Chapter 18
Mason
Never in my wildest imagination would I have guessed Lucian would ask me out on a date. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here. I don’t know if she even likes me.
Am I just a fuck buddy?
I have no idea.
I walk past Andrew because I couldn’t handle his bull shit that he would say. He’s going to keep trying to give me shit even though I gave him all the money he wanted. Hell, I paid up six months from working over with Raul.
I pocket the money I kept after paying Andrew. I don’t want him to snoop through my shit and steal it. Plus, I’m going to be buying dinner even if I have to fight her for her. She’s going to let me buy.
“I’ll see you later!” I call out to Andrew and slam the door shut.
“Holy fuck!” I whistle under my breath at seeing the Bentley in front of my apartment. I can tell several other people are checking it out as they have their faces pressed against the glass in wonderment.
Opening the door and seeing Lucian sitting in the driver’s seat in a sexy dress, I about swallow my tongue.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur to her in a form of greeting. I didn’t know if I could tell her my dick is harder than concrete from looking at her. I didn’t know if that were appropriate or not. She’s fucking gorgeous.
Her long hair is straight around her face, the ends touching the tops of her luscious tits. “Thanks,” she mumbles back.
We ride in silence to one of the top restaurants in the city. It’s a restaurant I would love to cook in if given the chance. They have an extensive waiting list to just get a reservation.
I’m not surprised when a man walks over to Lucian’s side, opening the door for her with a big smile on his face. He thinks he found a big pay day.
I feel like a fucking schmuck. I couldn’t afford the rims on this car even with all of these pay days I’m getting from Lucian and Raul. I couldn’t afford the mirror in this car but I’m out with her.
No wonder she doesn’t want more from me.
Fuck.
“Ms. McGrace, we’re happy you’re here,” he croons to her with his hand out to help her out of her car.
In true Lucian fashion, she bypasses his hand opting to get out of the car by herself. She’s an independent woman.
She’s fucking great.
I don’t know anything about the woman, but I want to know everything about her. At the same time, I feel like I know everything. It’s the strangest fucking thing.
“Have you ever eaten here?” Lucian asks me.
I shake my head. “No, I haven’t. I’ve been meaning too.” I’m not going to tell her that up until I started working for her, I didn’t have enough money to eat here even if I wanted to. Which I do.
After I eat, I want to lay Lucian down and feast on her sexy body. I want to run my lips and tongue all over her, making her see how much I want her.
“Ms. McGrace! Welcome,” the hostess chirps, hurrying to get to her.
She looks me over and then looks back at Lucian.
“How may I help you?” She asks demurely.
“Table for two. Private.”
Even her statements are brisk, to the point. She makes me harder than a rock. Her lips form to the words she says, drawing me in even more.
I reach my hand out to put it on the small of her back, but I stop before I make contact. This goes against everything I thought I wanted. I want to be the man in the relationship. I’m alpha. The omega. Not the beta.