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"Babe... Talk to me. What did I do wrong?" I pleaded as I pursued behind him. I couldn't fend off the tears from emerging within my eyes. He was angry at me, and I didn't know what the reason was. "You want to know what you did wrong, huh?" His voice sounded forcefully composed as he turned around, bearing a straight face.

"Tell me. I want to fix whatever I did."

"It's not a what... It's a who! I told you not to see him again, and you disobeyed me!" His voice-now filled with anger-echoed throughout the living room. "I-"

"Don't lie! Tell me the truth for once!" There was a hint of sadness within the rage emitting from those light-blue eyes of his. "Babe, I had to." He shrugged away, and I grabbed his shoulder. "Please believe me. I had to see him. I didn't have a choice. I needed to!"

He jerked me away, and I nearly lost balance, "Are you cheating on me?!" He shouted, rendering my articulation stunned. I never liked his angry side, but I couldn't just submit to his jealousy. I had a right to see whoever I wanted or needed to. "How dare you ask me that!" I snatched my wallet from the nearby table and attempted to walk past him.

"Why were you with that piece of shit then?!" His hands carelessly grabbed mine, hauling me back. "Babe, I am really not in the mood to argue. I will spend the night somewhere other than here while you sort out whatever this is."

"You're not going anywhere..." He yanked my hands once again, but this time, it was more rough and harsh as I entirely lost balance. "Not until you tell me!"

"Ugh!" I exclaimed when my head collided with the tile. I felt light-headed but I was able to notice the guilt in his tear-filled eyes. He would never hurt me-not again-unless he was drunk. He promised me that he would stop drinking. "You're drunk. Go to bed before you do something you'll regret."

Disregarding my warning, he abruptly bent down in remorse and scanned my scalp for any injuries. His light-blue eyes were shakily gazing into mine while his hands trembled. Then pulled my head into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I just can't bear the thought of losing you..." I understood that he was jealous, and I couldn't blame him, nor his fragile heart for it-no matter how much I wanted to.

I slowly submitted to the hug, "I love you... and I would never cheat on you in a million years or do anything to lose you either. I need you to have faith in me." We stayed in each other's warm embrace for a seemingly long while.

Until out of nowhere, his weight began to press against mine.

"Alright, let's get you to bed. You will have a greater chance of not losing me when you are sober in the morning." I carefully assisted him from the floor and made our way into the bedroom, where I placed him onto the mattress. There was something important that I needed to tell him that I had found out a few days ago.

"I'm..." However, this transpired out of nowhere and ruined my chance. Perhaps, it was for the best; even I was surprised when I first realized. Though I'm relieved right now, I can't possibly imagine what he would think or feel. He told me a while ago that he always wanted to have a complete family, to be the dad he never had, and I could be giving the love of my life precisely that. I hope.

I watched him in sadness as he slept. We had come a long way since we first started dating, and I hated to be the cause of the problems. I had a way of bringing out the worst in him. Sometimes, I wonder why he even stays with me. I know I don't deserve him or his love.

I wasn't aware of when I drifted off to sleep with my hands still attached to his face. All I knew was that I woke to the constant ringing of the alarm-indicating that it was time for work.

"Babe, wake up; you're gonna be late," I whispered, playing with his facial features after turning it off. His eyelids slightly opened, adjusting to the rays of the sun. "We need to..." He yawned. "Talk."

"We will; when you get back. The building will be busy today, and you can't afford to stay home." He was about to oppose, and so I continued. "Sally McCain, the gold digger women, wanted you personally to settle the deal. Not that I would object of you blowing her off, but the deal is a big and vital one."

I was a self-employed author who got inspiration from natural sceneries, while Mason was the CEO of Faine Enterprises Holdings, Inc-the company he had inherited from his parents. They were hesitant about it, but gladly, old age was not beneficial for the work.

"It was rescheduled to the fifteenth of this month." He smiled teasingly-thinking that he won. "Ok, and what date is today?"

