My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 51

Lydia

The only thing running in my head as Marcus ushered me into the hall was one sentence.

Get Mason and do what you want.

I saw the look in his eyes when he stared at me, and I bashed in it. Maybe this night will go better than I had planned.

We didn’t go to our seats immediately. I wanted to use the bathroom, Marcus refused to let me out of his side, so he ended up walking with me to the bathroom.

He stood outside.

I closed the door behind me. The bathroom was empty. I walked to the front of the mirror, placing my purse on the tip of the sink.

I stared at my reflection, willing myself not to think about Mason’s tightened crouch I noticed.

I pulled my dress down, exposing a little of my cleavages

My phone beeped. “Ma’am, I did as you said. You and Mason will sit at the same table.” A message from Mia popped up on my screen. I smirked.

I typed back, “Thank you.” Almost immediately, another message popped in: “The meal you requested as first course is available and here…”

Another beeped, “This is the speech; I hope it’s not too late to memorize; I found out you’d be delivering a speech late.”

Her message was followed by a lengthy paragraph.

Memorizing it was difficult, and I was done quickly.

I stared at my reflection a bit, then walked to one of the cubicles and flushed.

I stepped out, washed my hands, and smiled.

This was one step closer to my plan. If I wanted Mason to chase me, I had to give him something to chase after.

I touched on my makeup a bit before stepping out of the room

Marcus had his back on the wall, leaning casually on it

His dark hair fell on his face. He exuded charm and confidence. Maybe if I wasn’t going for Mason, just maybe, I would have al relationship with him.

“That was quick.” He said with a smile, pushing himself off the wall.

Tinhaled slowly.

“Let’s go.” He placed one hand on my shoulder; his warm hand sent warmth down my back.

For a moment, I imagined it was Mason.

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Chapter 51

The hall was clustered with people when we got there. We found our seats quickly. Mason was already seated. Ha back straight, and the sult perfectly outlined his toned shoulders.

I tried to ignore him. But I knew he had his eyes on me all through.

His gaze didn’t make me uncomfortable. I made sure I stirred up as much anger as I could within him. I am close, but at the same time, he can’t have me..

I know seeing me with another man was torture to him.

I was married to him for years, so of course, I knew how he would feel to see me with Marcus.

I know he isn’t entirely over me.

Marcus leaned closer to me, “Are you comfortable here?” I raised a brow, and he looked past me, then moved his head in a gesture towards Mason.

“He is right here with us. If you are uncomfortable, we can go sit somewhere else.” He said.

I shook my head, “I have you here; why would I be uncomfortable? Mason has no effect on me.” My voice sounded certain, and it was the truth.

I thought it was sweet of Marcus to worry about me. But he was wrong. Mason is the one he should be worried about.

The party started, and I was invited to the stage for a speech.

It went well. I had rehearsed the speech beforehand, and I said what needed to be said. When I came down, Marcus pulled me into a hug

I noticed Mason tightened his hand around the stem of his glass, and I clutched onto Marcus even more tightly.

The party started properly. I brushed my hair, fully aware that each move I made was taken in my Mason.

I know it was only a matter of time before he tried to reach out to me.

I was right.

Immediately, Marcus’s attention was turned away from me, he called me.

I don’t say anything to him when he calls my name, pretending not to hear.

I turned to him at the second call.

When he said I looked beautiful, I stiffened briefly, I knew he thought I was beautiful, but I didn’t expect him to say it outrightly.

Maybe things would go faster than I imagined.

The first part of my plan was to get under his skin, and it was successful.

I set the next plan rolling into action.

The food was served. I smiled as I stared at it. From the corner of my eyes, I could feel his gaze on the side of my

I leaned in, placing one hand on my hair to stop it from pushing forward. I took a deep whiff of the baklava bites and smiled at

Chapter 51

Marcus

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