Page 88 of Grand Love

“Here we go.”

Unbelievable. The man’s an idiot. “How can you not see that she is the problem here? Things wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t for her.” I’m deflecting the blame and I hate myself for it, but right now I have a whole load of fire inside of me that I want to unleash.

“Jasmine isn’t the problem,” he snaps. “You are the problem. You, and your inability to trust me! Take Jasmine out of the picture and we still wouldn’t be together. You would run, every fucking time.”

“You do not say her name in my home again,” I grit out, my blood nearly at boiling point.

“Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine!” he recites.

“You’re acting like a damn child. If she wasn’t in the picture of course things would be different.”

He stands, gathering up the folder and pointing to the door. “He doesn’t come into this house again. Got it?”

“Why?! Why the fuck not!” I counter, stepping up to his chest.

He grasps my throat, pushing me back into the counter before loosening his hand where he grips me, setting my pulse racing freely again.

His head drops, bringing him far too close and his lips mere inches from my own. I can feel the heat radiating off his body as it pushes up against me. Every solid inch of him. “Don’t push me, Nina. You may not be mine to fuck anymore, but you are mine in every other sense of the word. You’re the mother of my son and if you think I’ll watch you fuck around with that—”

A throat clears at the door and Mason all but drops me like a hot potato.

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