The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  I rocked against his lips, feeling his strong jawline lap up every last drop of juice he had pulled from my pussy. Just as the driver alerted us that we were two miles out, I felt that wonderful burning sensation ignite behind my hips.

  “Yes. Mason. Right there. Right there.”

  He bent my legs back and opened my body wide for his eating pleasure, and he licked a thick stripe with his dexterous tongue up my wet slit. My body threw itself over the edge. He shoved his tongue deep into the confines of my body while my walls pulsated around it. When my body had finally had all it could take, he gave me one last lick before he slowly lowered me back to the seat.

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  Mason helped me get my underwear back on, and he put himself back together as I tried to fix my makeup. I took my lipstick out of my purse and used the limo window as a mirror. When I was satisfied with fixing my eyeliner, the driver knocked lightly on my door. My heart was still racing, and my legs were still trembling from my orgasm. Mason leaned across my body and opened the door, and he murmured into my ear something that made me feel safe.

  “I’ll be by your side all night,” he said.

  I was whisked away into the most incredible hotel I’d ever seen, and I knew, then and there, that I was sorely underdressed. All the women had expensive, sparkling jewelry on and lavish, silk dresses that came all the way down to their toes. Their hair cascaded down their backs, and their thin bodies were accentuated with incredibly expensive heels. I looked around the room, and I realized that absolutely no one had my hair color.

  I was the oddball for the night.

  I looked at the glass of champagne Mason handed to me and immediately recognized it as crystal. I looked around the room and saw the silver chandeliers draped from the ceiling. I felt myself start to get nervous.

  The waiters and waitresses were carrying silver trays that would require polishing after the evening, and the food smelled absolutely fantastic with its expensive caviar and its smoked duck on top. The men were dressed in tuxedos worth thousands of dollars easily, and the only people that seemed to look anything like me were the people working in the back.

  And even they had covered up their hair and taken out their piercings that identified them as individuals.

  I didn’t really fit in here with anyone else, and everyone knew it. People shot me side glances before murmuring to their partners and friends, and I felt my body start to shake next to Mason’s again. He held me close and murmured lovely things into my ear, and I knew he was trying his absolute hardest to make me feel comfortable. I kind of loved him for that.

  “Don’t focus on them,” he said. “Focus on me. You look better than any woman in this room, and you have more personality than them, too.”

  I nodded, trying to believe him.

  “We won’t be long,” he said. “And then we can go wherever you’d like.”

  Some people came up and thanked Mason for coming to the dinner. They talked about some donation his mother was giving and how it was too generous, but they seemed to say it through smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes. Mason made small talk with many people who didn’t acknowledge me, and I decided that the least I could do was make sure to not embarrass him while he was here.

  After all, I didn’t fit in, but I didn’t need to make a scene about it. If I was spoken to, I’d be charming, and if I wasn’t spoken to, I’d stay silent.

  You know, just like the rest of my life, I guess.

  Chapter 15

  Mason

  I was walking on air when we entered the ballroom. I was still high from the incredible orgasm Ash’s lips sucked from my cock, and she looked absolutely amazing tonight. I could tell the jewelry she had on was made by her as well, and it reminded me to talk with her about the store off Rodeo Drive I’d been to earlier.

  Some people interrupted us while we found our way to our seats, and I could tell Ash had already taken stock of the types of people in the room. I kept reassuring her that things would be fine and that we wouldn’t be long. I finally wound us around to our table where we promptly sat down.

  There was an elderly couple beside us who commented on Ash’s earrings, and she quickly got to talking with the woman about how she made them. Her face lit up when she realized the woman was actually interested in it, and she made comments about how her granddaughter loved quirky things like that. At first, I thought Ash would take offense to the idea of someone calling her jewelry “quirky,” but she seemed to take it as a compliment and began walking the woman through the types of methods she used to make the jewelry she was wearing.

  She looked absolutely radiant, and my chest filled with this very warm feeling as I watched her slip into her element.

  I looked around the table and got curious as to who was joining us. I looked at the name cards, and I felt the warmth drain from my body. The high I was riding fled from my body, and I felt my hands grow cold. I started praying to the heavens above that the people meant to sit beside us didn’t show up.

  But that smoky voice busted every single hope I had, and the smoky voice was calling my name.

  “Hello, Mason,” Eva said.

  I cleared my throat and craned my neck back while I watched Eva walk up to the table. I stood and offered her my hand, but she looked smugly at it before she wrapped me in an embrace that was a little too close for comfort.

  “Hello, Eva,” I said curtly.

  “Won’t you introduce me to your friend?” she asked.

  “Eva, this is Ash. Ash, this is my friend, Eva.”

  I watched Eva slowly roll her eyes over Ash while she stood up and offered her hand, and I knew the polite smile she was offering was anything but. It didn’t really reach her icy eyes, and it was then I realized why Winston thought Eva was like my mother.

  It was because she looked like my mother, too.

  “So, did you get a peek at the closing DOW numbers this afternoon?” Eva asked me.

  “Not particularly,” I said.

