My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Chapter 139

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I looked at my reflection one last time. The black short dress hugged my body perfectly, accentuating my figure. A silver necklace lay on my neck. I inhaled sharply, passing my hand over my hair cascading down my

back.

I had spent two hours getting ready for tonight’s date. “You look beautiful.” The stylist who had done most of the work said. I smiled at her compliments, wishing Mia was here. She was the best when it came to things like this.

The lady brought a black heels and placed them in front of me, “What do you think about them? It goes with your dress.” It was a black Louboutin heels.

I smiled and nodded. I loved it. The heels added a few inches to my height.

I walked out of the shop, heads turned, staring at me. Each step I took was bolder than the last one. My shoulders were squared as I walked, knowing that Mason was outside waiting for me with his car.

Two days came a little too quickly. And while I’d love to talk about how much I didn’t want to do this, I can’t deny that the larger part of me has been counting down the hours to this moment.

I was happy to be going on a date with Mason after many years.

Cold air slapped against my cheeks as I stepped out through the sliding glass door. I inhaled a scent of breath, my gaze fixed ahead, combing through the people at the entrance in search of Mason.

It didn’t take long for me to spot him. It seemed he was doing the same, searching for me. I stood rooted to the ground. Did Mason wear a suit all the time? Yes. Was he wearing a suit right now? Yes.

But there was something different about him today, something I simply can’t put my finger on right now.

Our eyes finally met, and he smiled before starting towards me. I began to do the same. He looked more charming as he drew closer. I tried to mask my smile with indifference. I can’t allow him to know I wanted this as much as he did.

He wore a red tuxedo and a silver Rolex wristwatch wrapped around his wrist. His hair was now in curls, styled in a way to highlight his perfect cheekbones and jaw.

This man looked Divine.

“You look splendid.” He said, not taking his eyes off me for even the slightest moment. My cheeks burned at his compliment.

“And so do you,” I said, and I meant it. We didn’t say anything for the next minute, just kept staring at each

other.

When I finally found my breath, I asked, “So where are we going tonight?” We started walking slowly toward the car. He entwined his finger with mine, so tight as though afraid I’d disappear if he was to loosen his hold on my hand for a brief moment.

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“It’s a surprise.” He said, “I’m going to blow you away.” He said in a mischievous tone.

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Now standing in front of the arranged place, I was completely blown away. We were on the rooftop of a five- star hotel. There was a table in the middle with rose petals scattered all around, and a bottle of champagne was on the table along with two glasses.

The view was crazy. The city stood in front of us in all its glory, the sky stretched into infinity, dotted with stars like diamonds.

“This is beautiful,” I admitted as I walked forward. Mason drank in every bit of my reaction. When I turned to look at him, a proud smile was plastered on his lips.

“I’m glad you like it. I truly am.” He said.

The first course was served. We spoke all through eating, and soon we were on dessert.

“Do you remember the first time we had something like this?” Mason asked just as I dumped the spoon of cake into my mouth. The cake melted in my mouth, the taste pressing all over.

“I do. Your friend was the chef, and he made sure the dessert was the best on the menu.” I said, remembering our very first real date. That was the day he announced our relationship to the world. In his words, it was that day that sealed our love.

“This dessert is also nice, but I had never had a cake as sweet as his,” I confess, wondering what happened to that amazing man and why Mason didn’t go to his restaurant this time

“It’s a pity he’s no longer a chef,” Mason said, sadness sipping into his words. I lifted a brow, questions evident in my eyes. “What do you mean? He was so good and was at the peak of his career, why did he stop?” I asked.

“Personal reasons, it seems, but I’m sure it relates to his family.”

“Oh, I see,” I said. There seemed to be more, and Mason wasn’t spilling. I had no intention of forcing him to.

“I actually wasn’t talking about the dessert.” He declared. He continued, “When I asked you about the first time. I meant our first date. It was at a scene like this.”

I nodded as memories of that day and the scene hit me like a storm. I couldn’t stop the smile that crept on my lips. I’d say it was one of the best times in my life. “I never thought we’d be so fortunate to have another one, although that date feels a little different from this.”

Warmth filled my chest as he spoke, and we reminisced about the past.

“It feels different because something is missing,” I said

“What is missing?” He asked eagerly, like he was going to add that immediately, and I said it.

I chewed on my bottom lip for a while, then grabbed my glass of wine. Holding it by the stem, I twirled it around before taking a whiff from it.

“That date was romantic, this one isn’t. This is like a meal between friends.” I admitted. That was the most romantic date ever. Aside from the food, there was music, and we went on a romantic walk afterwards.

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“This is a romantic date too,” Mason said. I placed my hand on my lap, trying to hold back myself from giving

him all the reasons it isn’t one.

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