Worst Fear 107

Chapter 107 

Mason 

 

I thought the same, too. Julia should not know about this. It would be so much of a hassle if she knew. Plus, I plan to take care of her, but as the baby’s father. 

Her father can keep his deals and investments to himself. I will not abandon my baby; we’ll find a way to go about it. 

It’s clear from the way my heart is beating that I need Lydia 

“Alright.” 

back in my life. 

“Okay. That’s all.” She said, she looked ahead, steadying her breath. I bit my lips, holding back the excitement. In days, I’ll be with the twins. 

“What are you still waiting for?” She asked me. I turned to look at her. 

“Me?” I pointed one finger at myself. She looked around the car, “Is there anyone else here?” She asked. “Or you don’t 

want to leave?” 

“Well…” I adjusted my seat. “We’ve not fully settled this.” 

“What else is there to settle? You’ll see the twins now.” It was as though she was telling me I’m done with you, now fuck off. 

“We’ve not talked about when I’d see the twins. Plus, I’d like this to be in writing.” 

She raised a brow, folding her hand across her chest, “You don’t trust me?” 

“I do.” I said, she seemed to have loosened a little, “just to be sure you won’t go back on your words.” I said. 

“It’s the same thing.” 

“No, it’s not, I just want to be guarded.” 

“And you think a piece of paper would be enough to do that?‘ 

“Yes.” 

“Fine. Let’s put it down.” She looked around the car, “My lawyers will contact you.” She ignited the engine. 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. I didn’t say it has to be by our lawyers, it’s just something we can quickly scribble.” I said. 

“Whatever you say. Send it over once it’s drafted. I’ll have it signed and sent back.” She looked at me. 

“Let’s do it now.” 

We may not have the best relationship right now. But I still want to be in her presence. She squinted when she looked at me this time, and that warm feeling I always get came back.” 

I suddenly felt the need to say something, anything to make her spend a little more time with me. “Well, you know, we are 

 

here right now. We may both have terms we want to add. Why not do it here?” I smiled. 

She did not return it. “Got a pen here?” She seemed to be in a hurry to get rid of me. 

“No.” 

“I don’t either. See, it’s not going to work,” She said. 

“I know somewhere we’d get these things.” She shook her head. 

“I’m not going to your penthouse.” 

“Good, I was beginning to think you had forgotten my penthouse is around here,” I said. “It’s better, and we’d be free from any prying eyes.” She twisted her lips to the side, considering my words. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” She said, then brought out her phone. “Clear my schedule for the next two hours.” A smile cracked on my lips, she would be with me in the next two hours. That should be enough. 

She started driving. It was a ten–minute drive to the penthouse, but I didn’t want the drive to be silent. 

“What else do you remember around here?” I asked. 

“I’m not walking down memory lane with you, Mason.” She turned to hold my gaze for a brief moment, “and can you look 

ahead?” 

“Why?” 

“You are distracting me.” She said, My eyes are on her, and I refuse to look away. 

“Glad I still have that charm, enough to distract a pretty girl like you.” 

“You know that’s not what I mean,” I said. 

“Really?” The car came to a stop in front of a red light. I loved being closer to her. If we were both going to be parents, we 

should at least go back to getting along. 

I lunge forward, “What are you doing?” 

“Checking off, I can be a distraction in a charming way, if I get a bit closer to you,” I said. 

A familiar smell of coconut oil and milk rushed into my nostrils. She smells the same. 

“You know this is not for us. Right?” 

What is not for us? 

“If you are going to keep making me uncomfortable, I’ll turn this car around and go back to my work. I have enough.” She stated firmly, and I raised my hand. 

“Fine, fine. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable anymore.” I said. 

When she got to the penthouse, she killed the engine, turned to me, and said, “See how comfortable you staying quiet 

 

was?” She asked. 

At least she was talking to me. “What do you mean, Lydia? Are you saying I look better when I’m quiet?” 

She facepalmed herself, “You always managed to twist my words.” 

“I’ll get a piece of paper from my study, or would you want to come?” I extended an invitation to her, and just like I thought, she refused. 

“No.” 

When I got to my study, I called Daniel. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.” 

There was silence on the other end. I removed the phone from my ear to see if he ended it, but he didn’t. 

“Are you there?” 

“Yes. Well, hmm…” What is wrong with him? “You actually don’t have anything scheduled today.” 

Oh, shoot, I forgot about that. 

“Okay. Clear my schedule for tomorrow, and also, some weird videos may be circulating in a bit; make sure they are stopped.” 

“Yes, boss.” 

I needed the call. 

Now, that’s settled. 

After taking a sheet of paper and a pen, I returned to the sitting room. 

Lydia wasn’t seated on the couch as she was when I left. 

I looked to the side to catch her standing in front of a frame. I walked towards her. 

“You still have this?” It was a frame of broken roses. We got it at a gallery when we were still together. Or more correctly, she saw me staring at it and got it for me as a present. It was the first gift I received from her. 

“No.” There were other frames and antique artwork on the walls. Courtesy of Lydia, who would always pick out things she 

found interesting. 

“I see.” 

She turned and started walking back to the couch. 

“I didn’t remove anything. Everything is right as you left it?” I said. All she used and all she liked were left. I couldn’t bring myself to clear out things that were hers. 

I may have divorced her, but I couldn’t let go of her. I still have toiletries for her and all. 

I spread out the paper on the table. “What are the terms?” I asked. 

 

She took the pen from me and scribbled. As her hands walked on the paper, her hair fell to her face, and she tucked it. behind her ears. 

“Here. These are my terms. I collected it from her, staring at the three lines she had written. 

“Mason is allowed to see the children under the supervision of someone.” 

Easy. 

“He must not tell Julia about them.” 

My lips are sealed. 

If any videos from earlier today begin to be spread online, this agreement is void. 

As for the last term, I made a mental note to remind Daniel that the moment even one video is seen online, he loses his job. 

“That’s all from me. What are yours?” 

I looked up from the paper and stared into her beautiful eyes. 

“I have nothing,” I said, extending the sheet to her, but then stopped and scribbled down. 

“Mason Woods agrees to everything on this contract,” I spoke out as I scribbled. 

“Do you want to sign first?” 

“Wait, I remember something I want to add.” After writing it, she looked at it, “I’ll sign first.” 

I signed after her. 

“You just keep your words, especially the last term. You can’t tell them you are their father.” Her words were slow. 

“I want to be the one who tells them myself,” maybe she saw the question in my eyes, cause she went on to explain, “because I don’t want to confuse them.” 

“It’s fine. But you have to tell them one of these days.” 

“I will.” 

“So what will you introduce me as?” 

“A friend.” 

“Okay.” I have no problem with that. My desire has been met; I get to be with the twins. “Thanks, Lydia. This really means a lot to me.” 

“If it does, you better not ruin it.” She rose to her feet and grabbed her purse from the couch. “Duplicate it and send my copy over.” 

I walked behind her. When she approached her car, I placed one hand over the door and stretched out the other. “What? 

 

She raised her brows. 

“Give me the keys.” 

“Why?” 

“I want to drive. I need to pick up my car.” 

“You can do that yourself.” 

“That’s what I’m doing.” 

“Not with my car. Why should I drive you back to the restaurant?” 

“Because we are friends.”