  “Closed higher than it has in three years,” she said. “Bodes well for us, don’t you think?”

  “I suppose,” I said.

  “And did you hear about the eruption carrying on over on the East Coast? It’s practically a mad house over there since the election.”

  “I bet,” I sighed.

  I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to make Ash uncomfortable with topics she didn’t think Ash would be informed about. I knew somewhere, my mother was watching, so I was trying to be as polite as possible. The only thing I could do was glance at Ash out of the corner of my eye. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, and the elderly woman she had been talking to was now fully trained on the exchange between Eva and me.

  I took a seat promptly beside Ash and took her hand quickly within mine, but not before Eva took the other seat beside me. Food came out on little plates with small portions, and Eva kept making rude comments that made me want to kick her underneath the table.

  “If you want seconds, you’ll probably have to go back to the kitchen and ask,” she said.

  Ash was only halfway done with her meal, but she pushed her plate away from her, unfinished. She took a sip of her wine, looking like she just wanted to avoid sitting there awkwardly. Eva didn’t miss a beat.

  “I’m not sure if they’re serving boxed wine at this particular venue,” Eva said. “If that helps with your choices.”

  Ash stayed silent instead of engaging with Eva.

  “Will you be giving a donation tonight as well?” Eva asked.

  “No, I don’t believe I will be,” Ash said lightly.

  I felt myself melting into the chair, and I knew that if I squeezed Ash’s thigh any more, I’d probably end up leaving bruises. I kept leaning in and telling her I was sorry the entire time, and all I wanted to do was finish dinner so we could get out of here and go do anything.

  Anything else but this.

  Once dinner was over, the music started up, and Ash kept telling
me to stay for the dancing. She thought it would be nice for me to have a dance or two, just to save face before we left. I couldn’t do anything but admire her bravery. I knew she was uncomfortable, and yet she was still thinking about me. And I had to admit, it felt good having her velvet-wrapped body in my arms while we were dancing.

  Having her body pressed against mine never ceased to be exhilarating. It felt so natural, and pretty soon, I was twirling her all along the dance floor. People began to smile at us, and a few applauded when were done. The laughter that fell from her lips warmed the nervous part of me as I slowly felt her relax into my body.

  “Mason, where is the bathroom in this place?” she asked.

  “Over there in the corner, down the hall, last door on the right.”

  “I’ll be right back,” she said, flashing me a smile.

  It killed me to let her go, but I watched her snake around everyone without anyone bothering her. I got the feeling that maybe people had accepted her, or at least learned to keep their murmurs and glances to themselves. Just as I decided to walk off the dance floor, I heard that damned voice behind me.

  “Care to have this dance?” Eva asked.

  I drew in a deep breath through my nose and sighed before plastering on a smile. I turned around and took stock of Eva. She was in a spaghetti-strap, floor length, pearl-colored gown that shimmered in the lighting of the ballroom and fluttered along her thin frame effortlessly. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back and contrasted with the fabric of her dress in an eye-catching way.

  Everyone had slowly turned their gaze toward us. She stepped into my body, and I reluctantly grasped her hand in midair. My hand migrated high up on her back before we slowly started rocking back and forth to the music. It would have caused a scene to turn her down. Otherwise, I would have rejected her immediately.

  I felt her hand lightly dance around my collar, and when I glanced down, I could see a light trace of red lipstick on the inside of the top of my tie.

  Shit.

  “Enjoying slumming it?” Eva asked lowly.

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said.

  “I swear, you and Winston are cut from the same cloth,” she said, snickering.

  “Yeah, well, I suppose there isn’t much for us up here.”

  “Oh, Mason. I could understand it when you were dating other celebrities and socialites, but someone like Ash? It really is my duty to step in.”

  “Because you care about my feelings?” I asked.

  “Because I will eventually be your wife,” she said lightly.

  “I don’t remember proposing.”

  “Oh, Mason. You know that isn’t how it works with us. And anyway, Ash isn’t the type of girl that belongs in this type of scene. Down the hill is where she belongs, with other people who dye their hair blue and such.”

  “Her hair is beautiful,” I said.

  “Your mother would never accept the likes of her, and you know it,” Eva hissed. “And neither would your friends.”

  “Winston already has.”

  I turned my face toward hers, and our dancing stopped. I could see the shock roll behind her eyes before she gained her composure. I dropped my hand from her back, and she leaned her lips into my ear.

  “You know you can’t be with her, and it isn’t fair to string someone along like that. For god’s sake, Mason, you’ll break the poor girl’s heart.”

  “Like you give a shit about that, Eva,” I growled.

  “I may not,” she said as she pulled back and looked me in my eyes. “But you should. Since you care about her so much.”

  She ran her fingertips along the top of my tie again, and I grabbed her wrist. I threw it away from my body while her eyes sparkled wildly. I took a step toward her and leaned my lips close to her ear.

  “You could never be half the woman Ash is.”

  “I don’t have to be. I just have to convince your mother I am. You know as well as I, she has our wedding already mapped out. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had already written me into your family’s will.”

