Sweet Home Arizona.

I wasn't really sure what was going on inside the guy's hotel room, but they were obviously up to something. I could hear their loud whispering and loud footsteps through the door.
"Uh, is everything okay in there?" I asked. All the commotion came to a stop and seconds later Garrett opened the door. He looked like he had just got done working out.
"Hey Mason!" I was a little taken back from his greeting. "What's up girl?" I couldn't help but stare at him. Was this the same Garrett Nickelsen I've know since the 8th grade?
He pulled me into his arms and basically gave me a crimping bear hug. "Garrett?"
"Yes Mason?"
"I. Can't. Breath." He quickly released me and gave me a smile. "What's gotten into you?" I looked around at the other guys, who were suspiciously quiet. "What's gotten into all of you?"
I was starting to feel like I was in the Twilight Zone. All the guys were acting stranger than usual.
"So Mason, what are you doing here? I thought you're bachelorette party was tonight."
I nodded my head and walked over to the couch. "Well, let's just say that it was more of a bridesmaid party." All the guys looked at me. "They were having a lot more fun than I ever would. The girls were grinding all over random guys and even girls. Plus they rolled up a Pink limo and all of them were already drunk."
"That sucks." I turned to Pat and smiled.
"No it doesn't Pat." He looked at me confused. "If I had stayed at the club, I would have never enjoyed my last night as Mason King with my best friends."
They all started smiling. "We're glad that you chose us as well. But how does Mr. Richie Rich, feel about this?" Jared asked.
"Uh, well, I didn't exactly tell him I was coming over here." I started picking at my nail polish, avoiding their glares.
"Don't you think you should call him and tell him Mace?"
I shook my head, "No because he's in Atlantic City right now with his friends. So he won't be back until tomorrow afternoon and will never know about any of this."
All the guys continued to look at me. "What?"
"Your husband is going to hate us if he finds out Mason." I rolled my eyes and got up from the couch. I walked over to the window and looked at the view of Lower Manhattan. Luke would have a field day if he knew that I was in this part of the city. He said that Lower Manhattan was an embarrassment to the beautiful city of New York.
"What's wrong Mason?" Kennedy asked.
"I'm just thinking about things." I took a seat on the window sill and looked at the guys. "Do you think things will be different once I marry Luke?"
"Different how?" Garrett asked confused.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe, like I won't get to see you guys much or any at all. Luke isn't going to let me go to Arizona after what happened between John and I."
"Mason, your husband can't stop you from being friends with us. If he does, then we will just have to break the rules like we always do."
I started to laugh, "You guys are really good at breaking the rules."
I walked back to the couch and collapsed next to Pat. I really needed a night like this to get my mind off of the wedding and other things.
"So how did John take it when you told him you all were coming here?" I popped a chip in my mouth and looked at them.
Garrett's face turned white as a ghost, "Uh, he to-."
Before he could finish, a loud noise rang from the master bedroom. "What in the hell was that?" I immediately got up from the couch and started walking over to the closed door. "Do you guys have a girl in here?"
Jared and Garrett hurried over to the door and blocked me from opening it, "You can't go in there." They said in allusion.
"Why not?" I was so confused at this point. They probably had a poor hooker or stripper locked up in the room.
"Well, it's a uh-. It's sort of a, uh, su-surprise." Jared stuttered.
I was growing even more suspicious now. My imagination was growing wilder as every second passed. I wanted to know who or what was behind that bedroom door.
"Just let me see what it is guys. I promise I won't tell anyone." They looked at one another and then back to me. I could see they were really freaking out about this whole thing. That's when it finally hit me; John was in the room. That's why when I rang the doorbell, they all started freaking out in here.
"Please, for the love of God, tell me John isn't here?" I was now looking at all the guys. None of them made eye contact with me.
I let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. I was so frustrated that I couldn't help but start pacing around the room. How could they do this to me? How could John do this too me. I trusted them and told them not to let him come to New York, but did they listen.? Of course not!
"Mason, we're really sorry." I couldn't even look at them right now. I heard the bedroom door open and whispers filling the air. I knew that if I turned around I would be face to face with the man I wasn't supposed to see 36 hours before my wedding.
"Mason it's not the guy's fault. I begged them to let me tag along." His voice sent shivers up my spine. I missed hearing his rough, sexy, accent. It was one of the things that drove me crazy about him.
I turned around and saw that he had gotten a whole lot sexier since the last time I saw him. What, no, you can't be thinking that right now Mason!
"How could you do this to me John?" I decided that I wasn't going to yell. Well not yet anyway. "You know i'm getting married in 36 hours. You know that you just can't pop up in the city."
He looked down at the ground and did his usual "fingers through the hair" deal. "I'm sorry Mason." I threw my hands up in the air and glared at him.
