Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,79
visited him here. It was three days after the night we got together. I walked up these stairs that first time with butterflies in my stomach. Being with Mason was everything I ever dreamed of, from when I was younger and all the way through those eight years we weren’t friends. He was the boy I could never forget, the boy I still stalked on social media. I dreamed of a life with him in it, never actually thinking that would happen, and then there he was, in it.
He was my everything.
We talked about getting married, having kids, and growing old together.
He told me he would never look at another girl ever again.
I told him we would be buried together for eternity.
We planned all the countries we would visit, all the bucket list items we wanted to tick off together, all the ways he’d fuck me when he was eighty, and still couldn’t get enough of me.
We weren’t supposed to end up like this, with me walking up these stairs as anything but his girl.
I reach his front door and knock, hating that I have to do that.
We weren’t supposed to end up with me having to knock on this door.
He opens it and I inhale sharply at the look of pure torment on his face.
“Mayfair.” My name falls from his lips on a ragged breath, and I move without thought.
I step inside and wrap my arms around him. I don’t know what’s happened, but I know this man needs me more than he’s ever needed me.
His arms go around me and we cling to each other for what feels like forever. When his hold loosens, I look up at him. “What is it? What happened?”
“It’s Mum’s cancer.”
Mason’s not much of a talker, so I know it’ll take him a little while to give me the full story. I don’t push him for more now; he’ll talk when he’s ready. Instead, I say, “Have you eaten dinner?”
He shakes his head. “I’m not hungry.”
I close the door behind us and walk past him towards his kitchen. “You need to eat.”
He follows me. “I don’t need to fucking eat.”
I ignore him. He needs me to take charge tonight, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “You do. Don’t argue with me.”
“Chelsea,” he says, his tone letting me know he’s about to argue.
I look at him as I point at one of the kitchen stools. “Sit your ass down and let me cook you dinner.”
I’m not sure what response to expect with him. It could go either way. He might be amused enough at me bossing him around to do what I’ve said without argument, or he could become pissed off. I’ll take my chances; he needs me to. The more I look at him, the more I see how ravaged he is.
“Fuck,” he mutters, shoving his fingers through his hair. “This was a bad fucking idea. You should go.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Mason. You’ve never told me you need me like you did in that text. That means something to me, and while I know I’ve let you down in so many awful ways, I’m not letting you down tonight.”
That quietens him. Completely, for a good few moments. Finally, he pulls the stool out and sits his ass on it. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. His actions do all his speaking for him.
“Any requests for dinner, or should I just go through your fridge and see what you have?”
“Good fucking luck finding anything in there that will make an actual meal.”
“You haven’t been shopping in a while?”
“Baby, I haven’t been fucking shopping since you left.”
I stare at him in silence, hating this fact. I internalise it as all my fault to start with but then decide there’s only so much blame I can take. At some point, he’s going to have to get his shit together. “You need to go shopping, Mason,” I say with some force before turning to the fridge and taking a look.
He wasn’t joking; there’s not much food in here that’ll make a meal. However, he does have eggs and bacon, which doesn’t surprise me; Mason’s go-to breakfast to cook me was bacon and eggs.
Holding up the avocado I also find, I say, “This is random. I’ve never known you to buy avocados.”
He eyes it. “Yeah, Harlow gave it to me the other day. She picked them up for cheap and handed them out to some of us at the clubhouse.”