The Contract (Billionaire Erotic Romance) (The Agency) (3 page)

“You
wanna
finish that movie now?”
I asked him, not caring what we did as long as I could relax alongside him.

“Why don’t we lay here for a littler
longer.
Feeling you breathe against me is all I need right now.”

His words caught me off guard. It was a very relationship
type thing to say, but instead of making me scared, it made me feel really
happy. It could have been the moment of pure bliss we felt together just
moments before, but everything just seemed so perfect. So I didn’t argue,
instead I just stayed there, feeling his breathing next to mine. Next thing I
knew, we were both fast asleep.

Chapter 4

The next morning came with bright white sunlight streaming
in through my window, which was technically my wall. It sparkled as it hit the
chandelier hanging majestically over my California king sized column bed.
Memories of yesterday started digging themselves out of the morning haze as I
let out a yawn and reached over to touch Mason. To my surprise, my reach was
met with just a pillow. I rubbed my eyes clear of the morning mist and looked
over only to notice that Mason wasn’t there.

Well that’s weird.
I
thought to myself. Mason never was a morning person, and it was 7 on a
Saturday. Usually I was always the first one up and Mason would just stay in
bed. He never snuck out in the middle of the night either. If he were going to
leave he would just come out and say it, not being one for sugarcoating much.
Lately though, Mason was staying over all night. So what was the deal?

I climbed out of bed and pulled on some hot pink boy shorts
I had lying around. I threw on a baggy white T-shirt that I’m sure belonged to
Mason
and made my way downstairs, wondering if he was in the
kitchen.

“Mason? If you’re making breakfast I don’t like bacon,” I
said out loud, expecting a response along the lines of “You don’t like bacon
?!
I always knew you were an alien vampire!” but instead I
was just met with silence.

I glanced out the kitchen window and noticed Mason’s car was
still in my driveway, so he had to be somewhere in here. I figured maybe one of
the bathrooms, so I decided to let him come out on his own. I made my way over
to my couch and sat down, flicking on the television and putting on the Food
Network.

As I was watching Paula
Deen
fry
up some pancakes in a few pounds of butter, something caught the side of my
eye. I turned my head and noticed the door to my home-office was slightly ajar.
Weird, that’s always locked.
I
thought to myself,
Only
me and Maria have a key.

Maria was my housekeeper and only came on Monday, Tuesdays
and Fridays so there would be no reason for her to be in there. I decided to
investigate, putting the remote down and walking over to the door. I peered
inside, half-expecting to see some sort of burglar going through all my
confidential files. Instead, there was no one. Nothing seemed touched or
out-of-place either.

“Hey, good morning!”

I leaped back and let out a yelp, not expecting a noise. I
was so confused by the unlocked door that I had forgotten Mason had been in the
bathroom upstairs. His exclamation behind me made me feel as though my death was
imminent. Of course, it was just Mason, smiling his bright smile as always.

“Didn’t mean to scare
ya
, beautiful.
Watcha
looking at?” He asked, walking over to me and
planting a nice, sloppy morning kiss on my forehead.

“Oh nothing. I just must have forgotten to lock my office
room yesterday. You’re up early this morning?” I said, returning his sloppy
kiss with a lick across the cheek. I started thinking we were actually 15-year-old
teenagers as opposed to successfully functioning adults.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. I went out for a run and thought
you wouldn’t be up until a little later. Would have left you a note,” he said,
walking over to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water.

I hadn’t noticed but he was indeed wearing his running
shorts and sneakers.

“Must not have been hot outside, you didn’t sweat a drop,” I
noticed. Mason was a heavy sweater, always something I teased him about. It was
great calling him a human sprinkler sometimes.

“Yeah it was pretty breezy. So what’s on the agenda today,”
he said, switching topics effortlessly as he hoisted himself up onto the island
and sat, his legs dangling off the end.

“Me and Sharron have a
pampuss
day
today. Sorry, no boy’s aloud.”

“I never could figure out what
pampuss
meant. When am I going to be honored enough to be told?”

“When you grow boobs and can come out on our
pampuss
days. But for now, you’re fine the way you are and
you don’t have to know. Just know it’s a girls thing.”

Pampuss
was actually a word we had
come up with back in high school. It was a combination of pussy and pampering,
real classy, I know. Even till this day, Sharron and I have monthly pussy
pampering days where we just act like teenage girls, being pampered and cared
for and relax out at a spa. Pampering our pussies was a pastime we never
missed.

“Anyway, I’ll call
ya
after we’re
done?”

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go have a
pampuss
of my own somewhere,” he said begrudgingly, hopping off the island and walking
over towards the door. Just before he left, he grabbed me again and planted a
passionate kiss. I couldn’t help but feel some butterflies come to life at the
pit of my stomach.
I’m going to have to
buy raid
, I thought to myself as I watched him drive away.