"You're sorry? Really John, I've never seen you sorry in my life. You knew what you were doing when you decided to come here. What were you going to do John, stop the wedding? Say you object while I was at the altar? Which is it John!" I didn't realize I was getting louder until the last words came out of my mouth. Everyone except John was staring at me like I was a different person.
"Guys, can you give John and I some privacy for a couple minutes?" They looked over at John and nodded their heads. The guys probably thought I was going to kill John by the way I was glaring at him.
"Just let us know when it's safe to come back in." They filed out of the hotel room, now leaving John and I alone.
"Mason, I didn't come all this way to get yelled out. I know you're pissed but i'm just doing what I think's right."
"What you thinks right? John, I told you when I left Arizona that Luke was my life now. You were my life a long time ago but things change. I can't have you just showing up here and ruining everything!"
He lit up a cigarette and shook his head. "Mason, you don't get it do you? I want you back. I want you to be mine again. How many fucking times do I have to say that!"
How could he keep saying those words to me? Doesn't he realize that when he does this it drives me absolutely crazy! John had his chance; fuck he's had many chances.
"John, you're the one who doesn't get it. There were so many times you could have gotten me back. Why do you think I came back to Arizona?" Tears were now flowing from my eyes.
John ran his skinny fingers through his messy hair. "Mason- If you would just open your eyes, you would see that I tried to get you back. But no, you're too damn blind to see anything. You're so blinded by Luke and the lifestyle that you can't see what is actually good for you."
Oh my God; was he being serious right now! Luke's lifestyle was the last thing I wanted out of our relationship. I wasn't the type of girl to marry a guy just because he was well off. I may have grown up in a middle class family but I actually enjoyed that lifestyle. "I can't believe you would say that. You of all people know that i'm the type of girl that marries for money!" I was basically losing it now. "Do you not remember how hard it was when we got married. We were barely out of high school and basically living off of our parents because we couldn't find steady jobs. I had to raise our daughter on my own because you were out trying to become somebody. Do you remember that John? So don't come up in here and start saying i'm marrying someone for the fame and fortune because I stuck by your ass when you were a nobody. I could have stayed and dealt with all the hell you put me through and enjoyed they money you were bringing in but I didn't!" John simply hung his head and stared at the floor.
I brought my coat sleeve up to my face and wiped the tears away. I'm sure I looked like a member of the Night of The Living Dead right now. "Well aren't you going to say anything. You're usually really good with the comebacks." I knew that would piss him off even more.
He simply just shook his head and walked over to the balcony. For some reason, the boys had the balcony door open even though it was below 40 degrees outside.
"John, I know somethings wrong because you're never this quiet after an argument." I watched as he lit another cigarette. "Speak; say something."
I walked up behind him and just watched as he continued puffing on the cancerous stick.
"What do you want me to say Mason?" He murmured. I could barely hear him. "I just wish I wasn't the fuck up you just describe me as." He turned around and I could see tears were beginning to appear in his eyes. Seeing John cry, literally broke my heart. He was the type of guy that kept his emotions hidden and would just play them off. But when he did show them, it was just heartbreaking. The last time I seen him cry was the day of Paisley's funeral. I walked over to his tall figure and took his hands in mine. "John- I never meant it like that."
He looked right into my eyes and I could really tell that I had hurt him. "Mason I just want you to be truly happy and I know that if you decide to come back with me-" I placed my fingers against his lips.
"John, all the things I just said were out of anger. Do you really think I would actually mean the words I said about you? You were the best boyfriend, husband, and lover a girl could ever ask for. Any girl would be happy to be with you. And i'm very glad I got to bring a child; our child into this world."
Instead of replying back with words, John slammed his lips into mine. I felt like I was back in Arizona again. I know I should have pushed him away or did something, but for some reason I couldn't. Mine and John’s lips moved in sync. I wasn't even thinking about Luke or the wedding at that moment. It was all about John.
"I love you so much Mason." I reached my hand into his brown locks and gently pulled. I just wanted to get my hands all over him at this point.
John's lips continued their assault on my lips and they slowly started to move down to my neck. The boy had such a way with his lips; it was amazing! I couldn't help but start moaning as he started biting my neck. "J-john." I guess when you've been with a person for so long, they instantly know what you're saying even when you actually say the words. By me moaning, John knew that it was time for us to be on a bed somewhere. I wrapped my legs around his skinny waist and we were off to his bedroom. I knew that in the back of my mind, I was going to be in big trouble come morning.

