Page 234 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
City of Sin - Chapter 28
Bee
Part of me wanted to tell him to go screw himself. But a bigger part of me knew that what he said was true. Was I really that transparent? I had made a life for myself here. I had an apartment that I called home and new friends that I considered family. But I was struggling. Just the other day I had said I was ready to move back to Wilmington. I thought I could leave a small town and never look back. I was so wrong. And I was indecisive. Which is why I felt stuck. I just wanted to be back in my apartment, alone. The Bachelor was on tonight, and that's all I really needed.
"Dinner is served," Franco said as he walked up to our table with two plates in his hands. Franco smiled at me as he set down our entrees.
The only people that were actually nice in New York were the ones that were trying to get a good tip.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" Franco asked.
"I think we have everything we need," Mason said. "Thank you, Franco."
I looked down at my dinner. I wasn't even hungry anymore. And I couldn't afford to be eating at a place like this. I lifted up my purse and pulled out a few twenty dollar bills. I wasn't sure that was enough to cover my half, but it's all I had. I set it on the table.
"I said I'd pay," Mason said.
"I'm actually not feeling very well. I'm just going to go."
"I didn't mean..."
"You did mean it. And you were right about me. I don't belong here. We're wasting each other's time, Mason. I'm not the type of girl you're looking for." He had me all figured out. And I was embarrassed of who I had become. I was confident while I was in college. I thought I could do anything I set my mind to. Being an adult sucked. I was completely lost. And I needed to work on finding myself again. Alone. Not with Mason Caldwell.
"You're exactly the type of girl I'm looking for." His words made me cold.
"I don't do one night stands."
Mason frowned. "I never said that's what this is."
"Isn't it, though? You said sex was your hobby. It's not a hobby for me. It's more than that. I don't know, I'm just..." I let my voice trail off. "I'm sorry about the other night. I don't know what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn't thinking."
He just stared at me. His silence was unnerving.
"I gave you the wrong impression of me."
"When I made you come in the bathroom? Or when you sucked my dick in the alley?"
"Both." I still couldn't believe I had done those things. "I'm just going to go, okay?" I stood up.
"Don't."
"What's the point, Mason?"
"You didn't let me finish before, Bee. I want to give you a reason to stay in New York. I want to be the reason why you stay."
The way he was looking at me made me tremble. He was starting to get a 5 o'clock shadow along his chiseled jaw line. His brown eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. He may not be as bad as Patrick made him out to be, but he still wasn't a good guy. Why was he saying these things to me? Just so he could fuck me? He couldn't possibly be serious.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he said. "Please just sit back down. We can do this your way, okay? Let's just take things slow."
