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gesturing the man in. He looked a little pale and I wondered if he was sporting
a hangover too.
    I smiled and turned to leave “Ava, make sure we’re not disturbed
please” he said sternly and I nodded and left, noticing the man was pressed up
against the back wall, his paleness now looking a little green.
     
    Deciding to sort Masons’ laundry I walked across the huge
landing, opening many doors before I found his room. When I entered, the sight
of his bed took my breath away. It was a huge, antique wooden four poster
outfitted with pale blue bedding. The rest of the room coordinated the blue,
giving it softness but with a masculine feel.
    Two large French windows opened up onto a balcony
overlooking the garden and I walked over to the doors, opening them and
stepping out. The view was stunning, a vista of peace and tranquillity and as I
looked around I noticed a hot tub in the corner of the veranda, my mind wandered
as I imagined Mason sat in it, a naked woman writhing about on top of him. God
damn it Ava!  I admonished my thoughts and quickly walked back in the room.
    Noticing a door in the corner I entered the bathroom, a
pristine aqua décor gave it again a soothing but masculine feel. What did
surprise me though was the number of candles in the room, not a very manly
style but it made me smile. Mason obviously enjoyed the relaxation of a soak
like the rest of us but then my thoughts turned ugly as I thought about the
women that they might be for and I quickly shook myself and pulled his laundry
from the basket and left his room.
    As I walked back across the landing I heard Mason shouting,
the rage in his voice freezing me in place. The other man was trying to say something
but Mason wouldn’t let him get a word in.
    The maliciousness in Masons’ voice grounded me, reality
slamming into me just how merciless and vicious this man was and even though I
had heard plenty whilst being in Georges care, I realised that Georges fury had
been nowhere near the extent of this mans.
    I heard a thud and scurried back down the stairs quietly,
recognising the noise for what it was.
     
    I heard the man leave through the front door and was
grateful for the fact that I didn’t have to face him as he left.
    My phone rang from the confines of my bag and as I checked
the display I was the one now full of fury “Tracey” I greeted harshly as I
turned to look out of the window, closing my eyes to try and rein in my temper
“Ava please” she said quietly “Please listen for a moment” I ground my teeth
and kept quiet, secretly enjoying her discomfort but feeling the growth of the
fury that was always buried in me; the result of my childhood always simmering
within me “Ava, I need to talk to Courtney but she won’t answer my calls”
that’s it, my fury surged “What the fuck do you expect Tracey?” I asked
savagely “Your screwing her boyfriend” she coughed slightly “Well I know but…”
she started and I sensed her fear but I interrupted her, trying to focus on a
large willow in the garden “Tracey, let me just get one thing straight” I
grated through my teeth “you so much as look at Courtney, then believe me, I
will rip your fucking throat out and ram it up your arse. Now fuck off and
don’t call me again” I abruptly ended the call and sucked in a breath, slamming
my phone on the counter
    “Bitch!” I seethed my protective instincts to Courtney
building my wrath and I tried to calm myself down.
    I kicked the wall of the island, the need to release my
anger swirling inside me. I think I kicked it too hard and a pain ripped
through my ankle “ Fuck ” I hissed “Wow, remind me to never cross you”
Mason laughed behind me and I spun round, shocked at his presence and my ankle
gave way; my hand shooting out to hold on to the island to steady myself “Whoa,
careful Ava” Mason said as he shot out to grab me.
    Placing both hands around my waist he lifted me with ease
onto the island and proceeded to