Page 23 of Mase
After seeing Mason so crazed last night, I know him coming over isn’t a good idea.
Me: Can you just collect me from the gate. I’ll be fine.
Travis: You NEED to talk to him Summer.
Me: I will.
Suddenly, as if on cue, nausea floods me, and I throw the sheet off the bed and rush toward the bathroom. My knees hit the cold floor as I retch into the toilet, wishing someone was here, anyone.
Loneliness consumes me, but the fear of what’s to come is stronger.
“Jesus, Summer. What a mess of your life you’ve made,” I mumble, and wipe my mouth with toilet paper before standing and flushing away my sins.
Sleeping with a stranger for money was supposed to be the end of all my problems, not the start of more.
Still, at least the memories of that night are something I can cling to. The best night of my life, with a hot guy who just so happens to be my stepbrother.
After applying another coat of lip gloss, I assess my hair, finger-combing my blonde locks, and give myself the mental pep talk I need to open my bedroom door and walk out of it.
“Come on, Summer. You got this.” I blow out a deep breath, grab my backpack, and head for the door.
As I slowly step down each stair, there’s nothing but silence. Thank God. Hopefully, I can grab some food and make it out to school before he wakes.
Making my way down the marble stairs, the first thing I notice is that the foyer’s clean, tidy, devoid of any trash, not a streamer or empty bottle in sight. You wouldn’t think that only a few hours ago a house party was in full swing.
My shoes squeak as I walk across the floor and into the kitchen, and I consider removing them so as not to disturb anyone. Anyone being Mase.
I push open the kitchen door and slip inside, determined to remain undetected, then I head for the refrigerator. Grabbing the orange juice, I make quick work of pouring myself a glass, then I close the door and head for the fruit bowl.
There’s not much I can stomach in the morning, but a banana is one thing I can manage.
“What the hell are you wearing?” a dark voice growls, penetrating my soul. It sends a shock wave through me, causing goose bumps to break out as I take a deep breath, then turn to face him.
Irritation rushes up my spine at the hate in his tone. It’s not like this was done on purpose—none of it was done on purpose.
I lift my head, and my eyes clash with his, where I see the venom in his stare, so I take a step back.
Great, he hates me.
He’s just as guilty as I am in all this, yet I don’t hate him, not a single part of him.
“It’s called a school uniform,” I snark back with feigned confidence while peeling the banana.
Heat travels over me as he looks me up and down at a leisurely pace that sends excitement rushing through me, and it gathers in my core. And now my panties are wet.
“That skirt doesn’t fit you right.” He gestures toward my skirt, and I peer down at it. It absolutely does fit me right. There’s no way in hell I’d be allowed to wear one any shorter; our school is the best in the area, most expensive too. All their students are dressed accordingly, with not a bit of wiggle room. Trust me, I’ve tried.
“Take it up with the principal.” I slowly eat the banana, loving his attention on me much more than I should.
There’s silence between us while we eat, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. I use this time to study him, drinking him in like he is me. He’s just as handsome as I remember; more so if that’s even possible. How I’d love to explore his tattoos fully, giving each of them the attention they deserve, and to be able to touch him properly, to trace them with the tip of my finger while I kiss his bronzed skin. Those gray joggers he’s wearing showcase his thick cock, and I long to release it. Wow, that monster fit inside me. I smile internally when it jumps as if knowing where my attention is focused.
“How long will you be staying for?” I ask nonchalantly.
“I went to the will reading yesterday.”
“But you didn’t come to your father’s funeral?” I interject with venom. Nope, the bastard never showed his face; I had to do that alone.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but we didn’t have a relationship. I wasn’t about to pay my respects to a man I had none for.”
