Page 323 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3

"Oh." Mason ran his hand through his hair. "This isn't like that, Bee. I'm sure my parents would want to meet you. They'll be thrilled that I have a girlfriend. I mean they want me to end upwith some rich snob probably, but they definitely disapproved of the way I have been living. Before I met you, I mean. Like the clubs and stuff. They'll be relieved that you're sweet and beautiful and smart and that I'm not paying you." He pressed his lips together, clearly hoping that I had somehow missed the fact that he had called me his girlfriend.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah." He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me on top of him. "I did tell Carter that you were my girlfriend the other day. It just slipped out. I know we haven't really talked about that, but..."

"I like the sound of that."

"You do?"

"I do." I placed a kiss against his lips.

He grabbed the back of my head, deepening the kiss. It didn't matter what was going on with his parents. He had asked me to move in with him. He had asked me to be his girlfriend. I was on the top of the world. And maybe I'd be able to help him work out his problems with his parents. I wanted him to be happy. Something had been bothering him the past few days. The way he reacted to me bringing his parents up made it seem like that was the problem. He'd given up his nightlife for me. He'd given up his bachelor pad. I wasn't going to nag him about this. They'd work it out. And I'd be there for him if he needed me. I wanted to be his rock. Because somewhere along the past month he had become mine.

His hand drifted to my ass.

I laughed as he rolled on top of me, pinning my hands to the mattress.

"Your way or my way?" he asked.

"Your way." I had given him my heart. Tonight I would surrender my body to him. Not that I didn't want to. I wanted to give him every piece of me. And I loved everything he did to me because I loved him.I love you, Mason Caldwell.Hopefully I'd find the courage to tell him soon.

***

When I woke up the bed was empty beside me. There were small red marks around my wrists where the handcuffs had been. Just thinking about last night made me blush. I quickly climbed out of bed. I didn't have anywhere to go today, but Mason did. And I wanted to make him breakfast. I didn't want him to think I was mooching off of him. I'd start looking for a job this morning too. If I had to find a menial job while looking for the perfect fit I would. I had worked as a waitress during college. I could do that again. But this time I was going to hold out on an advertising job as the next full time position I accepted. No more bullshit stepping stones. And no more bosses like Mr. Ellington.

I opened up the top drawer of Mason's bureau. I hadn't unpacked anything yet, but he had cleared this spot for meawhile ago when I started spending the night so much. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a tank top. One of the best things about Mason's apartment, aside from him being in it, was that it wasn't freezing cold. I would have had to wear two hoodies in my apartment to be this warm in the morning.

Today I was going to tell Mason that I loved him. I wasn't going to wuss out like I had last night. I didn't know very much about Mason's dating history. Kendra had said he hadn't had a girlfriend since high school. But that was information she found on Facebook. It wasn't necessarily true. I had only ever told Patrick that I had loved him. And I was nervous that Mason wouldn't say it back. Maybe he had never said it to anyone before. Maybe I'd be his first. I laughed at the phrase. I definitely wasn't Mason's first anything. It would be better if I hoped to be his last.

I walked out into the hallway. I froze when I heard Mason's voice.

"I'll get in touch with my contact on the cheerleading squad today," he said. His office door was open. I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop, but he had gotten my attention. Was he talking about the woman from that club he took me to? The ex cheerleader who had tried to give him a blowjob right in front of me? The memory made my stomach churn. He told me he had given all that up. I thought about how she had touched the belt on his waist. I had never been a jealous person. I guess it had started after Patrick had cheated on me. It was hard for me to trust anyone. But I trusted Mason. For some reason, my feet didn't agree with my mind, because I had inched closer to Mason's office door.

"We won't need a permit for Central Park," Mason said. "The Knicks already have it. Besides, we'll be using cell phone cameras and keeping it really simple. The best part is that no one will ever really know whether it was staged or not."

Silence. My heart was beating fast.The Knicks cheerleaders?This wasn't about him hooking up with that girl from that club. He was talking about an ad idea.Myad idea. Had I told him about that? I knew I told him I was upset that Jenkins pitch had gotten chosen. But I never told him about my pitch. I definitely hadn't.

"I already have the actor. I'll call you later with an update, John. We should be good for next week, though."

John Landry? From Sword Body Wash? My whole body felt cold. Mr. Ellington had said we lost the account. Had Mason stolen it? With my idea? How the hell did he know my idea? I leaned against the wall. My coworkers had heard it. Mason was friends with Jenkins. Maybe...oh my god. I tiptoed away from his office and into the kitchen. I grabbed my purse off the counter and pulled my notebook out of it. I flipped through it until I came to the torn out page.

Mason had left me a note the morning after he had slept at my place. I ran my finger along the jagged edge of the page. Mason had read through my notebook. He had read through all my marketing ideas. Is that why he had been so persistent after I drove away on our first date? Had he just wanted information about what Kruger was doing? So he could steal clients? For what, Blue Media or maybe even himself?

I felt cheap. And stupid. Of course Mason didn't actually like me. He was just using me. I put my notebook back into my purse. He was Mason Caldwell. And I was just me. He used women for a living. All he knew was paying women for sex.

When Mason turned the corner and walked into the kitchen I just stared at him. He came over to me and leaned down for a kiss.

My knees felt weak. I wanted to grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. I wanted to kiss him. Because this asshole had tricked me into falling in love with him. So instead of punching his beautiful face, which he deserved, I wanted to rip all his clothes off. This felt worse than Patrick. Worse because I hadn't even guessed what was going on. Mason was right. I was naive.

I put my hand on his chest so that his lips didn't meet mine.

He smiled down at me. "In the mood for more than kissing? I think I have time for that."

"You're disgusting." My voice sounded small. Why did I always sound so pathetic whenever I needed to be strong?

"You didn't think what we did was disgusting last night." He gave me his panty dropping smile.

"I need to go." I nodded, as if encouraging myself that I was making the right decision.