Chapter One Hundred and One
Mason sat in his car in the dark garage. He was beyond pissed off. Did Marcus and Andrea have a history he didn’t know about? He couldn’t be referencing The Club because Andrea had been sold, she hadn’t been taken to their inner circle of perverts. Had she lied about that part? She seemed to know alot about The Club, Charles Alexander and the things they were doing.
He was doubting everything she ever told him, doubted her reasons for coming back and now he regretted letting her back into his life and into his house.
Mason finally got out of his car and unlocked the front door. Andrea was in the living room and she turned to look at him where Grace lay on her lap, asleep. “You okay, Mase?”
“I’ll take her up.”
“Mason …”
Mason shook his head and Andrea closed her mouth. He picked Grace up and carried her to her bedroom. He kissed her on her forehead and tucked the covers over her. He loved Grace more than life and he knew that he had brothers in his corner that loved his daughter like he did. He exhaled a shaky breath as he walked back downstairs to the living room.
“Let’s take this to the kitchen.”
Andrea stood up and followed Mason to the kitchen, where they could close the door and there were less chances of Grace hearing them. Mason opened a cupboard, took out the bottle of scotch and two glasses. Andrea watched him warily, his posture stiff and his muscles tense.
“What’s going on?”
“Did you ever sleep with Marcus Holt?”
Andrea’s eyes betrayed her and Mason briefly closed his own. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Did you or didn’t you, Andrea?”
“Mason …”
Mason clenched his fists on the counter and took a deep breath to keep his temper at bay. “Spill, Andrea. Tonight he said, ‘Ask Andrea if she misses my dick in her mouth.’ So I have to wonder if you dated him or just slept with him because you said you were sold outright, that you never set foot in The Club.”
“We slept together a few times.” Her voice was soft and her eyes were still downcast. He didn't like the defensive posture she'd taken.
“Why not just tell me you’ve got history with Holt? Why let me get blindsided in a meeting where he throws that in my face? You knew we were going to see them tonight and you know the kind of history we have, so why?”
Tears gathered in Andrea’s eyes as she looked at him. “Mason, please, just let it go.”
Mason frowned as he looked at her. Let it go? How could she expect him to let anything go? “He also said that he hasn’t started fucking up my life yet, what does that mean?”
Andrea shook her head and the tears spilled onto her cheeks. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, Andrea! What the fuck does Holt know that I don’t?” His temper was getting the better of him and he was breathing harder than five minutes ago, he could feel the anger swirling inside him and he needed answers.
Andrea openly cried now and she held her hands over her face as her shoulders shook. Mason took a step towards her and pulled her into his arms, his hand rubbing circles on her back. “Talk to me, Andy, let me help you.”
“When I got pregnant …”
“What?” Mason had stiffened and his arms fell to his sides as Andrea looked up at him. It felt like all the blood was draining from his body as realization began to set in.
“Mason …”
“You slept with both of us in the same time frame?” His ears were ringing and he couldn't believe the thoughts that slammed into him.
“We weren’t exclusive, Mason, you didn’t want a girlfriend.”
He didn't want to ask the question but he knew he had to. He had to know. “Is Grace even mine?”
A shiver ran through Andrea and she couldn’t look at Mason. He gripped the counter tightly as nausea rose and he felt his heart hammering in his chest. There were black spots in front of his eyes and he felt dizzy, a sickening feeling pushing up from his gut.
“Is she mine?” Mason’s yell made her jump and she took a step backwards, as if she could ward him off. It was too late now, Mason had her cornered and he wouldn't let go until he knew everything.
When she finally spoke her words were soft, a whisper in the otherwise silent kitchen. “I don’t know.”
“Get out.”
“Mason …”
“Get out of my house, Andrea, or so help me I’ll fucking throw you out.” Mason's hands were shaking with anger and he knew he had to keep his head because he was capable of throttling her.
“I didn’t have many choices, Mason!”
Mason stood there, gripping the counter again to keep his hands off her neck, his eyes wild with anger. “You left her on my doorstep and now you tell me you don’t even know if I’m her father? What kind of person are you? How do you leave your child with someone you’re not even sure fathered her? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Marcus wanted nothing to do with a baby! Mason, please!”
Mason turned anger filled, steely eyes on her. “Get out of my house. I don’t care where you go but if you come near me or Grace again, you’ll regret it.”
“Mason, don’t do something you’ll regret later.”
“Regret? The only thing I regret is letting you back into my life!”
“Grace is my daughter, Mason. You have no right to keep me from her, not until we know if you’re her father or not.”
“I am her father! I raised her! She's my daughter!”
“Mason, I’m sorry but I’m not leaving her again.”
Mason slammed his fist down on the counter. “Fine, Grace and I will leave.”
“Mason! I don't want to make this ugly! Please don't do this!"