  “You won’t get a cent of my family’s money. Ever. My mother might be a recluse since my father died, but she’ll never force me to marry someone I despise as much as you.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about either of those points,” Eva said smugly. “Your mother and I just had lunch the other day, and she was already rattling off a list of nice times of the year to have picturesque weddings. And plus, that familial inheritance of yours doesn’t transfer ownership until your mother says so. It would be a shame if something were to, I don’t know, happen to her or something before that happened.”

  “What the fuck is your angle, Eva?”

  “You said it yourself. Your mother hadn’t been well since your father’s passing. Surely a woman who isn’t fully adept to run her own life could possibly be responsible for the billions he left behind.”

  “My mother isn’t crazy, you psychotic—”

  “I’d watch those words, Mason,” she said lowly. “They can really do damage if you let them.”

  I felt my fists clench at my sides, and my entire body was trembling with anger. Where the hell did this bitch get off threatening my family and its fortune? Where the hell did she get off using my father’s name in order to get what she wanted?

  And where the hell was Ash?

  “Have fun slumming it,” Eva whispered as she walked by me. “And give her my regards.”

  Chapter 16

  Ash

  I knew what Eva was trying to do all through dinner, and it made sense. I obviously didn’t fit in, but she didn’t have to be such a bitch about it. I drank a little too much wine at dinner, so I decided to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to gather my composure.

  I didn’t want to pull away from Mason’s arms, but I figured maybe I could come back and whisper in his ear for us to go somewhere private. I had to admit that being close to him like that all night was wreaking havoc on my body, and the only thing I could think about was the body underneath his tux and the things I knew it could do to me.

  When I came out of the bathroom and came back into the ballroom, I saw something that I didn’t expect to see.

  Mason had his arms around Eva, and they were dancing together closely. Their bodies were swaying back and forth to the slow, somber rhythm of the music that was playing, and I couldn't help but realize how natural it seemed for the two of them to be together.

  She wasn’t as short as me, and the fabric of her dress rustled around her thin body. They looked like every other couple in the ballroom. There was no blue hair, there was no cheap makeup, and there was no quirky jewelry. There was just the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, while they talked lowly to one another.

  It just looked right for them to be together. I was no less of a person than anyone in this ballroom, but I had to admit that putting me next to Mason was the last thing anyone in this room would do. Mason was tall, classy, strong, and incredibly handsome. I was short, stocky, down to earth, and knew nothing about many of the topics that were being discussed throughout the evening.

  Looking out over the sea of individuals in the ballroom, I could see the massive divide between them and myself. The rich world that Mason inhabited was sorely different from the world I grew up in. I knew that crossing that divide would be a difficult task if we wanted to be together.

  I saw the way people looked at me when I came in, and I saw how they bypassed me entirely during conversations in an attempt to talk only to Mason. I heard mentions of his mother, but I realized she never did come up to introduce herself, which told me she probably didn’t even want to be seen with someone who looked like me.

  Someone with bright blue hair and red matte lipstick.

  I stood there and watched them talk, and I noticed how closely Eva would lean her lips into Mason’s ear. I watched how she slowly stepped closer to his body, and I saw that he made no move to push her away. With the type of lifestyle Mason grew up in,
I would not expect him to push anyone away, much less a woman, but it would have been nice to see him at least attempt to keep her at arm’s length.

  I slowly weaved myself around the ballroom, and Eva’s eyes raised to connect to mine before I watched her finger slide down Mason’s body one last time. It was very obvious she found him attractive, and I could understand why. Any woman who laid eyes on Mason would find him hot and beautiful, but the blatant show of it while he had another woman on his arm left a bad taste in my mouth.

  “Hey there,” I said, smiling lightly.

  “Hey,” he murmured.

  I watched his eyes linger after Eva before they turned to me, and I felt my stomach slowly drop to my knees while they did so. Was he wanting more time with her? Did she say something he liked? Should I just go on home and leave him be?

  “Wanna dance a little more, or you ready to head out?” I asked.

  He mindlessly wrapped his arm around me, and the dancing had suddenly lost its flavor. There was no longer a smoothness to his step, and he made no effort to pull my body any closer than I pushed myself. I tried to make mindless conversation with him in an attempt to figure out what him and Eva might have talked about, but when he refused to open up about it, I dropped it altogether.

  “I’m feeling a bit tired, honestly,” I mentioned. “Wanna get out of her and go get some coffee or something?”

  Without another word, he grabbed my hand, and we quickly made our way to the door. When we stepped outside, the wind had picked up, and I started shivering. It was the first time since I’d returned from the bathroom that Mason had instinctively pulled me close. Something in my gut told me to savor the moment and commit it to memory, so I closed my eyes while the limo was being found, so we could go whenever we wished.

  “Mason, are you all right?” I breathed.

  “Yeah.”

  He opened the limo door for me, and I slid in, but when the driver asked Mason where we were going, he rattled off my home address. He was staring out the window, and I was sitting on the opposite end of the seat. I had to take a few deep breaths in order to keep my tears at bay. Something had happened with him and that Eva girl, and whatever it was had ruined any chance I had at spending more time with him tonight.