“No, I didn’t rob a fuckin’ bank. I got a job. You know, the thing that you have been begging me to get?” I’m being an asshole to my own brother, but I really don’t care.
Dingdong.
He pauses whatever he’s watching on television and then calls out to me, “Hey, dick licker. Get the damn door.”
“Go fuck yourself!” I call but check the door anyways. “Hello?” I call through the door but there is no answer. “Hello?” I call again and there is still no answer. When I look through the peep-hole, I see a note on the ground.
Opening the door, I bend over at the waist to look at the note. It’s on a thick piece of stock paper that is white, and the writing is hard since I can see the indentations on the outside of the paper.
When the note is in my hand, I get back to my full height and close the door. Inside, I open the note and look at the careful and nondescript writing.
Mason, she’s poisonous. Everything she touches, ends up in ruins.
Holding the note, I look at the writing and try to think of who would know that I even saw Lucian today. Does this have anything to do with her? Why the fuck would anyone care if I’m hanging around her?
Ignoring Andrew, I stroll to my room and close the door.
Something that is really fucking bothering me is the fact that whomever wrote me this note thinks I’m weak. I’m not weak. Just because I don’t know what the fuck is going on with Lucian doesn’t mean I’m some little bitch or something.
Is this what my life is going to be like if I continue doing whatever this is with her? The woman’s hot, don’t get me wrong. I love how commanding she is. I’ve never been one to hand over control like this before, but I love it.
***
Two days later and I still have no idea what to do with the Lucian situation. Being that it’s Friday, I have to go to work again. Andrew is all excited about the amount of money that I’m making but I have only told him about the first part of the money that I make. Not the second part. I want to keep that secret.
Once I have saved up a little more and know what is going on with the job, I’m going to start looking at an apartment.
I only have a few outfits that I can wear to work, so I’m dressed in the same thing that I was wearing last week. What the fuck ever. I know it’s going to get covered with all sorts of foods so why should it even matter?
I walk again to the club and hope that Lucian is there. Wait. Do I even want to see her? What the hell will I do if I do see her? I’m not sure if I want to see her or not. Part of me wants to slap the shit out of her for telling me that she and I can’t have sex, and then the other part of me just wants to slap the shit out of her… for good measure.
By the time that I get there, the club is in full swing again and I can hear the music as it shakes the walls. I look through the door that separates the lobby and the club and peer through. There are a bunch of bodies in a series of undress and some of them seem to get really into it.
“Mason. Welcome back. Ms. McGrace said for you to get settled in the same penthouse you were at last time,” Trina says.
I turn to look at her and take a look at what she’s wearing. She’s dressed in a tight skirt suit that shows me everything about her body and is short enough for me to see the tops of her thighs. Trina looks beautiful with her hair loose around her shoulders and the fleshy mounds of her breasts are visible under her hair.
“Yeah, hi. Uh, I guess I will go up there.” I turn from her when I feel her hand brush against my arm.
“Don’t go yet. Let’s talk for a moment.” Trina’s words are thick with her arousal and I want to tell her to get away from me.
I’m so fucking turned on from whatever is going on with Lucian and now I’m having to fight off Trina. That is not going to work.
I shrug away from her and then begin to walk to the stairs. The music from the club is loud and I can feel my heart beating to the beat of the music. The bass is loud, I can hear people screaming over it.
This place is so strange and uninviting. The stairs look similar to a dungeon or something. It’s dark and the only light that is in there is dim.
I feel as if I’m being played with by Trina and Lucian and I’m not liking this one fuckin’ bit. Is this a game to them or something? Trina is coming on to me hard core and Lucian is acting as if she’s some dominant or something. What kind of business is this?
***
I have been cooking for about an hour when I feel hands and arms circle my waist. I’m disgusted with myself over the fact that I’m hoping it’s Lucian.
“You look so sexy cooking,” a silky voice says near my ear. The voice sounds like one of those sex operator’s voices where you feel as if you can bust a nut right away.
I look over my shoulder and away from my pasta that I’m making to see the top of Trina’s head. Her blonde hair is slightly darker on the top and I watch as looks up at me over her hair that has fallen in her face. “Hey, Trina,” I say and squeeze her hands before pushing them away.
Granted, I’m used to picking up girls here and there, but I would never say they come on as strong as Trina is. Since I don’t know what kind of game that she and Lucian are playing, I am not getting in the middle of it.