Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
(Bk 2) Chapter 79

Lexi's

POV

While Mason went to meet up with Rachel, I went into my room to freshen up and change into my nightwear After that, I went to his room after he informed me where the keys were. I lit some scented candles to refresh the room. If there was one thing I absolutely loved, it was scent. I found a liking for scented candles when I was young. Mainly because I grew up watching my mum make scented candles. That was her specialty and hobby. After setting it up, I let my hair down out of its ponytail. The door suddenly opened and someone walked in. I heard Mason's voice calling out my name from the living room. I walked out of his room towards the living room. His eyes widened when he saw me. And he seemed to be more surprised when I said I had been waiting for him. Wasn't it obvious?

"How did it go? It's quite windy outside. Did she listen to you?" I asked curiously.

"I think so. You don't have to worry. She won't jump from up there. She's not dumb," he replied. I nodded in response.

"This room smells nice. What did you put in it?" he inquired.

"Scented candles. I made them," I admitted. I never told anyone that I made scented candles before. After my mum died, I wanted to make scented candles that could bring a smile to people's faces and make them relaxed just like my mum used to. But, my dad didn't like that for some reason I don't know of. He stopped me from making them but from time to time, I continued making them.

"You make scented candles?" he asked in surprise.

I nodded. "Why? Is it hard to believe? I know it's not that fascinating..."

"It's incredible," he said, cutting me off.

"It is?" I asked skeptically.

"Of course Lexi. That's some great talent you have there. Why didn't you ever say anything? Where did you learn it from?" he asked curiously. I smiled, happy to know that for the first time, someone was curious about this part of me. "From my mum," I replied.

"Your mum? I never knew she could..."

I shook my head, cutting him off. "It's not her. I was speaking of my dead mum."

"Oh," he muttered.

"Come with me. You can see the candles better," I offered, turning towards his room. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew he was following me.

"There they are," I said, gesturing towards them.

"They are wonderful. About your mum, do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

I turned my back to him pretending to fix the candles on the table that didn't need fixing at all. "What's there to talk about? It was a long time ago and I barely remember anything about it."

"There must be something. I'm sure there is. I don't know how losing a parent feels..."

"Do you want some food? We barely ate anything before leaving. You must be hungry. I will make us some food," I said, avoiding his gaze and hurriedly walking past him. I barely made it past him when he grabbed my hand. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing towards the bed.

"But the food..," he gently turned me towards him.

"You can't hide your pain behind a mask from me. We are mates and if you can't tell me this type of thing, I feel like I'm not doing enough," he muttered.

"No, you are doing more than enough. More than I deserve or could have ever imagined. Don't blame yourself for my mistakes," I replied. He led me towards the bed and we both sat.

"It's just, these are memories that I've buried deep down and want to forget about. Talking about them will only make me remember what I've been trying to forget," I explained.

"It's fine. I understand if you don't want to talk about it," he assured me.

"If not anyone, I want you to know about this. My mum died when I was seven from a heart disease. At first, I didn't understand what it meant, but after a few months, I finally understood what it meant to be motherless. My dad remarried. My step-mum was a divorcee who had three children all boys before she married my dad. I was told their union was mainly because of us the children. I was excited to have someone else to call mum but she never treated me like a daughter. She hated my guts although I have no idea why," I continued while he listened attentively.

"Did you contact them after you left?" he asked.

I snickered. "Why would I? They never wanted me and I'm sure they are happy, I'm gone."

"How about your brothers?" he inquired.

"Step-brothers. Not every family is as loving as yours Mason. Mine definitely isn't. We are all like total strangers. Nobody cares. Back at my place, it's every person for themselves, which is why I'm overprotective of myself all the time because if I don't, no one else will," I replied. But deep down, I still wondered if what Nick said was true. Did someone from my family try to find me? My dad perhaps? I didn't want to be disappointed by the answer to that again so I pushed that thought away from my mind.

"You don't have to surround yourself with walls so high that it's almost impossible to reach around me. And I will protect you no matter what," he said.

I smiled. "I should probably get going. Torres will be here soon."

"Didn't you change out of your outfit because you wanted to get comfortable? Don't you have any intention of sleeping over?" he asked.

"How can I sleep here when Torres will be back soon?" I asked in disbelief.

"He has his room and I have mine. We both can do anything we want with our rooms. No one's going to complain," he assured me. "What about Mady..."

"Mady is not a child. She will be fine. Any other excuses?" he asked with a smile. He knew that I had no other valid reason to say. "Okay," I replied.

"I will be right back," he said with a smile as he walked towards his closet, picked some clothes, and headed into the bathroom. "What do you think Darcey? Did I do the right thing?" I asked curiously.

"You did. I was surprised how you told him. You never do to anyone else what you did today. That's trust right there," she replied.

"I really really do like him, Darcey. I hope it stays this way," I admitted. The bathroom door opened and he came outside drying his hair with a towel.

"Do you need something?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I don't. All I need is you," I placed my hand on my mouth in shock. What did I just say?

He chuckled while sitting beside me. "You know, you should speak your mind more often. I never would have known if you hadn't blurted this out. I turned towards him abruptly but I caught him staring at me.

"You are beautiful," he muttered. I blushed bright red, taken aback.

"All of a sudden?" I asked.

He nodded. "You are already beautiful but you are more beautiful with that red tinge on your cheek. I want to kiss you till you become breathless. Can I?" he asked. I was surprised by his straightforwardness but I was glad he asked for my permission first. I nodded and he leaned towards me immediately placing his lips on mine.

At first, he kissed me slowly and lovingly but it got intense and I sat on his thighs. He retreated from my lips and trailed kisses down my chin, moving slowly, devouring every inch of my skin. My heart fluttered and my toes curled in excitement. He carried me and placed me on the bed. He moves from my neck to my b****t and even further to my belly button.

He caressed it with his mouth and tongue. I bit on my lips to stop the moans from coming out. Then his hand moved further below, caressing my thigh. My breath hitched and all of a sudden, I wasn't feeling the pleasure anymore. I was panicking and he noticed. "What's wrong?" he asked looking up at me.

I forced a smile. "It's nothing."

"It's not. You don't look like you were minutes ago," he said.

"I'm sorry but can we do this some other time? You must be upset but..."

"I'm not upset. I would never force you to do what you don't want to. I told you that already. I'm glad you spoke up," he said with a smile. He switched off the lights.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Going to sleep. You must be tired," he said, pulling me into a spooning position.

"Goodnight babe," he whispered.

"Night," I replied. Even though we were both comfortable in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but ponder about what just happened. But Mason's gentle breathing on my neck soon lulled me to sleep.