Chapter 49 Relying on Drugs to Get Close to His Wife
Jessica was chatting with Celeste, “So, about that time at the racetrack. You two shared a room. Did anything happen?”
“What could have happened? We’re about to get divorced.”
Jessica grinned. “I know I’m all for you getting a divorce, but Mason is pretty hot. How is he… in that aspect? Is he good?”
“In what aspect? What are you talking about?” Celeste pretended to not understand.
“You know… in bed! If he’s good, maybe you should enjoy him a few more times before the divorce,” Jessica teased, stroking her chin.
It’d be a waste not to.
Mason was drop–dead gorgeous, and honestly, it’s no wonder Celeste had been such a fool all these years–it was because he was too handsome.
Celeste’s mind immediately flashed to Mason. In that regard, he was a natural. Every time over the years, he knew how to satisfy her.
But, there was no way she’d admit it. She started to lie, “He’s awful. Short, small, and quick.”
“Really?” Jessica covered her mouth, laughing. “So you’re saying he’s like a chili pepper hanging on a tree?”
Celeste had no idea where Jessica even got that metaphor, but if Mason was anything, it wasn’t a chili pepper. More like a giant jackfruit!
Yeah, big.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door, followed by a man’s voice. “Spreading lies?“”
The office door had been left open, but neither of them had noticed. Now seeing Mason standing there, both Celeste and Jessica were frozen in place.
“How did you get here so fast?” Celeste’s heart raced. She’d just been badmouthing him.
“I was downstairs when I called.” It was just a short walk up.
He told the receptionist he was the boss’s husband, so she let him in. Mason had heard the two of them chatting but decided not to interrupt.
“You guys continue talking. I’m gonna head out.” Jessica, embarrassed, quickly made her exit.
Celeste was the one who had been badmouthing, so she was the only one feeling awkward now.
“Short?”
Mason stepped closer, his lips moving deliberately. “Small?”
With every word, he took a step closer. “Quick?”
By the time he finished, he was standing right in front of her. “So, Mrs. Carter, you’re that dissatisfied with me?”
Mason was so close now. In all the time they’d been married, this might’ve been the first time he called her “Mrs. Carter.”
Celeste pushed him away. “Of course, I’m dissatisfied. You’re way worse than the others.”
Mason chuckled coldly. Oh, really?
She quickly changed the subject. “Aren’t we supposed to have dinner with Grandma? Let’s go before she starts wondering where we are.”
As she dashed out, Mason followed behind her. He casually pulled out his phone and sent his grandmother a message, “Grandma, do you still have that stuff you put in the soup last time?”
Tonight, he was going to remind Celeste that in bed, she didn’t have these complaints.
Of course, he didn’t need any of the drug himself–he was more than capable without it. But if it was anything like last time, Celeste might not even
be able to handle it.
They soon arrived at the Carter estate. Celeste hadn’t been back in a while.
“Grandma, why are you cooking yourself?” Celeste found her in the kitchen.
The elderly lady was wearing a flowery apron, a spatula in hand. “Well, you and Mason are always so busy. I wanted to cook something special for you two. Why don’t you go rest? Dinner’s almost ready.”
She shot Mason a wink–everything he’d asked for was taken care of!
“I’m not tired, Grandma. Let me help you.” Celeste offered.
Grandma smiled. Good thing she had already added the “stuff.” Otherwise, it might’ve been hard to find the right moment.
Before long, dinner was ready. Grandma suggested, “Mason, I’m thinking about staying here for a few days. Is that alright?”
“Of course, Grandma. You can stay as long as you want.”
The old lady beamed, “Great! You both better come home early every night, then. I’ll cook for you every day.”
Celeste smiled weakly, “Sure.”
Does this mean she’d have to come back here every day?
Chapter 49 Relying on Drugs to Get Close to His Wife
After dinner, Grandma handed Celeste a box. “Here, dear. This is a gift from me.”
“Thank you, Grandma.” Celeste accepted it without knowing what it was.
The old lady leaned in, whispering in her ear, “I think you’re really close to winning Mason over. Keep at it!”
Mason had asked her to slip the drug into the food tonight, and this time, only Celeste had eaten it.
If Mason was the one asking, things were looking up!
If she could get a great–grandchild out of it, that’d be even better!
Celeste’s smile froze. Where exactly did Grandma get the idea that she and Mason were a thing? This would never happen.
And did Mason hide the divorce papers well? If Grandma found them, it wouldn’t be her fault.
Back upstairs, Celeste finally opened the box. Inside was a piece of lingerie.
And not just any lingerie–lace, and barely enough fabric to cover anything. It was practically see–through!
Her face flushed. Why on earth would Grandma give her this?
Just then, the door opened, and Mason walked in. Celeste didn’t even have time to put the lingerie down.
“New purchase?” He asked casually. “It suits you.”
Suit me, my foot!
“It’s from Grandma,” she quickly stuffed it back into the box.
Mason stepped closer, “Why not try it on? It’s a gift from Grandma, after all.”
“I’m not wearing it! If you like it so much, why don’t you wear it? Or have your mistress wear it for you.”
Maybe Annie wears this stuff for him all the time.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mason grabbed her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“I want to see you in it,” Mason’s breath was hot and heavy.
“Get off! I’m not doing that!” Even before their falling out, she had never worn something like this.
But now, being held like this by Mason, her body started to feel tingly.
She felt heat rise inside her, an overwhelming urge to press closer to him.
What was happening to her? Had she been drugged again?
“Mason, do you feel hot?” she asked.
He nodded, “Yeah.”
Just looking at her made him burn with desire.
Who would’ve thought that getting intimate with his own wife would require using drugs? The thought of it would make anyone laugh.
But hey, if it worked, it worked.
“The food…” Celeste gasped, realizing too late. Grandma had used the same trick twice.
Now all she could do was regret not learning more about medicine–maybe she could’ve detected it earlier.
*Grandma wants us to get closer. She wants a great–grandchild. We can’t let her down,” Mason’s breath grew heavier.
“I don’t- Her protest was cut off as his lips silenced hers.
