Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 33

I won karaoke.

Mason wasn't too happy about that, but accepted his loss anyway and gave me the keys to his motorcycle.

We stopped by his place first so he could check on the girls. Mason was surprised to find Silas had slept over at his house and gifted quite a few colorful words to him and Charlotte.

"Give me a break, Masey." Charlotte blushed, running her fingers through her red tresses. "You know how long it's been since... well, you know."

He was getting ready to let a few more colorful words fly but was interrupted by Ava. "Uncle Masey!"

He turned and lifted Ava into the air. She giggled happily, her uncle peppering her face with kisses. "Hey, kid." He looked at Charlotte. "How did she takes the news about you know what?"

Charlotte glanced in Silas' direction as he rummaged through the refrigerator. "She took it really well. They were able to spend some time together last night, which helped a lot."

"I'm proud of you, Lottie."

The two of them hugged before Charlotte took Ava into the kitchen with Silas.

"Get out of my fridge, Silas," Mason barked.

Silas shut the steel door and frowned. "There's not like there was anything good in there to eat anyway."

"Get out of my house. And take your family with you."

All three of them turned their heads in sync with one another, daring Mason to kick them out. They truly looked like a family in that moment and I chuckled lightly.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll see you guys at dinner tonight."

Before heading over to the restaurant next, Mason took Lady down to the beach to play fetch.

Watching them play reminded me of how we first met and the chaos of it. We wouldn't have even met if it wasn't Bolt and his love of the tennis ball.

I guess you could call it 'puppy love'.

Mason sat down beside me on the sand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He questioned, smiling at Lady who'd made herself comfortable in my lap.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"How we met. The wedding. That night at your parents house. All of it." I pet Lady on her head, a smile forming. "I know things moved really fast between us, but I don't regret it." I looked into Mason's eyes. "I'm happy. Maybe the happiest I've ever been, in fact."

"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that."

"Good, because you're stuck with me."

"And you're stuck with me."

"That's fine. I think I've proven that I can handle the Isaacs curse."

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, his lips unbelievably soft against my skin. "You definitely have, my love."

****

"Hi, chef," a young waiter greeted, a welcoming smile on his face.

Mason seems real popular at his place of work. Ever since we walked in, both workers and customers have dropped everything to greet him in some way, shape, or form.

"Hey, kid. Are they behaving back there?"

The young waiter nodded enthusiastically, his deep brown eyes sparkling under the dimly lit restaurant lights.

"Good."

The kid's smile seemed even brighter. It was adorable and showed just how well taken care of the workers are. Clearly, I should have applied to work here instead of being in the escort business.

"What can I get for you this afternoon?"

"I'm good. Just let Declan know I'm here. And as for my beautiful dove, she can have whatever she wants." He smiled his charming smile, those emerald eyes melting my heart every time I gaze upon them.

"Yes, sir." The kid, who's name tag read Blake, turned to me. I ended up ordering more than my stomach could take, every item on the menu sounding absolutely delicious.

I thanked Blake as he finished writing down my order, and he gave me a sheepish smile before scurrying off like a nervous little mouse.

"How old is he?" I asked. He honestly appeared far too young to be working in a place like this.

"Sixteen. His father, who's also a chef here, vouched for him. Said he's got some skills when it comes to cooking."

"So why isn't he in the kitchen with the rest of the cooks?"

"He has to work his way up like everybody else."

"Ah, okay. That makes sense."

Mason and I talked and laughed some more, Blake stopping by our table with drinks before eventually coming all with all the food I'd ordered.

I'd realized I went a little overboard when he brought along some help to carry the second tray of food out.

They set everything down on the table, my mouth salivating as all kinds of tasty smells permeated my nose.

There was a sirloin steak, salmon, chicken Alfredo, a Ceasar salad, and a side of buttered rolls. Although I hadn't, I was really started to feel like I'd ordered the whole menu.

"Please eat this with me," I begged, warily eyeing the food before me.

"I'll help you. But whatever you don't eat, we can take to my siblings. Those monsters will eat anything."

I waved my salad fork at him. "You make it sound like they're pigs or something. They're not that bad."

"Yes, they are. Especially Hayden."

"Well, he is an athlete."

Mason cut into the steak with his fork and knife, popping a piece of the medium rare meat into his mouth. He rolled his eyes. "And the little fucker never gains a single pound."

"Neither do you. All I do is breathe air and I've gained at least five pounds."

"Don't be so dramatic. Besides, it really doesn't matter to me. It's not going to stop me from loving you."

I don't know why, but I still haven't gotten used to the idea of Mason telling me he loves me. I know it's coming, but everytime I hear, I always lose my breath a little.

And I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it, but Mason's starting to notice. "Harlynn, why aren't you looking at me? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly, shoving a forkful of pasta into my mouth.

"Do we need to go to the bathroom?" I looked up at him, confusion written across my face. "Keep lying and I'll just fuck the truth out of you."

"Mason!" I whisper-yelled, trying to hide my reddened face with my table cloth.

I caught a glimpse of a couple one table over. They had heard everything, both of their faces filled with shock and their cheeks tinged pink.

"Do we need to go to the bathroom?" Mason asked again, his expression serious and his tone firm.

He didn't give a fuck about the people around us or the fact that I was embarrassed. So to save what little dignity I had left, I confessed.

"You told me you love me."

"Yeah. And I tell you all the time."

"What if I never manage to say it back?"

The hard lines on his forehead disappeared, his smile reaching his eyes. "You will."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I always get what I want, remember?"

Right. Of course. How could I forget? He's an Isaacs. And an Isaacs always gets what they want.