The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 65: Chapter 65

"Sure." I scrambled up. "I'll get the wine."
I came back with two bottles of red wine. Mason asked, "Where's the decanter, ice, and glasses?"
I held out one bottle to him. "Drink straight from the bottle. Dare you?"
He clearly froze for a second. "Never drank like this before." Then a flicker of excitement showed in his eyes. "Let's try it."
We popped both bottles open. I took a big bold gulp first. "That's the stuff."
He copied me taking a sip but then frowned in distaste. "It's not decanted. Tastes sharp in the mouth. Bad texture. Red wine isn't meant to be drunk like this."
I let my head drop, totally upset by him. But I quickly rallied, determined to change him and make him more like me.
I looked at Mason seriously. "You can't measure everything by one set of rules. We're young and can't box ourselves in. Being young means being free and breaking old habits.
"What happens when you're old if you act this stodgy now?"
"Old folks should be bold, while young folks should be steady," he answered earnestly.
I was speechless.
"But you've got a point. Come on, drink." Mason switched gears, taking another gulp.
"That's better." He took the bottle from my hand. "You just watch. I'll finish them alone."
"Hey, that's gratitude for you, huh?" I was annoyed. Seriously? We were supposed to get drunk together.
"You can't drink right now. If you're pregnant, it's bad for the baby." He paused and then added, "I forgot earlier."
His words made me freeze. Right, I'd forgotten too.
But there was a question I'd been meaning to ask and now was the chance. "Mason, why do you want me to have a baby?"
He froze, clearly not expecting the question. But he quickly regained his composure. "Didn't you want a baby?"
"I do, but you changed your mind so fast. What am I missing here?"
Mason's tone held a hint of approval. "Not bad."
Then he explained the reason. That was when I found out his change of heart was because of Delilah.
Delilah, feeling her age, hoped to see a great-grandchild in her lifetime. Mason was worried that Harold's will might stop his child from being born, so he suggested splitting Harold's inheritance equally.
Delilah was dead set against going against the will. So she drew up a statement. Her first great-grandchild would inherit 80 percent of Harold's estate. Delilah would compensate the other great-grandchild with property of equal value.
So that was why the birth control pills had been switched with vitamins. I was glad to know the reason. But as one problem got solved, another question popped up. "But once the contract ends, I'll get my real identity back. Who gets the kid?"
"What do you mean?" Mason asked.
"I mean, once you find someone you truly love, I, your fake wife, will have to step aside. If we have a kid at that time, will you let me take them?"
Since I'd started, I might as well say everything that'd been on my mind these days.
Mason's eyes narrowed slightly. That was always a sign he was about to lose his temper. I got a little scared, but I had to say it. This meant a lot to me.
I mustered up the courage to ask, "How about this? If it's a boy, he stays with you. I just want to see him once a week. If it's a girl, I'll take her.
"You can see her if you want. Or I'll take her far away if you don't."
"Dream on."
Those two cold words sent my heart plummeting into an ice cave. My demands were already so low, and he still turned me down?
I said, "Your future wife won't like a kid from another woman. Besides you two will have more..."
"Shut up. Haven't you had enough for today?" He leaned in as he spoke. "You talk too much."
My mouth was sealed by his kiss. I couldn't get a word out. I struggled hard. I hadn't finished talking.
He must've felt I was really resisting because he pulled back. His tone was icy cold. "Fine, if you don't want to. I don't force women."
"That's not what I mean. You still haven't said who gets the kid," my face flushed as I hurried to explain.
"The kid stays with me, of course. Boy or girl, they're mine... and so are you."
"Say that again." I wasn't questioning my hearing. It was just... those words sounded so sweet that I wanted to hear them again.
Mason caught my stunned look and smirked. "You must be bored out of your mind if you've got nothing better to do than overthink."
He pinned me down and kissed me breathless. Just as things heated up and our clothes started coming off, a sudden warmth between my legs made my stomach drop.
Panicking, I shoved Mason away. I leaped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Yup, my period arrived.
After cleaning up, I grabbed a blanket from the closet and headed for the spare room.
"Stop. Stay here," Mason ordered.
When I didn't respond, he added, "Keep me company."
His lonely expression tugged at my heart. He'd always seemed invincible like he never got tired. Seeing him like this hurt.
"Fine." I stuffed the blanket back in the closet and plopped down beside him.
He handed me the wine bottle he'd taken away. "Have at it."
I took a long swig. I knew drinking during my period was a bad idea, but I needed to unwind. My nerves were frayed to the breaking point.
Since sex was off the table, we might as well talk.
Remembering our interrupted conversation, I asked, "You're seriously not marrying anyone else?"
Mason scowled. "Give it a rest, will you? You're more of a chatterbox than my grandma."
I giggled. I'd meant to play it cool, but I just couldn't hide how genuinely happy I was.
Mason gave me a long look before saying, "The reason I came to you, besides finding the truth, was to keep all those other women away. You're as dumb as they come, but at least you're real."
"Hey, can't you throw me a compliment or two?"
"Can't think of any good points."
I was speechless.
Mason and I drank and talked. We bickered the whole time, mostly putting each other down, but it was fun. Before we knew it, both bottles of red wine were empty. And Mason still looked like he wanted more. Me too.
But there was no more wine in the cabinet. He looked at me, his eyes lighting up a little. "There's wine in the cellar. You in?"
"Sure," I replied.
We were like two kids sneaking treats, creeping toward the cellar in the middle of the night. We didn't turn on the lights to avoid waking anyone, just tiptoeing down the stairs by the dim glow of the wall lamps.
We'd only taken a few steps when Richard's room door opened, and a woman stepped out.
My heart jumped. It was Elena? When did she and Richard hook up?