his head tucked into my neck before pulling away muttering. “I swear I’m going to fucking kill him if he keeps cock blocking me.’’
I giggle and grab my clutch off the table and grab the Hunger Games DVD from off the shelf. It’s up here for a reason. Max, so far, has wrecked nearly every DVD we’ve lent him, but whenever he does now, Mason charges him double of the price the DVD originally cost.
“Where are we going again?’’ I ask, knowing he’s taking me for dinner, but not where he’s taking me.
“Babe, I know you’re hungry, but be patient. You’ll be fed soon enough my woman,’’ he grins before giving me a light smack on the ass. I squeal out in surprise and turn to narrow my eyes at him, but as soon as I turn back around to head down the stairs, my face breaks into a huge grin, finally having back the Mason I fell in love with all those years ago.
Oh my God!
He didn’t.
He freaking has.
Mason and I walk up the street towards McDonalds and I look down at my outfit in sheer embarrassment. How could he let me dress up for McDonalds?
“Mason, really? I know you love your burgers, but seriously? I could have just worn my pyjamas to eat here.’’
I don’t even bother to cover my disappointment, or the fact I feel like a complete ass that he’d bring me here for a date nonetheless.
“But you’ve been craving Mc chicken sandwiches for weeks now. I thought it would be romantic,’’ he frowns, with a slight gleam in his eyes.
“Whatever, let’s hurry up before I murder and eat you. I’m starving,’’ I snap, carrying on towards the fast food restaurant.
He laughs behind me and I don’t bother to turn around to glare, or to even snap at him. I’m too worked up and I know for a fact whatever is going to come out of my mouth will sound bitchy and ungrateful, but most of all, I know I’m on the verge of crying.
Just as I get to the door, Mason grabs my hips and pulls me back easily to his front. “Baby, why do you think I’d take you here? We’ve got a table there,’’ he chuckles in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I follow his pointed finger to one of the highest priced restaurants in Coldenshire. It’s just a few doors up from McDonalds, which I never really noticed before. My mind was too busy thinking of ways to kill Mason for bringing me on a date here. Not there is anything wrong with McDonalds; I just wanted to have a memory of us in an intimate setting.
“Huh? What? Jesus Mason, why didn’t you tell me this before I started cursing at you for thinking you were taking me to McDonalds?’’ I growl, my anger rising.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re pissed,’’ he chuckles, his arms once again surrounding me, holding me to him.
“Answer me, goddamn it.’’
“Alright, alright... I booked a reservation the other day. I honestly didn’t know it was next to McDonalds, or that you’d think that is where I’d take you,’’ he grunts.
“Sorry,’’ I tell him honestly, my head bowed to the floor.
“Babe, there’s no need to be sorry. Let’s go in before they give our reservation to some poor fucker who didn’t think to book in advance.’’
“Okay.’’ A smile lights my face, and I link my arms through his as we make our way inside.
“Hi, can I help you?’’ a young male waiter greets us, his eyes raking across my body. I’m not sure if it’s hormones, or the lack of sleep, but I’m pretty sure he’s checking me out.
I’m not going to lie, he looks pretty fit, but he’s not my type, that and the fact he’s nothing compared to Mason. It also doesn’t help his case when he asks if he can help us. No mate, we’re just standing in the middle of the restaurant to get our own food.
It’s like when you go food shopping and the checkout assistant asks if you need any bags. As if you’d say ‘No, it’s fine I have ten million hands that can help.
“I booked a table for me and the missus. It’s under Carter. C.A.R.T.E.R,’’ he spells out and I can’t help but cover my mouth to cover the laugh that escapes.
What an idiot!
“Oh here. C.A.R.T.E.R, Carter,’’ the bloke repeats rolling his eyes.
“That’s what I said,’’ Mason says proudly, puffing his chest out and I