Chapter 114: Chapter 114 Face to face "Oh! You’re back" Rosalie said when Gianna bumped into her on her return to the Marquee.
It was as if she didn’t want her to come back at all.
"You know, Mason and I went out in the past.” Rosalie drawled.
Gianna rolled her eyes.
This woman was really determined to ruin her evening.
"Yes, he told me. I won’t judge you for having feelings for your childhood friend. But it’s been years now so let it go. I’m not bothered about the past. I’m only looking forward to my future with Mason.” Gianna slammed back.
Rosalie blanched, livid as fuck.
"You’re one...”
Mason came over and interrupted her.
"There you are, babe. I was looking for you. They are just about to do the toasts"
He placed his hand around her waist and Rosalie stormed off angrily.
"Are you okay?" He whispered.
Gianna smiled, she wouldn’t let Rosalie affect her at all, she was the only one Mason wanted to be with.
Several people gave speeches and waiters hovered, filling up the glasses after every toast.
Mr Smith gave the final speech about his wife and then gave the toast.
"To my darling...many happy returns"
Mrs Smith raised her glass and thanked everyone.
Mason said they should go over to quickly congratulate her and Gianna followed close behind but as she weaved through the guests making their way over to Mrs Smith.
She tripped over something and as she lost her footing, she saw Rosalie lunging at her wanting to push her.
On the other side was a pool. Gianna moved quickly, avoiding Rosalie’s push and before Rosalie could gain her balance at such full force, she landed splashed into the pool with a squeal.
As she came up for air, spluttering, she was mortified.
The water was cold and her dress looked like a soggy wet rag.
Her hair was around her like a bird’s nest and no doubt, her mascara was running down her cheeks.
And then, she looked down. She wore a pale peach silk bra and it went perfectly under her dress but now everything was soaking wet and transparent.
She crossed her arms over her chest as soon as she noticed she could die of shame.
Everyone was looking at her.
Gianna had a triumphant look on her face.
Rosalie felt speechless with misery.
“You push me!” She screamed, pointing at Gianna.
Everyone turned to face Gianna.
By now, Mason had heard the commotion and quickly came over to Gianna’s side.
“Mason, I did nothing to her. She just pushed me unprovoked.” She cried, wanting to seem pitiful.
Mason didn’t even need to hear from Gianna before he took the side of his woman.
He curled his arm around her waist and defended. “She’d never do that.”
He didn’t actually care if she did though.
“I didn’t push you. I’m sure the CCTV can prove that.”Gianna calmly let out.
At the mention of that, Rosalie instantly felt tensed.
If people saw the CCTV footage, they would see that she had intended to push Gianna but had fallen into the pool instead.
She quickly retracted. “Sorry, I must have tripped and fell in. I remember now, you didn’t push me.” As she shamefully got out of the pool, she was in awe of the strong-bond between Gianna and Mason.
And she instantly knew that if she tried more tricks, it would definitely backfire.
Gianna was not to be messed with.
Gianna and Mason had a good laugh when they got to his bedroom in his family’s house. They were spending the night there. Mason felt proud of the fact that she didn’t let Rosalie intimidate her and she had put Rosalie in her place. He felt even luckier to be with this woman. “You’re my lifeline, Gigi.” He whispered and kissed each of her knuckles in turn and suddenly he was sucking her little finger, hard, then biting it softly. Damn! He had a hotline to her groin. She stared at him, his eyes were dark and he gave her a slow carnal smile. "Come, let’s have a bath.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart leapt and desire pooled way down low, way down there. The bathtub was a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very well designed. Mason leaned over and filled it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foamed as the bath filled and smelled of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stood and gazed at her. His eyes dark then he freed himself from his shirt.
Gianna and Mason had a good laugh when they got to his bedroom in his family’s house. They were spending the night there. Mason felt proud of the fact that she didn’t let Rosalie intimidate her and she had put Rosalie in her place. He felt even luckier to be with this woman. “You’re my lifeline, Gigi.” He whispered and kissed each of her knuckles in turn and suddenly he was sucking her little finger, hard, then biting it softly. Damn! He had a hotline to her groin. She stared at him, his eyes were dark and he gave her a slow carnal smile. "Come, let’s have a bath.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart leapt and desire pooled way down low, way down there. The bathtub was a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very well designed. Mason leaned over and filled it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foamed as the bath filled and smelled of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stood and gazed at her. His eyes dark then he freed himself from his shirt.
"My love." He held his hand out.
She stepped forward while surreptitiously admiring his physique. He was just yummy.
Her subconscious swooned and passed out somewhere in the back of her head.
She took his hand and he bid her to step into the bathtub.
The water was enticingly hot.
"Turn around, face me.” He ordered, his voice soft.
She obeyed and found him watching her intently.
He reached down and freed her from her clothes, leaving her completely naked.
Mason stood back to gaze at her.
“I’m blessed to have you.” He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to reach his eyes, they were soft and warm, heated even.
She smiled feeling pleased by his words.
"You can sit down now"
She slowly scooted down into the warm, welcoming water.
Ooh...it stung. Which took her by surprise but it smelled heavenly too and the initial smarting pain soon ebbed away.
Gianna lay back and briefly closed her eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth.
When she opened them, he was still gazing down at her.
"Why don’t you join me?"She asked, her voice husky.
"Of course. Move forward"
He stripped out of his trousers and climbed in behind her.
The water rose as he sat and pulled her against his chest. He placed his long legs over hers, his knees bent and his ankles level with hers.
He pulled his feet apart, opening her legs.
She gasped in surprise.
His nose was against her hair and he inhaled deeply.
"You smell so good, my love"
A tremor ran through her whole body.
He reached for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bathtub and squirt some into his hand.
He rubbed his hands together, creating a soft foaming lather, and he closed his hands around her neck and started rubbing the soap into her neck and shoulders, massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers.
She groaned.
His hands on her body felt so good.
He smiled. “You like that?"
"Hmm"
He moved down her arms, washing gently.
His hands glide across to her breasts and she inhaled sharply as he fingers encircled them and started kneading gently.
Her body bowed, instinctively, pushing her breasts into his hands.
Her nipples were tender, very tender, no doubt from his delicate treatment of them.
He didn’t linger long and glided his hands down to her stomach and belly.
Her breathing increased and her heart was racing. His growing erection pressed against her behind.
It was such a turn-on knowing that it was her body that was making him feel this way.
He stopped and reached for a washcloth as she pant against him, wanting, needing.
Her hands rested on his firm, muscular thighs.
Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leaned down and washed between her legs
She held her breath.
His fingers skillfully stimulating her through the cloth. It was heavenly and her hips started moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand.
As the sensation took over, she tilted her head backwards, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her mouth slacked and she groaned.
The pressure was building slowly, inexorably inside her, Holy Moly!
"Feel it, baby.” Mason whispered into her ear and very gently grazed her earlobe with his teeth.
"Feel it for me"
Her legs were pinned by his to the side of the bathtub, holding her prisoner, giving him easy access to the most private part of her body.
"Oh...please.” She moaned, she tried to stiffen her legs as her body goes rigid. She was in a sexual thrall to this man, and he didn’t let her move.
"I think you’re clean enough now.” He murmured and stopped.
Her eyes dilated, she wanted more.
Her breathing was ragged. “Why are you stopping?" She gasped.
“Because I have other plans for you, my love"
She pouted.
"Turn around. I need washing too"
Oh! Turning to face him, she saw that he had his cock firmly in his grasp.
Her mouth dropped open. It was big and growing. His erection was above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. She glanced up at him and came face to face with his sensuous grin.