He grasped his phone from his bedside table and pressed the power button. I viewed the defeat which waved over his face, "I'm not surprised, you always have a knack for being right-" He leaned over, inserting his lips against mine, "don't you?"

"No, I'm just more observant."

"If you were more observant, you would've noticed my hands on your-"

"No, no, no, it's too early for that." I shifted his hand back onto the sheets as my heart started to go into a state of chaos. It skipped a beat when he rose on top of me.

His soft, tender lips placed pecks along the sensitive parts of my neck, "Go... and take a shower... before you're late." He ignored my moaned warning and rose on top of me. "As long as you join me." His lips curved into a mischievous smile.

"I can't, just come back early. I have something important to tell you."

"Why can't you tell me now?" He said, interrupting the continuous pecks. "Because I want to tell you over dinner, and so we can talk."

"Ooh, we haven't had dinner in a while. It must be that important." He rose off the bed, down the hall into the large closet-where he rose his voice for me to hear him. "Remember when we told our parents about us after inviting them to dinner?"

"I remember your dad calling me a faggot after throwing the food off the table."

"If I knew that would happen, then I wouldn't have invited him. I honestly thought after he stormed out furious that I would lose all my chances of taking over the family business. I wonder what changed his mind?"

"Your mom did threaten him with a divorce." We both laughed at the same time. "She did, didn't she."

"Oh, while we're on the topic of my parents, they want us to come to visit." I laid back on the pillows and stared at the glass ceiling. "Don't they live in the middle of nowhere... on a farm?"

"Yes, but it will only be a couple of days or longer, depending on how it goes. It would also be good for us to get away from the city and into more peaceful surroundings."

"Why now? They haven't talked to you in months."

"I don't know... But her voice sounded urgent."

"I hope nothing's wrong." I took my phone from my bedside table and scrolled through Instagram before preparing breakfast. "Same." I could hear the shower running, along with him hopelessly struggling to sing. He was never, ever pleasant at it, and every time I told him, he would get upset. So I started lying with the best wide smile, and if that didn't assure him, then a kiss would be my backup.

Our relationship has been alive for over five years, and though both of us are successful, he never had shown the slightest sign or talk about marriage. I don't care about it that much, but occasionally it would be enjoyable to know that he's completely mine-and mine alone.

I made my way into the kitchen and took out a tray of eggs, bacon, sausage, french toast, and then turned on the coffee maker. I made everything fry at a medium temperature to give it a better taste and so they wouldn't burn. I learned that lesson from last time. Although it took slightly longer than when on high-they were finished by the time Mason had gotten dressed.

"Smells delicious... like usual." He stepped from the corner with a white t-shirt and black shorts. "Like usual?! Are you trying to tell me to change up the menu?"

"No, I'm just saying that I could never get used to the aromas of your chef-making skills." His voice was extra sweet as he took a seat. He was well aware of my passion for cooking and used that honey-like tone every time the subject involved my cooking. "I thought you were going to wear a suit today?" I sat next to him at the square table.

"I'm gonna play some basketball with the boys after work and didn't feel like changing; so, I just wore this." He looked at my expression. "What? Does it look bad?"

"No, but it does look too casual," I commented. "But at least you'll be comfortable. That's all I care about."

"Why don't you come to the game?" He began eating, and so did I. "Did you already forget about our dinner?"

"Of course not. You literally just told me, and it's not like we're going to dinner early. The game will end around eight."

"One-hour game?" I asked, skeptical. "Yes, don't believe me?"

"Last time you told me one hour, It ended ten in the night because you thought he kept double-dribbling."

"He did! Everyone saw it too!" He playfully nudged me. "And you know you liked it when I won. You were all over me when we got home. At first, I thought it was the swea-"

"Shut up!" I ordered as the memory seeped into my mind. So embarrassing!

"So, are you coming?" He inquired. "I will think about it."

We finished the rest of our breakfast, talking about any subject other than the horniness of my previous basketball experience, and then he left. I cleaned the plates, took a shower, then got dressed.