🖤chapter 31🖤

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💄Cover's POV💄

"Cover?!"

Glass plates slip from Delaney's hands and shatter all across the floor making all eyes shift towards her in shock.

Her mouth is dramatically open with her eyes still on me. I know she is surprised I'm here and to be honest I am too. What kind of friend "dates" her boyfriends brother?

I quickly bend down and start to pick up the glass shards on the marble floor.

"Oh Dee you should really be more careful carrying things, after all your injury isn't fully healed yet." I say lying through my teeth.

"Cove-" Delaney starts to speak but Mrs. Anastasia interrupts. "Delaney darling you should have told me about your injury! I wouldn't have asked you to get everything if I would have known."

"But I do-" I take a turn interrupting her, after all she can never catch onto a lie.

"It will be fine it happened months ago but sometimes her hand starts acting up. Come on Delaney let us clean this up after all they were nice enough to let us come eat dinner with them." I say with a smile as I shuffled her in the kitchen.

As soon as we are out of their sights I give a sigh of relief.

I can see out the corner of my eye Delaney has that pouty face that she gets when shes upset, wrinkling up her nose slightly with glossy eyes.

"Dee." I say with a sigh once again.

"No! Don't say my name." She snaps back.

"I never said your name I said your nickname."

"Yeah w-well don't say my nickname neither." She stutters

"Okay w-well can we clean up the mess you made?" Giving her a playful mock. "You can be mad at me later just for right now pretend like your not" I say adding a weak smile.

"Fine." She humphs as she stomps away to grasp the broom.

At least shes not upset over the whole pool incident from earlier. I think reflecting on the previous hours as I toss some of the bigger glass shards in the bin.

"Also... what injury are you talking about?" She questions as she hands me the broom.

I give a slight chuckle as I shake my head turning towards the door. She's absolutely clueless, after all these years being around me you would think she could at least have picked up lying.

"Ohhh." She finally realizes as she beckons after me.

"Ohhh." I mock back.

We both are giggling as we exit the kitchen but before Delaney could even get halfway through the door Soyer pulls her by the hand and pushes her to the wall.

"You never told me you got hurt?"

Delaney is quiet for a moment but ends up spitting out somewhat an answer.

"I-it was some time ago, back when I'm i-i was goi-" she keeps stuttering making me confused even though I already know it's a lie.

"It happened as we was on the way to gym. She ended up falling over a root as we was talking." I speak for her.

Soyar let's go of her aiming his attention to me now.

He stares at me in the eye so I do the same.

"When?" He blurts.

"Like I said earlier a few months ago." I reply back not missing a beat.

"Why was I never informed?"

"Because you're her supposed boyfriend not her dad."

"I prefer daddy." He says not batting an eye.

"Well then pay my child support because I've been raising her 6 years." I say doing the same.

"I-I have a mama and papa.." Delaney speaks up softly.

A few moments of silence pass, I know that mine and Soyer's unspoken dominance is what drives us to dislike each other but we both stay quiet about it for Delaney's sake.

I can't help but have an unspoken hatred for a man who swooped in and took over one of my only sources of happiness. I don't blame Delaney or anything but I do wish he would just disappear, he ruins everything.

I know I pushed Dee to be around him in the beginning but it was honestly because i thought it would be good for her to have boyfriend. Maybe even experience something more to life than school.

Am I being selfish?

"Well since Cover likes to lie to my parents face then she can clean up this unwanted mess." Soyer spits out with hatred.

"Cover would Nev-"

"Then why is it when I grabbed you by the hand you never winced in pain doll?"

I can see shes trying so hard to cover for me. He saw through the lie so I might as well agree he is right.

I start to admit he is right but out the corner of my eye I see tears fall from Delaney's porcelain face.

A burning sensation formed in my chest.

"Baby don't cry I'm sorry." Soyer says as he pulls her in caressing her face wiping her tears away. "Come with me and we can talk."

"But Cover-" she says pointing at me.

"She can clean the mess doll." He puts his arm around her leading her out of the livingroom.

Without another word from either of them they leave with only myself in the livingroom.

The burning feeling doesn't leave but instead flows to my face.

I take the broom and sweep up the mess as I curse Soyer out in a slight whisper, only loud enough for myself to hear.

As I'm caught up in my own little world I don't notice someone is behind me until I feel a warm big hand on my shoulder.

I swirl around startled but when my eyes land on who touched me I could feel the burn fade away slowly.

He has that crooked grin that is always plastered on his face.

"Hey love."

"No." I reply back as I turn to finish cleaning.

"You don't like the name love?"

It not that I don't like it I think to myself it that I don't want to start liking you.

"No I don't."I reply back.

"Then what do you like?" He says taking the broom and dust pan away from me and dumping the shatters in the trash and tossing the rest to the side.

"I need to pick that up you know."

He kicks the thrown items and chuckles afterwards never once looking away.

