions, this wasn't the first time this guy has shown up unannounced.

"So you want me to beat your ass again, huh?" Hayden asked, ready to swing at the unwelcomed guest.

He backed up, his hands raised in surrender. "I just want to talk to her. Please," he begged. "She won't answer any of my calls or texts."

"Go home, son," Mr. Issacs said, his arms crossed over his chest.

I should probably go too. This clearly doesn't involve me. I started to move, but stopped when Mason looked at me. His features softened. "Stay. Please."

I didn't make another attempt to move.

"But sir-" The guy started to say, only to be interrupted by Mr. Isaacs.

He shook his head. "Please don't make this harder than it has to be, Nathan. My daughter wants nothing to do with you, so for your sake, I would let it go."

"With all due respect Mr. Isaacs, I can't. I love her."

Declan growled. "If you loved her, then you wouldn't have broken up with her after she gave herself to your undeserving ass."

The dark haired kid, who looked to be about Haley's age, dropped his head, eyeing the floor sadly. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Fuck all that," Mason said angrily. "You're not to see my sister ever again. If I catch-"

"Nate?"

We all turned at the sound of Adeleine's voice- her along with Harper and Mrs. Isaacs standing on the porch.

"Ade..." The guy known as Nathan said softly, the longing look in his eyes showing just how much he missed Adeleine.

"Don't fucking talk to her!" Mason yelled, pointing an angry finger at him. He then turned back to his sister. "You get in the house."

"You're not the boss..." Adeleine began to say until her father frowned at her. She swallowed and slowly turned to go back into the house with Mrs. Isaacs and Harper following close behind.

"Leave," Hayden demanded. "And we're not going to tell you again."

Hayden seems like such a sweet guy. And to see him so angry was strange. It just didn't fit his personality, from what I've seen.

Nathan decided it was best to take their advice and spare a couple of broken bones as he got back in his car and drove off.

Mason sighed heavily, his green eyes flickering to me. "I need a smoke."

I nodded. "I have some back at my place."

"Okay. Let's go. I'm driving."

I eyed the red and black motorcycle he was walking towards and snatched the keys out of his hand. "Actually, I'm driving."