Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,28

bit revealing I kept with the excuse to my parents they were for the schools plays and events. I hid most of the clothing easily, but there were occasions when my mother actually bothered with me and checked my room. Even the maids knew to hide the clothing from my mother.

“I know. I saw it and immediately thought of you. I think all your shopping torture rubbed off on me,’’ she giggles.

I laugh remembering the first time I took her shopping for some sexy lingerie she needed to seduce Malik. Not that I thought the girl needed it, but still, it was an excuse to go shopping.

We spent the whole day trying to find something and she vowed never to go shopping with me again after I dragged her into nearly every store we passed by. If only she knew I went easy on her that day.

“I guess it did,’’ I smile, holding the dress up in front of me feeling giddy and excited. “Suppose I best go get ready.’’

“Yeah, want me to stick around and wait or are you good?’’

“Nah, I’m good. You get back, you got court tomorrow. Have they said any more about Hannah?’’ I question, still worried that she hasn’t been seen.

“No. Her mom is adamant that she never ran away, that something has happened to her,’’ she answers, her eyes distant, and sad.

“Everything will be fine I’m sure of it. We have enough evidence to back up our story. He’s going to go down,’’ I assure her, gripping her shoulder in a firm squeeze.

“I know. I guess I’m just worried that something did happen and we’re all talking badly about her like she has run away. Something doesn’t feel right when she’s mentioned. I’ve tried telling Malik I don’t believe she ran away. I can feel it in my gut. Now I’m just worried as hell.’’

“I don’t know what to say,’’ I groan, sitting down next to her on the bed. “A part of me feels like she deserves it, that she made her bed, but the other part, the humane side of me believes she doesn’t deserve anything bad happening to her. I just feel like I knew how to feel. I hate the girl for everything she put you through, but I still feel bad at the thought of her being hurt.’’

“I know exactly how you feel,’’ she murmurs, staring off into space. “Right, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. What time have you got to be there? Do you need picking up?’’

“No I’m good. Mason is going to drive me.’’

She gives me a sly grin standing up from the bed. “Well I guess I’ll leave you to get ready then.’’

“See ya,’’ I grin, feeling excited about tonight. “Oh and stop worrying. Everything is going to be fine.’’

“Love you bitch,’’ she shouts making me giggle. The girl never, and I mean never swears... okay she doesn’t swear that much, but when she does it doesn’t sound right coming out of her mouth. She looks too sweet and innocent to be sprouting out curses.

It’s just under an hour later when Mason arrives for our first date. I’ve been pacing the bedroom with so much nervous energy I’m surprised I haven’t gone into labour.

The dress Harlow bought me falls beautifully over my bump, making it look slightly bigger with the way it falls. It also gives him a good eyeful of my cleavage thanks to the dress pushing my now large breasts up and together.

I’ve matched the dress with some plain green flip flops with a diamond stud embedded on the strap. I’ve put in my silver dangly earrings and my matching silver sparkly necklaces that falls to the top of my cleavage. My hair has been left down in loose waves, my hands too tired to do anything else with it. Same goes for my makeup. By the time I finished getting showered and dressed I grew too tired to do anything else. So my makeup has been kept light with just a tint of foundation, lip gloss and mascara.

“Hold on,’’ I say rushing to the door, my grin stretching across my face. Opening the door I have to grab a hold of it quickly when I open it too enthusiastically and it nearly smashes against the wall inside. My face cringes at the sound and when I look up, Mason is staring at me with such appreciation I can’t pull my eyes away from his.

His eyes slowly move from mine, raking down my body,