Chapter 8 Meet the Isaacs

Mason swooped in beside me, his hand sliding to the small of my back. "Here they come," he whispered, referring to the couple, who I assumed were his parents, making their way towards us.

His parents were stunning. I was expecting to be introduced to two people almost as old as his grandmother.

But to my surprise, they look far younger than I expected. They could honestly pass as the same age as my parents. Especially his mother.

Mr. Isaacs had this hot dad look going on. He had thick waves of dark brown hair on his head and chin, the streaks of gray making him that much more handsome. Green eyes that reminded me of Mason's and a physique that most men at the young age of thirty don't have.

And then there was Mrs. Isaacs. An all around stunning woman with curly auburn hair that had been cut into a bob, her naturally golden tanned skin without a single blemish in sight. The purple off-the-shoulder gown she's wearing compliments her hazel eyes well. I find myself unable to look away.

Mrs. Isaacs acknowledges me with a smile, her gaze drifting to her son. "Well, aren't you going to introduce us, Mase?"

Mason clears his throat and nods. He's nervous and I'm not sure why. It's not like I'm the first woman he's introduced to his parents. And I probably won't be the last.

"Mom. Dad. I would like you to meet Dove."

I'd almost forgotten I was the escort he hired until I heard him introduce me with my alias.

"Dove?" Mrs. Isaacs repeated. "What a beautiful name."

I smiled, the gesture genuine as I thanked her and held out my hand for her to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Isaacs."

"You as well," Mr. Isaacs' low voice spoke, his fingers covered in ink.

I shook both of their hands, relieved that this wasn't a repeat of last time. I was escorting some rich guy a couple of years ago. His parents were a bunch of snobby assholes. Let's just say, that interaction did not end well.

"So, how long have you two known each other?" Mrs. Isaacs asked, trying phrase her question carefully.

She knew her son didn't date, and that all the women that accompany him are women he sleeps with.

"We just met," I answered truthfully. "We wouldn't have met had my dog not stolen his tennis ball and tackled him to the ground."

I left out the part about me analyzing his life story and estimating his dick size.

"So you two aren't sleeping together?" An unfamiliar voice questioned, wrapping their arm around my neck.

I looked over, noticing that the voice belonged to a handsome guy around my age- possibly older. Mason shoved him off, in which the guy smiled and flipped him off.

Mason frowned. "Back off, Silas."

"If you're not sleeping with her, then you wouldn't mind if I-"

I felt Mason pull me closer into his side, holding me tightly as if I'd run off with this Silas guy.

I mean, he is hot.

"I'll beat your fucking ass, Silas," he growled in a threatening manner.

Silas raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, cuz. I'll back down. No need to transform into a werewolf."

The cute guy disappeared into the crowd of people, Mason releasing his hold on me. "Ignore my cousin," he whispered. "He's a bigger slut than I am."

Figures.

"I'm sorry about my nephew," Mr. Isaacs said, giving me an apologetic smile. "He's a little slow."

Mrs. Isaacs scolded her husband, elbowing him in his side. "Levi," she exclaimed, glaring at him when he started to laugh. "Silas isn't slow," she clarified. "He just comes on a little strong with the ladies."

"Oh don't be so modest, mom. He's a douchebag."

I couldn't tell whether or not Mason even liked his cousin. He grumbled something incoherently under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, Mason," Mrs. Isaacs warned. "That's enough."

"Whatever," he muttered. "I need a drink." He pulled away from me and started for the refreshments table across the room.

What was that about?

"I'll go talk to him," Mr. Isaacs suggested, kissing his wife on the cheek before stepping away to check on his son.

Mrs. Isaacs sighed. "I'm sorry. The relationship between Mason and his cousin is complicated."

"How so?" I asked, tearing my gaze away from Mason to look at her.

"I don't know all the details, because neither one of them will tell me. But there was some sort of conflict pertaining to this girl, causing her to pack up her things and move. None of us have heard from her since."

"How did Mason take it?"

"Not well. They've known each other since middle school and were super close. He was just as protective of her as he is his brothers and sisters. She was practically family. So it broke his heart when she left."

Mason and his father returned, ending the conversation between me and Mrs. Isaacs.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Dove."

"You as well."

Mrs. Isaacs flashed me with a perfect smile before looping her fingers around her husband's arm and walking away.

"What were you two talking about?" Mason asked, sipping on the glass of champagne in his hand.

"Nothing." Taking his hand, I decided to change the subject before he could bombard me with more questions. "Come on, we still have yet to congratulate your brother and sister-in law."

He nodded, downing the rest of his glass before allowing me to drag him all the way over to the newlyweds.

The toddler, who I remember being the flower girl, pulled away from her mother to jump into Mason's arms.

"Uncle Mase!"

"Hey kid," Mason greeted, kissing her on the cheek. "Don't you look beautiful in your little pink and white dress."

"I'm a princess," she replied, her little voice melting my heart.

"Yes, you are," he agreed.

"Congratulations," I told Declan and Aya, who had this big smile on their face as they watched their daughter and Mason interact with one another.

"Thank you," Aya said with a smile, bouncing an infant in her arms. He had the Isaacs signature green eyes, his curls just as dark and wild as his sister's.

"I'm Dove, by the way."

"I know," Declan said with a grin, eyeing his brother.

"You know?"

He nodded. "Mhm. He hasn't stopped talking about you ever since he found out you were the

one he met at the beach."

I looked at Mason, his cheeks red in color. He refused to make eye contact with me as he glared at his brother. "Seriously, Declan?"

"Yup," he replied with a smug smile. "Consider it payback for all the times you embarrassed me."