"Its Soyers house. Not mine nor yours." He says taking a step towards me, causing me to back away.

I furrowed my eyebrows when he took another step forward, making me bump into the wall that's behind me.

"Y'know" he says staring off and then back at me "We can't just ignore what happened at the bar" he took my hand in his, closing off the space between us.

He was right. Unfortunately I don't want to talk about it but I know he will push. That is what all men do.

"Dinner isn't going to be prepared until a few more minutes if you would like we could go to my guest room?"

Sex.

That's what he wants.

It's what all men want.

"Fine." If that what he wants then might as well give it to him or he will force it onto me.

He gives me a smirk and grabs my hand, leading me up the spiral staircase that's in the living room.

We take a left and enter a room that I'm guessing is Masons.

He opens the door for me and I enter the room.

The moment I step in the room his scent fills every breath I take, he must stay her a lot or he just has strong perfume.

The masculine but soft scent is almost made me forget to be in awe of the room as well.

It's large, well larger than any room I would ever be able to afford but yet you can tell he also tried to keep it all subtle.

Unlike the rest of the house this was probably the only room that seemed normal.

"Are you okay?" He asks intruping my thoughts.

"You're room seems normal compared to the rest of the house."

He gives me a nod as he surveys the room himself like it's the first time seeing it.

"Its just a guest room. I didn't need to fill it with exquisite things."

"Does that mean you're house is?"I question as I step closer into the room.

"Not really."

Taken aback by his words I can't help but to feel stupid in my next question.

"Why?"

"Because I don't usually stay in one place. Why should I get a house if I don't have a place to call home?"

I'm not sure why but his words feel familiar.

Glancing up to him he is standing by the bed, he stands firmly in his black suit. His hair slicked back but a few strands fall out of place.

He gestures me to come over and I do so.

I shouldn't forget why he wants me to come in his bedroom.

"Sit." He says firmly.

Once again obeying his commands he turns towards the bathroom and shuts the door.

He must keep the condoms in the bathroom.

How original. I think as I roll my eyes.

Unexpectedly he comes out the bathroom he holds a silk white blanket and bedroom slippers.

Once again plastering his crooked grin he wraps the blanket around me and gently untucks my hair making sure not to pulls a single straind too hard.

With the same amount of gentle touch he slips off my heels and places the slippers on my feet as if I was Cinderella.

Moving to the corner of the room he bends over to retrieve something.

Maybe this time the condoms?

Once again to my surprise it was something completely different.

Pulling out a stuffed grey bear he makes it dance as he walks towards me propping it into my lap.

As he sits next to me on the bed i finally have had enough of the unexpected twists.

"What kind of foreplay is this?" I blurt towards him.

He gives a slight pause but then afterwards he slowly falls into a loud laughter.

It feels as though it's been hours of him laughing as well as my face flushed by all of the embarrassment his laughter begins to calm down.

"Oh you nasty girl." He chuckles slightly. "I didn't take you to my room to have sex with you. I took you to my room so we could have a private conversation."

Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulls me in, even though I have the blanket around me I can still feel the warmth of his hand.

With his other hand he lifts my head by my chin making me stare into his diamond like eyes.

"All though I wouldn't mind making love with you I don't want you to think you're just some object to me or a lesser person."

I start to shake slightly praying that Mason doesn't see.

I don't understand why is he saying this.

Am I not attractive enough to him?

Does he pitty me?

A million thoughts run through my brain and yet he wait calmly for me to collect myself.

"I was thinking I could tell you things about me and then you could tell me some things about yourself?" He says softly still looking deep into my eyes.

"You don't have to say everything but just some things so I could know you a little better."

"But we text from time to time isn't that knowing me enough?"I whisper.

"Well I would like to know you even more." He perks up.

"Well obviously my name is Mason Lockhart. I'm 20 and my favorite color is grey and white."

"Grey and white?" I giggle.

"Yes," he chuckles back. " I feel like they don't get enough praise as colors."

"My mom is one of my favorite people because she accepts me for who I am and I've always been second best to my brother." He says as his smile fades away.

"I help my brother and father run the family business but never get as much praise as Soyer."

"What's your family business?" I ask placing my hand on his thigh now feeling guilty for making this all about me.

Placing his hand on mine he pulls it closer to his chest and tilting his head to our intertwined fingers kissing them softly.

His eyes slowly fall back to my eyes but his head never moves as he watches me through his now fallen hair.

"Mason?"

Tightening his grip he opens his mouth to speak.

"We run a Italian Mafia."


A/N: next chapter will be more of Cover and Masons POV since a lot of people have asked for it. And once again thank you so much for all the support. I love everyone of you <3

Also tell me what you have for each of the characters or what you think about them now.

Cover ->

Mason ->

Anastasia/mom ->

Dad ->

Soyer ->

Delaney ->


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