Chapter 9 Dessert After Breakfast

Eva's POV

It's Saturday.

I want to sleep in some more. The past workweek had been crazy.

I work in a media firm where we help talents, which includes anybody that is popular, even if only on social media platforms like GazeBook, strengthen their star power thereby attracting more fans, brand sponsorships, and money.

Well, money is the sum of everything if we're looking at the gist of it.

I'm the head of marketing and content in my department and let me tell you, the talents or celebrities with the nicest persona's online aren't faking it like some people claim them to be.

I've been lucky to work, side by side, with top industry powerhouses that make more than a hundred million dollars every year and yet, when I go to meet them, they've been courteous, accommodating, and amiable.

My job allows me to understand that at the core of it all, no matter how much money one makes, we're all just humans looking for a semblance of peace in our chaotic adult lives.

Mason is the head of talent in his department.

With his handsome face and kind eyes, he's the perfect image of welcoming and gentle coaxing new, up and coming talents need when they're being sourced.

We became friends after working on a project together to get Anita Holmes, the beloved twenty-year old singer, to get signed under our sister agency.

"Eva!" Mason calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" I answer weakly, wiping the last dredges of sleep from my eyes.

"How does omelet and banana smoothie sound?"

My lips twist in confusion as I answer him. "Sounds great!" I reply.

Since when did I have bananas? I'm always too caught up in work to even cook for myself these days. If we didn't have a mandatory lunch break at the firm, lord knows I'd be all sticks and bones by now.

Ordering take out is out of the question. I'm at the firm from sunrise to sunset.

Sometimes, I spend my nights and early mornings there.

Anyone who belittles marketing, whether in the traditional or digital sense has no sense of authenticity.

They don't know the value of hard work.

As I twist my naked body out of the white sheets, my eyes scans the marble floor for my night dress.

Mason is a talented lover, I think I've mentioned it but I just can't bring myself to feel for him, what I'd felt for "he who shall not be named" many years ago.

Putting on my dress, I paddle to the kitchen to join Mason for breakfast.

He eyes me warmly when I enter as he turns away from the stove.

Mason is a great guy and I'll admit I enjoy his company more than I enjoy his body.

We brainstorm ideas for work together after fucking and he's been helpful in helping deal with stalemates in my projects.

I can't let him go so soon but if he crosses the line and decides to confess he has feelings for me, I'd have no choice but to end our arrangement.

Wearing a genuine smile as I take a seat at the Island while he plates me a portion of omelet, I greet him sweetly. "Good morning."

Mason lowers his head after dropping my plate to place a soft kiss on my head. "Morning, your mom alright?"

Not taken aback by his sweet gesture, I cozy up to the head kiss. "Yep, she's alright. Doing great, in fact," I reply with demur.

Mason chuckles to himself as he pads to the fridge, retrieving a chilled glass of creamy liquid.

The smoothie.

My mouth waters at the sight of it.

How precious of him.

It's not the first time he's done after care for me after we've fucked but I'm always warmed by his gesture. I greatly appreciate him.

"Thank you," I say as he places the glass beside the omelet.

"You're welcome, princess."

If things were different, I'd melt at the way he calls me princess.

My stupid heart can't seem to fall for anyone because deep down, I'm scared of being dumped or left behind like mom after her failed marriages.

She's only been married five times but it's still to scary to think about.

You exchanged vows with someone to be loyal to them. Not only did you break those vows but decide to be the most awful person to your wife.

It was only mom's first marriage, that's to my biological dad that didn't end in a dispute.

Dad died from a complicated heart disease when I was in middle school. I remember mom being devastated beyond saving.

She was a ghost of herself. It's why I know she's truly the kind of person to always fall in love.

What she had for my dad was real and no matter how much men she meets after, they'd never compare to him.

Maybe she's been running from her grief, afraid to confront her fears of being alone without dad.

Sighing, I shake my head. I have to stop worrying about mom. She's doing fine, well, I hope she is and that's all that matters.

I take a sip from the smoothie and my eyes instantly fall close as a soft moan pushes out my mouth. I've forgotten how good Mason is at making meals.

It's not his first time doing after-care post coital activities. I'm always pleased by his kind gestures and I hope to not take them for granted.

"You're so pretty when you moan like that," Mason comments from across the Island.

I almost choke on the smoothie but I maintain my composure as I swallow slowly, opening my eyes to stare at him.

Forget all I said about shitty sex and being haunted by a random one-night stand seven years ago.

A man like Mason Goodphin is sitting across the Island in my kitchen, looking at me like I'm the sweetest dessert after breakfast.

Any woman would jump him before he utters his next words. But not me, no. I love playing with my meal and Mason is no exception.

I push mom's news to the deepest recess of my mind as I pierce the center of the omelet with a fork.

Slowly, and making sure that Mason's eyes are glued to my mouth, I dart my tongue out and grab lick the food before biting gingerly with my teeth.

Mason's nostrils flare. I refrain from giggling, enjoying his frustration.

To ramp things up, I take the glass of smoothie and drink. I don't let everything pour into my mouth though. No.

I know Mason's had his own share but who said he can't have some more. I stare at him under my lashes as I let the creamy drink spill from my mouth.

A few fat drops land on my chest and cleavage, just as I wanted.

My pink nightdress is as indecent as they come. It's almost see-through, very short and his thin straps for the shoulders.

I look like proper dessert right now and having Mason fuck me on the Island would be one perfect way to forget about mom's news.

Before I can blink, Mason is already by my side, taking the glass of smoothie from me and dropping it in the sink, along with the empty plate where the omelet had been.

"That's enough teasing for you, Eva," he grunts.

Mason takes my hands, making me stand up before spinning me around, my back to his torso.

Heat coils in my abdomen as he bends me towards the surface of the chromatic island.

"I've been waiting for dessert all morning," he proclaims before hiking the bottom of my nightdress and plunging his cock into my wet, dripping core.