Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

I ignored Oliver, changed my shoes, and walked straight out of his place. Even after I stepped outside the door, I could still hear Amelia scolding Jennifer inside.
Oliver trailed behind me the whole way, wearing a pitiful expression and begging me not to say anything. He was so desperate for my reaction that even when we were already outside the building, he was still pleading with me nonstop.
It was already evening, and there were quite a few people strolling around the neighborhood.
I stood by my car, not in a rush to leave. I suddenly turned around and shouted at him, "Stop following me. Is it enough if I don't tell everyone you married your cousin and got her pregnant?"
I raised my voice deliberately, and sure enough, a bunch of people turned to look.
"It's not my fault. You're the one who wouldn't stop pestering me." I shrugged, acting innocent. Then I hopped into my car, speeding off without another glance.
In the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of Oliver standing there, completely shocked. The satisfaction I felt was indescribable.
I whistled a tune and sang along as I drove toward my new place.
From the looks of it, Jennifer wasn't living so well in the Cooke household either. She was just as hateful, but being pregnant and still having to kneel down and change shoes for her husband and mother-in-law said it all.
Jennifer had clearly been brainwashed by Amelia's twisted rules too.
It was obvious Jennifer loved Oliver. Unfortunately, she was just like I used to be, completely blind to how selfish and cold-hearted Oliver and Amelia truly were. Sure enough, when it came to love, the one who fell first would always lose.
When I got home, the housekeeper opened the door for me. "Welcome back, Ms. Gordon. Mr. Knight has been waiting for you for quite some time."
She didn't speak like someone who was meeting me for the first time. But after three months of training, staying calm had already become my second nature. I'd learned not to be curious about anything, no matter how strange something seemed.
I handed the housekeeper my car key and asked her to park the car in the garage. Then I walked into the living room and said, "Mr. Knight, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Call me Mase." As he spoke, he stood up and fixed his eyes on my face.
"All right. Mase, I thought you were a busy man. Did you come here to give me instructions or something?" I asked.
Mason didn't say a word. He took another step toward me, and the smell of alcohol hit me head-on. His face was slightly flushed, and he was swaying just standing there.
He didn't answer, and I didn't speak either. We just stood there, staring at each other. After a long moment, I was the one who gave in and looked away first.
I turned to the housekeeper who had just parked the car and ordered, "Get Mr. Knight a hangover cure. If we don't have the ingredients, just bring him an electrolyte drink."
"Yes, ma'am," she replied and headed to the kitchen.
I was about to ask Mason if he wanted to lie down and rest when he suddenly grabbed my arm. Before I could react, I was pulled straight into his warm embrace.
Without any warning, Mason wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Kate, don't leave me."
"Let go. You're drunk," I demanded.
"I'm not drunk. Don't move. Just let me hold you. Just for a little while." Like every drunk person, Mason was clearly wasted but refused to admit it.
I tried to push him away, but Mason held on too tightly. His arms were like a vice, as if he wanted to pull me into his body and keep me there.
We stayed like that, and Mason kept whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I knew full well that even though he was holding me, those words weren't meant for another girl. Still, I couldn't help but be moved.
There was something about his voice. It had a pull, something that drew me in, made it impossible to resist that fragile, make-believe tenderness.
I cursed myself inwardly for being so pathetic. My revenge wasn't even complete, yet here I was, getting all caught up with Mason. I knew I was just a stand-in for another woman, and still, I found myself wanting more from whatever this was.
Little by little, Mason started getting bolder. His large hands roamed over my body, and his warm lips brushed against my cheek.
I wasn't some clueless girl. I knew exactly where this could lead. My body was already reacting, but my mind told me I had to put a stop to it.
"No, don't do this." I pushed back, trying to resist, but it was useless.
My refusal only made Mason more intense. His lips landed on my cheek, my ear, my neck—like a storm that wouldn't let up. Finally, they found my lips.
The moment our lips touched, my mind went blank with a buzz. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body, so strong I almost couldn't stand.
When I woke up the next day, it was noon. Mason was already gone, leaving me all alone.
I didn't know when he'd left. We'd gone at it nearly the whole night, and I hadn't fallen asleep until the early morning.
I sat up and looked down at myself. My soft skin was covered in hickeys, a reminder of everything that had happened last night.
Blushing, I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. When I came out wrapped in a towel, I noticed a glass of water on the nightstand, sitting next to a box of medicine.
I picked it up and saw that it was emergency contraception.
Any trace of lingering sweetness on my face disappeared. Every fuzzy thought, every stupid fantasy vanished all at once. I knew men always stayed more rational than women, especially someone like Mason, cold and calculating.
I tossed the pills straight into the trash. I didn't need them. I'd been with Oliver for three years and never got pregnant. Like one night would suddenly change that?