You Belong To Me

Chapter 4

It has been a week since the Mason's funeral, but since then every night she goes to sleep she finds herself dreaming about a man she has never had a conversation with. All she did was see him, but she can't get him out her mind, naughty thoughts keep flooding her mind when she is alone.

She and the girls take a sit at a table at Laurel's very own Pearl's Diner, "Let's go order," Sherry says.

"I will wait here, just order fried chicken with rice and gravy on the side," Kate says as she pulls out her phone.

"You are two meals away from being fat," Sherry says.

"Screw you, now go" Kate hisses and the girls walk away to approach the counter.

"Have you heard the latest news in town?" Sherry says with her cheeks all full and her dancing fingers do little to hide her excitement.

"Hit me with it gossip queen," Margaret says and Sherry slaps her shoulder, "b***h," she covers her mouth and lets out a playful gasp, "The Masons are throwing a party this weekend. Most of the big families will be there. I am hoping the boss can get me on the list, you know for the sake of work" Sherry says.

They reach the counter, "You make work not sound like work," Margaret says as she folds the sleeves of the dark green big shirt she has on.

"I will have the mac and cheese and some cornbread, my friend over there, the ginger-head with a flat nose, she'll have friend chicken with rice and gravy," Sherry says, and the waiter tries to hold in a laugh.

"I will have macaroni and pork chop," Margaret says, they place their orders and walk back towards their table, "I'm surprised how you eat the most, and you are still the skinniest girl I know," she remarked to Sherry.

"It's called yoga, b***h," She says smugly.

"You do yoga with those nails?". Margaret replied sarcastically.

Sherry looks at her thick red nails which matches her red glossy lips, "Hell yeah I do. You can't look this good for free, baby," she says.

The lights illuminate their fair skin as they sit at the table, "So what is this thing you were saying about a Masons' party?" Margaret says.

"It's not Freemasonry; it's the Masons' party." Kate invites herself into the conversation, and they all laugh hard.

"Well, I need to get in somehow; maybe then I can finally get an exclusive from douchebag Eric Mason himself," she says and Margaret laughs, "Got your heart broken?" "He wishes,".

"I just want to get into one of those big family parties. Do some crazy s**t and maybe get myself some handsome rich guy, have him spoil me, then break his heart" Sherry says.

"Girl, you're cold" Margaret eyes her friend.

"I am trying to leave this town, babe," Sherry replies,

"Nobody is stopping you," Kate says,

"I'm not about to leave town broke," She says, with raised eyebrows.

"You can just sell nudes," Kate raises her head from her face, and her brown eyes meet Sherry's.

Sherry does a little drum roll before showing Kate the middle finger, "I'm not you," she says in a hushed voice, and Kate rolls her eyes.

"Please, you girls are killing me here. I am trying my best not to laugh on an empty stomach," Margaret says as she begins to pack her hair together, she ties it into a ponytail.

"What's taking them so long?" Kate nags.

"What's the hurry?" Margaret asks as her blue eyes watch her friend closely,

"Nothing, I am supposed to meet the boss. I'm trying to get a pass into the Masons' party," Kate says.

"What's the big deal about this party anyway?" Margaret asks, and the girls look at her like a lost kitten,

"I know you are on leave, but don't let your reporter skills sleep," Kate says.

"s**t, we didn't order any drinks. I will be back," Margaret says, trying her best to escape Kate's attack.

"You remember what we drink?" Sherry asks, "I got you, except on weekends." She says, and Sherry winks at her.

The only thing about the morning that hasn't been vexing for Eric Mason is the beautiful smile of the sun, everything else has been putting him on edge. From Anita's persistence on the matter of a mate to the annoying documentation and meetings he has had to attend.

His driver is taking he, Gilbert and one of his siblings, Charles, to their next appointment. He stares through the tinted window of the limo, his mind deep in thought, trying to recall the face of the woman that torments him.

Appearing in his mind whenever he found it idle; they say an idle mind is the devil's workshop, if she was the devil he would be idle all the time. But he isn't the kind of man to stay idle or to daydream about a woman he has never met, and yet his mind lingers.

He hangs onto a dream that should have already been forgotten, he knows this sign; it has been spoken of to all wolves, but not all of them have experienced it.

Not the maddening lust that drives them to do the craziest things.

"You seem to be out of it today, Eric," Charles says, pulling his brother away from fantasies only he enjoys. Eric's brown eyes meet Charles dark ones, he smiles at his brother as he sees him make a face he doesn't quite understand.

Eric furrows his brows and sighs as he relaxes his head backwards against the car seat, "Anything on your mind?" Charles asks, "Nothing," Eric says calmly as he takes a deep breath.

"Pull over at Pearl's diner, I need something to eat" he says. The driver parks the car and unlocks the door to come out, but Eric stops him, "I will get it," he says and opens the door to leave, "You aren't supposed to..." Gilbert starts to say, "Don't worry, I will follow him" Charles interrupts him and steps out of the car to follow Eric.

Burton is written at the top of the white building, and the walls around the glass door are of green colors.

An old man and two little boys come out of the diner, each holding something in hand.

The brothers walk in, fitting into their black suits that holds their well-built bodies, though Eric looks more like a rascal in a suit because of his tardy looking beards.

He walks into the diner and takes a few steps before stopping in his tracks. The voices in the diner slowly fade under his ears, and his heart begins to race. He feels sweat drip down his face and his body become stiff, he looks around, but his mind catches no image of the world around him.

But his nose torments him, "Her scent," he mumbles.

Like an intoxicating perfume, it chokes him. He can perceive her scent, stronger than any liquor he has drank and sweeter than honey, her scent is light and pleasant and yet heavy to him. His brain falls into a paradoxically feeling of want and rage, he wants her and not knowing who she is slowly pushes him toward insanity.

"Do you want anything, Sir?" a waitress's voice calls to him but he ignores her as his eyes searches for the source of his peril, "Eric," Charles calls out and grabs his hand, "Hey man," Charles notices how hard his skin has become and recognizes the burning look in his eyes.

His sharp ears suddenly picks a voice, a voice sweeter than the one he imagined, and he raises his head to set his eyes on her. Her big clothes hides her body and her hair shines like they were bathed in oils, her scent is even stronger now that his eyes are on her.

"What is my name?" he remembers these words from his dream and changes his direction from the counter, but he is suddenly cut-off by Charles, who stands in front of him.

"I know that look, I know what you are feeling, but you and I know that your mate cannot be a human, what the hell are you going to tell her?" Charles says, trying to speak what he perceives as reason to his brother, but the taller man just looks down at him with a stern gaze until his lips finally speak, "Move."