Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
(Bk 2) Chapter 89

Lexi's

POV

I stared at him in disbelief and he winked at me. Who knew he could be so naughty? He held my hand as we both walked towards a house covered in snow. Although it was icy cold, the town was beautiful. I never knew such a place existed. We walked past the house I thought we were going towards and headed into the next one.

"Is that where we are going to be staying?" I asked in awe.

"Yes. Do you like it?" he inquired.

"Like it?" I asked in disbelief. Standing magnificently in front of us was a mansion that seemed to have been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. It looked like an enchanting winter wonderland of its own, with glistening spires and turrets rising into the crisp, frosty air. It was constructed from grayish-blue stone, reminiscent of the frozen glaciers that surround it. Its windows were framed by intricate ice crystal patterns, allowing the soft, ethereal glow from within to cast a warm and inviting radiance on the surrounding snow. The massive oak doors, adorned with silver handles shaped like frosty vines, definitely caught my attention.

"This place is beautiful, it almost looks magical. I love it," I replied excitedly. The door suddenly opened and a man wearing a butler suit accompanied by ladies wearing maid uniforms stood by the door. "Welcome Mr. Martinez, welcome miss," they greeted us politely.

"How have you been butler Sam?" Mason asked politely.

"Very well sir," he responded.

"This is Butler Sam. He has been taking care of our properties here for a very long time. Butler Sam, this is Lexi, my mate," he introduced. From the way he spoke, I could tell he held the elderly man in high regard. I could never get used to hearing him introduce me as his mate. It always gave me a tingly sensation and made my heart flutter out of happiness.

"You are welcome, Miss Lexi. I'm happy for both of you. I'm really glad you finally found your mate. You both compliment each other well," he replied with a smile.

"Thank you butler Sam. It was nice meeting you," I replied politely. I was beginning to feel the cold on my skin due to the thin material of my shirt.

"Are you cold?" Mason asked worriedly. I shook my head with a smile.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"Don't lie. You are not fine. Your lips are turning blue," he replied, taking off his jacket.

"No, don't. What about you? You will catch a cold too," I responded worriedly. He ignored me and took it off, placing it on my shoulder.

"I don't want you catching a cold Mason. You keep it," I said, trying to remove the jacket.

"I have a high tolerance for cold. You don't, so you keep it," he replied, holding onto my hand.

"It's your jacket so keep it," I insisted stubbornly.

"What's mine is yours, the jacket is yours too," he retorted.

"You..," Butler Sam cleared his throat loudly, cutting me off and we both looked towards him. The ladies behind him giggled quietly. I had completely forgotten we had company. I hid behind Mason out of embarrassment.

"We can take it from here butler Sam. Thank you for the warm welcome," Mason said to him. He nodded and headed inside. We followed after them but when we got in, we went in the opposite direction.

"Where are we going? Shouldn't we be heading upstairs?" I asked curiously.

"I want this trip to be completely special. I want us to be all alone without any distractions so we won't be staying with them. But they will be available for whatever you need," he explained. I nodded in understanding. "But does this place belong to your parents too?" I asked curiously. It won't be a surprise since they had so many properties.

"It belongs to my grandparents. I've told them all about you and they can't wait to meet you," he replied, leading me towards another hallway.

"I didn't leave much of an impression with your parents last time did I? I had to leave early and now I'm on a runaway trip with their only son. I can't imagine what they might think of me. Especially the Alpha, he must think I'm a bad influence on you," I rambled. I didn't know exactly what happened that day but I knew they argued.

"That's not true. You are saying that because you haven't had a real conversation with them yet. I agree we had an argument but it wasn't about you and they won't blame you for it. Don't worry about them," he assured me. He led to an entirely different part of the huge mansion. It was like an apartment of its own. It had a fireplace where the fire crackled which warmed up the entire living room. It was warm and cozy and I immediately fell in love with it.

"Come here," he said, taking my hand in his again. My phone suddenly rang.

"Wait a minute," I said, removing it from my back pocket. "It's Mum," I muttered while picking it up. "Hi Mum," I said cheerfully.

"How are you, my dear? Have you landed yet?" she asked.

"I'm fine, mum. We landed a couple of hours ago," I replied.

"How about Mason? Is he fine?" she asked curiously. We didn't have a chance to talk after what happened earlier so I could tell she was very curious. I looked towards Mason with a smile.

"Yes, mum. We are fine," I answered. She was indirectly asking if we were fine. She heaved a deep sigh of relief.

"That's a relief. I was so worried. But where did you both go at such short notice?" she inquired.

"It's a house that belongs to Mason's grandparents. We will be staying here for a while till we get back," I explained.

"How about school? The tests are coming up soon. I know how much you want to pass," she said.

"Have you forgotten who I'm with? He's my tutor, remember? He will teach me all I need to know while we are here till we get back," I assured her.

"I hope all you will be doing is learning. You aren't going to sleep in the same room right? You might be mates but you should maintain a pure and chaste relationship," Dad added. I had no idea he was there with her. My cheeks burnt out of embarrassment and Mason raised a brow at me wondering what was wrong.

"Do I need to talk to him myself..."

"No Dad, we both understand perfectly what you mean. I need to go now. Bye, talk to you later," I said and hurriedly hung up the phone.

"What's wrong? You look flustered," he asked.

"It was just my parents. You were saying something earlier before they called?" I replied changing the topic.

"I wanted you to take a warm bath and get rid of the cold. The bathroom is right over there," he replied heading towards the closed door on the right. He pulled it open and I gasped in surprise. It wasn't really a bathroom. It was an open area with a small pool filled with steaming water. He removed his shirt and walked towards the water. "What are you doing?" I asked in shock.

"Getting into the pool. You should too. It's cold," he replied unbuckling his pants. I stared at his toned chest in a daze.

"Should I help you undress?" he asked, walking towards me. That woke me up immediately.

"No, I can do it myself," I hurriedly replied, taking off his jacket. I removed my pants but my hands lingered on my shirt for a while. I contemplated getting into the water with my shirt on. I wasn't feeling shy about undressing in front of him. I was more scared of my scars. What if he saw them under the bright lighting and he realized they were not as he had thought?

"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, walking towards me.

"Are you certain you want me to take off my shirt? You won't regret it?" I asked nervously. The scars were on my body but I felt disgusted by them sometimes. The scars and the story behind them. He pulled me towards him slowly, without taking his eyes off mine, he slowly pulled up my shirt. I looked down and closed my eyes, scared to see the expression on his face. He lifted my head up with his finger.

"Open your gorgeous eyes," he muttered. I fluttered my eyelids open and he was smiling at me.

"What scars?" he asked.

"Can't you see them?" I asked with a frown.

"I can't see any scars. All I can see is the beautiful woman in front of me. A woman who has gone through so much but still came out strong and brave. I love you and every inch of your skin. Your body is the most perfect creation I have ever come across," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.