After a night of having the slowest, gentlest, and best sex of my life, I woke up to see John's gorgeous sleeping figure. I could literally stare at the boy forever but I knew I didn't have that advantage. Making love to John last night was, well i'm not going to call it a mistake because it wasn't. It was just something I shouldn't have done.
I looked over at the alarm clock that was on the dresser and saw that it was 9 in the morning. I dreaded going out into the living room area and having the guys give me their shameful looks. Hopefully, they weren't up yet. I slowly released myself from John's grip and slipped out of bed. I collected my clothes and quickly threw them on. I was trying to be as quiet as I could because I didn't want John waking up. After I had half my clothes back on I walked into the bathroom to fix my hair. When I turned the light on and looked at myself, I couldn't help but notice the huge hickies that were now covering the base of my neck. Luckily, I had a scar with me but that would only hide them from the public. If Luke caught wind of them or even saw what I was looking like right now, all hell would break lose. I know I should have regretted sleeping with John for the hundredth time, but I didn't regret it one bit. I know some are you are asking why don't I just call off the wedding and go ride off in the sunset with John? Well, for one, what Luke doesn't know won't hurt him. And two, well I don't really have an answer for two. Just trust me on this; I knew what I was doing.
I walked back into the bedroom and saw John was still passed out. I was still really tired, so he was probably exhausted. I didn't know whether to wake him up or just leave him sleeping. If I woke him up, I don't know what would happen. Would we be awkward towards each other? Would we end up fighting like we always do? I don't know, but I sure didn't want to find out. I quickly slipped on my boots and quietly made my way out of the bedroom. When I turned around to face the living room, I saw all the guys were passed out. I was actually pretty thankful for that, seeing as I didn't want a lecture right now. I snuck out of the hotel room and got onto the elevators. I could smell John's cologne all over my body, making me have a nauseous feeling in my stomach. Hopefully, Luke wouldn't be home when I get there so I can shower and not have the sex look going on anymore.
After greeting the doorman, I made my way up to our apartment. Every floor that the elevator passed, my heart beat would speed up more. I was so nervous that Luke would be in the apartment waiting for me at the door. He would smell the combination of sex and John and know what I had been doing. I didn't want that to happen at all! What seemed like eternity, the elevator finally made it to my floor. My heart was beating erratically and my stomach was invaded by thousands of butterflies. Seeing as how my apartment wasn't far from the elevator, it didn't take me long to get to the door. I stuck my key in the lock and slowly turned the handle. As I was pushing the door open, I noticed that Luke was nowhere to be found. I quietly said a little prayer and laid my stuff down on the chair. By the looks of things, he hadn't been here all night. The kitchen and living room was just the way I had left it and the bed hadn't even been touched. I guess his bachelor party was so much fun that they decided to stay in Atlantic City for the night.
After indulging in a peanut butter sandwich, I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower. The warm water felt so good as it cascaded down my body. Not to mention, it helped soothed places where John's hands gripped and bit at. I thought I had found all the places this morning, but apparently he got a little bit too aggressive and placed some sort of bit or bruise all over my body. I had bite marks on my neck, collarbone, breast, and thighs. I doubt by the time our honeymoon rolls around, the bruises won't even be starting to clear up.
I quickly washed my hair and body and closed the water. I grabbed my towel off the counter and wrapped it around my battered, sore body. When John and I were together last night, I didn't realize how rough he was being. It felt so good to have his hands roam all over my body but I was now paying for it.
I quickly got myself dressed and plopped back down on my bed. I still had a ton to do today but I just needed this time to rest. I didn't really sleep at all last night for the reasons you already know. All I needed was a 30 minute nap and hopefully that would do the trick.

