The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Mason's eyes were locked on me, still burning with that insatiable hunger. There was a dangerous glint in his deep gaze. It felt like he could pounce again at any second.
I instinctively reached for my clothes to cover myself, but just as I bent down, I was scooped up by him with a single arm.
"Hey, put me down," I cried out, my voice full of panic.
I was seriously scared. The earlier thrill had left me feeling like my bones were about to fall apart. If we went another round, I wasn't sure I'd survive it.
Thankfully, it wasn't what I thought. Mason held me securely in his arms, then casually grabbed his jacket and wrapped it tightly around me. With that, he strode out of the study and toward the bedroom.
I was about to relax, but my nerves shot back up. I clutched the coat and asked, "Where are you taking me? What are you trying to do?"
"I didn't even know when he managed to put his pants back on. But his upper body was still bare, toned, and powerful. My brain short-circuited for a second, and I actually counted—he had a freaking eight-pack.
Of course, that little glance didn't go unnoticed. He smirked, "Like it, huh? Just wait, you'll get your fill later."
"No, thanks. I've seen enough." I squeezed my eyes shut.
Before I could protest further, he'd carried me into the bathroom and gently lowered me into the tub. Hot water began to rush from the tap, quickly filling the space.
"You can be excused. I'll wash myself," I muttered, arms crossed over my chest, hugging the side of the tub.
He nodded. "Alright. I'll have Nadia whip up something to eat."
He turned and walked out. I was surprised that he didn't insist on staying.
The second the door clicked shut, I leapt out of the bath and rushed to the bedroom, locking the door with a snap. Only then did I breathe easy again. Back in the bathroom, I soaked in the hot water and finally relaxed.
But then I looked down at my skin—marked everywhere with soft pink bruises. My skin was sensitive, and even a gentle press would leave a mark, which wouldn't fade anytime soon.
Thinking back to what had just happened, I flushed. At first, I tried to hold back my voice, but eventually, I lost all control.
God, the noise we made could be heard by people in the entire house. I wanted to bury my head in the water and just disappear.
I held my breath and ducked under, hoping to drown my embarrassment away. However, three seconds later, I came up gasping for air.
Forget it. Death wasn't an option. I'd just have to live with the shame.
I had to admit that the sexual sensation Mason offered was something I'd never felt before. It was intoxicating and absolutely unforgettable.
After the bath, all I wanted was to crawl into bed.
But the second I stepped into the room, I stopped in my tracks. Mason was sitting on my bed like he belonged there. All traces of sleepiness vanished as I pointed at him in disbelief. I exclaimed, "Oh my, how did you get in here?"
He glanced at the food on the table and said, "Didn't I say I'd bring you something to eat? Don't be so dramatic."
"But I locked the door," I shouted.
He rolled his eyes and then mimicked my tone to say, "But don't you know every lock comes with a key?"
He held up a key and waved it at me smugly.
"Hey, this is my room. Ever heard of knocking? Where are your basic manners?" I retorted.
I was so mad I stomped my foot, and my towel slipped.
I scrambled to catch it, clutching it tightly to my chest, only to realize he wasn't even looking at me. He was already digging into the food like I wasn't even there.
Just then, my stomach let out a loud growl. Only then did I realize I hadn't eaten dinner.
"Fine. I'll be the bigger person and let it go," I muttered, giving myself an excuse to eat. I sat down across from him and started eating without another word.
I ended up finishing an entire bowl of pasta on my own. Once I was full, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and finally fell into bed, melting into the sheets in sheer relief.
The moment my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. In my dream, I found myself standing by a riverbank, surrounded on all sides by tall, feathery reeds.
I walked deeper into the thicket, only to realize I was lost. The fluffy reed plumes brushed against my face and body, tickling me with every step.
"Achoo!" I sneezed and woke up—right into a close-up of someone's face hovering above mine.
Without thinking, I kicked out. But before I could land a hit, a strong hand caught my leg. "Fast reflexes," Mason said, his voice low.
I recognized his voice instantly.
"Why are you still in my room?" I tugged the blanket higher, trying to hide my boobs.
In the darkness, his gaze gleamed with that familiar intensity. "I just remembered something I forgot to say."
I replied, "Yeah?"
He grinned, "My hormones have been running wild these days."
When I woke up the next morning, he was already gone. The man whose hormones had been thoroughly relieved had left satisfied and quiet—leaving behind a small box on the nightstand: emergency contraception.
Through clenched teeth, I spat out, "That bastard."
It turned out that men were all selfish.
They only cared about their own pleasure. When the fun was over, they wanted to kill off every potential problem. They never cared what kind of toll that little pill would take on a woman's body.
Thankfully, I couldn't get pregnant, so I didn't need to take it. I'd heard how harmful emergency contraception could be, and that one shouldn't take it more than three times a year.
And to think—I'd actually believed his bullshit. He even made me feel guilty, accused me of only thinking of myself. As if he were any different.
With a scowl, I tossed the pillbox straight into the trash. But just as it hit the bottom, something dawned on me. My period was over ten days late.
My cycles had always been clockwork, never early, never late. So what the hell was going on now? Could I be... pregnant?
Amelia used to mock me and call me barren. I'd believed it too. But Jennifer's baby wasn't Oliver's either, which meant maybe the real barren one wasn't me. Maybe it was Oliver.
My heart pounding, I rushed out to buy pregnancy tests. I got ten just to be sure. When I got home, I took every single one of them, and all showed positive.
I stood there, staring at the results, utterly numb. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The baby couldn't have come at a worse time.
I wasn't ready, not emotionally, not mentally. The baby's arrival had thrown me completely off balance. Should I keep it or not? One thing was certain—the child wouldn't be welcomed by his father.
Mason and I were just allies bound by a contract. Once the deal ended, we'd go our separate ways.