Later that day, I met with Sharron at our favorite spa in
Beverly Hills. It was the epitome of decadence. I always walk in and
immediately feel as though I’ve been transported to a pure paradise. The dim
lighting along with the island like décor is absolutely perfect and the light
tropical music adds just the right touch to the ambiance. What completes the
place is the staff, who treats everyone as though they are goddesses straight
from the promised land.

“So we did the contract,” I told Sharron as we were both
getting our backs massaged inside a private room.

“Oh, honey! Tell me all the details, and don’t spare any
dirty ones.”

I went ahead and told her about our first adventure without
boundaries. I didn’t mind that the masseuses were in on the conversation, I had
known them for a very long time now and felt as though I didn’t have to hide
just because they were there.

“Oh my, that sounds incredibly hot! Hotter than
69 Shades
that’s for sure.” Sharron
answered after hearing about the escapade. “So what are you going to do with
him? Did you ever talk to him about the whole working for you and how sketchy
that was?”

“No, I couldn’t come around to it,” I replied, a little ashamed
at my inability to discuss the topic with Mason. It was a valid issue and I was
never shy about bringing things up before, why now?

“You know it’s because you’re growing feelings for him,”
leave it to Sharron to read my mind.

“I can’t help it. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a
perfect, Adonis-like package.”

“Yeah well I still think he’s a conniving weasel, darling.
But if you like him, then I really can’t interfere. Just try not to get blinded
by his… well his dick game.”

“Dick game? Is that a French saying?”

“No, I thought it was American actually. Regardless, don’t
let the sex distract you.”

Sharron raised a valid point. The sex was incredible, but
that wasn’t all there was to Mason. There was that aura he had around him.
There was that way he held me that made me feel as though things were ok. There
was that way he talked to me that made me weak at the knees.
And
the butterflies in my stomach today?
Only Mason could be responsible for
those.

“Ok, I’ll talk to him about us then. It was weird this
morning though. I woke up and he wasn’t there, usually he sleeps till like four
in the afternoon,” I told her, confusion entering my speech.

“Did he sneak out like a masked bandit in the middle of the
night?”

“No, no. He just went out for a morning jog. Just odd,” I
had completely forgotten to bring up my unlocked office door as my masseuse
worked his magic on just the right spot.

“Well, you don’t want to keep your Adonis on too tight of a
leash. Let him run and keep that six-pack of his.”

I laughed at Sharron just as my phone started ringing. The
sound seemed to shatter all illusions of peace and tranquility that the spa set
out to create. I reached over to my purse in a flurry, trying to find my phone
and silence it before it seemed as though the place would explode.

“Ah shit, sorry about that,” I said, finally finding it and
muting the ring. I pulled it out of my purse and glanced at the caller id. It
was a number I hadn’t recognized before so I decided to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Blaire Stone?” A woman replied on the other line. Sharron
looked over me with a slightly confused and very annoyed glare.

“Yes this is she,” I replied, holding up one finger to
Sharron, letting her know to wait. Something felt wrong.

“Hi Blair, I’m calling from ADT Protection. We have police
dispatched out to your office. It seems as though there was a break in. Someone
has been shot.”

My heart dropped and then leaped up to my throat in one
single motion. Shot? Break-in? What the hell was going
on.

“Who’s been shot? Are they ok? When did this happen?”

“Shot! Oh my dearest God, is everything ok?” Sharron
exclaimed, brushing off her masseuse and sitting up on the table, eyes wide
with worry.

“I don’t have exact details,
mam
.
I’m just with the alarm company. I suggest you make your way over to the scene.
I’m sure officers will want to take down some statements and also go over what
was stolen with you,” the woman on the phone said.

“Yes of course. Thank you for calling.” And with that I hung
up. I turned to Sharron, when all of a sudden I remembered. Mason had text me
an hour ago saying he was going to stop by the office to drop something off.
The blood instantaneously rushed out of my face and my head felt ten-times
lighter. I immediately unlocked my phone and called Mason, Sharron noticing the
panic setting in on my look.

“What’s going on,” she asked me as the phone rang without
any answer.

“Someone’s been shot at my office. Mason. He was going there
earlier. He’s not picking up. He’s not answering his phone.”

I shot up and put on my clothes faster than ever before.

“Oh my holy Jesus! Honey, let me drive you there. We’ll
figure things out. Oh my great God, shot
?!
Oh no, no,
no. I’m sure Mason is ok… Oh dear.” Sharron said, also throwing on her clothes
and rushing out.

The receptionist called out to us as we both ran out in a
panic. I reached Sharron’s car and threw myself in. The drive to my office was
really only about ten minutes from where we were, but it felt as though it was
hours. During that time, I continued to call Mason and still had no answer. I
couldn’t help but think the worst.

What in the world was going on? First this morning with an
oddly unlocked door, and now someone broke into my office and shot another
person! This was not how today was supposed to go. None of this was supposed to
happen. I was just supposed to have a
pampuss
day
with Sharron and talk girl stuff. Not talk about murders and break-ins.

Fear and panic was eating away at me inside. Something
wasn’t right. But I had no answers until we showed up at the office. I was
already dreading what I would be met with there. Today was going to be a very
hard day.

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