JOHN'S POV

I woke up the next morning and realized I was in the bed alone. I rubbed my hand against the sheets where Mason's beautiful body once laid and felt that it was cold. It felt like no one was ever there to begin with. I knew that in the back of my mind that she would be gone in the morning, but I was hoping it wasn't so. I simply just laid in bed and thought about what happened last night. Everything about last night was just magical. It felt more like a dream than reality.
“God, why does she do this to me?” I ran a hand down my face in frustration. I continued to lay in bed for a little while longer. I really had nothing else to do but I really needed to shower. I threw the covers off my naked body and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I turned the shower on and just stared at myself in the mirror. The evidence from last night was left on my upper body. Bite marks and fingernail marks covered my tan skin. I'm sure Mason’s poor body had a lot more marks than mine did. I wasn't exactly gentle with her last night. I mean it started off gentle and then as the night went on it got a little crazy. I could still smell her sweet aroma all over me and I was afraid to wash it off. But I couldn't go around smelling like sweat and sex, now could I?
10 minutes later, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the living room part of the suit. I was about to grab a snack but my phone had other plans. I was hoping it would be Mason telling me that she was on her way back and we could be together, but that would only happen in my dreams. I picked up the iPhone and saw I had a text from an unknown number. I only had to read the first couple words before I saw red.
From: Unknown
stay away from masons wedding.... she doesn't need to see your worthless ass on the most important day of her life. if you show up i damn well can tell you that you will regret it!
I immediately threw my phone across the room and started wrecking the place. I don’t know what came over me and turned me into the Hulk, but I was so fucking mad! The glass table, pictures on the wall, the TV, and other items were now laying on the floor destroyed. It was liked I just blacked out and started trashing the place; it all happened so damn fast. I collapsed on the couch and just took in the mess. I was going to get in big trouble when the guys came back. Plus, i’d probably be paying for this mess for a while. It looked like Motley Crue came in here and had one of those famous 80s rock star parties. I guess when I was trashing the place, I didn't realize I had a huge gash on the palm of my hand. Blood was pouring out of the cut and landing on my jeans.
“Fuck!” I yelled. I got my ass off the couch and jogged into the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my hand and started looking around. I don’t even know what the hell I was looking for. I think I was starting to go crazy from the blood being lose. I walked back into the bedroom and picked up my phone. I really needed to call one of the guys so they could take me to the hospital or something. I dialed Jared’s number and waited for him to answer.
“Hey this is Jared. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right no-.” Damn, no answer. If Jared didn't answer, then none of the guys would answer. Who was I to call now? Dirk wasn't even in the city yet and my parents were coming in tonight. My last resort was to call Mason. If I called her, she would flip the shit. Plus, she has a ton of things to do today and I didn't want to take her away from all that. Why do I get myself into these predicaments?

Mason’s POV

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I guess this is what happens when you fall asleep with your phone on silent. All I needed was a 30 minute nap to get rejuvenated but like always it turned into a four hour siesta. When I fell asleep, I had totally forgotten that I had to pick my mom up from the airport. Her flight was coming in at 1:54 and it was now 3:15. Without even looking, I already knew who had been blowing up my cell. I rolled my sore body out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. My hair was hanging loosely out of my ponytail and my clothes were all wrinkled. Luckily, I wasn't going out looking like this. I plugged my curling iron into the wall and gathered up my make-up. I still had a couple hours until the rehearsal but I also had to get some stuff for tonight and let’s not forget about my wonderful mother. Ugh. I still had to decided what I was going to wear as well. I wanted to look nice but not over do it. My first choice was just to show up in a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans but I think my mother, Luke’s mom, and Luke would string me up by the feet if I did that. To them it was all about looking absolutely glamorous. But, the dilemma of wearing a dress would be that my sex bruises would be showing for the world to see. Usually when Luke and I have sex, he never leaves any marks. He just kisses me roughly and that’s about it. That, however, is not the case with Mr. O’Callaghan. John was quite the lover-maker. He just knew how to work his hands and his lips and his teeth the right way. I was actually getting a little hot just thinking about it. But, like I was saying, everyone would see my marks and know that I was up to something. Okay, maybe not everyone, but Luke would definitely know.
I walked over to my closet and started looking through the dresses.
After looking through all of the different types of dresses I owned, I finally decided on a short, sweetheart dress. I also found a blazer that I could wear over it to hide the bite marks and such. I was growing even more nervous as the minutes continued to pass by. I mean it’s just a wedding rehearsal, what could possibly happen? Mason, you better not say that because something will happen. Something always happens. It was like I was the center of anything that involved drama; especially when it came to my mother. I literally think the woman strives on creating drama just to ruin my life. I know I shouldn't say this about my mother but I sometimes think that she doesn't care for me the way she should. I mean, what mother would start so much drama about her own flesh and blood.
I simply shook my head and started thinking about other things; more important things. If I kept thinking about my mommy issues, I would start crying and have to do my makeup over again. I looked at myself in the mirror and just smiled. “Let’s do this.”

After getting the rest of the items needed for tomorrow and also my mother, we finally arrived at the church. Everyone was there except the groom and his mother. I was really starting to get agitated with Luke. I hadn't seen him since yesterday afternoon and you figured he would come home before his wedding rehearsal. And Lillian; well it would be better if she didn't show up at all. I kept getting asked random questions about mine and Luke’s relationship and what we were going to do once we were married. Were we going to have kids right away or were we going to wait. Are we staying in New York or moving to a new area. All these questions were making my head spin.
I know a bride shouldn't be saying this but I just wanted all this to be over with. I was completely done with everything that had to do with this stupid wedding!