Page 15 of Mase
A disgruntled sound erupts in my throat, and I shake my head. “No. Your application said you wanted the money for college,” I sneer, pointing my finger at her.
“I do!” she snaps back. “I want it so I’m able to go to college. Besides”—she lifts her shoulder—“it’s no big deal.”
A loud scoff erupts from me. “No big deal?” My voice gets louder with each syllable. “No. Big. Fucking. Deal?” Just how old is she? My eyes widen with the realization. “How old are you?” She’s twenty-one. She has to be; her application said as much.Indulgencecarries out all relevant security checks. Thorough checks.
Oscar O’Connell wouldn’t run a business without those checks.
“Eighteen.”
The moment she says it, my legs buckle from beneath me, and I reach out to cling onto the dresser in order to keep me upright.
“Eighteen?!”
She nods coyly, then slides off the bed, causing me to stumble back, away from her. Hell no, I don’t need her near me despite my cock having other ideas.
Simply rolling her eyes, she grabs her dress, ignoring my meltdown, and I watch on in horror as the teenager I fucked into oblivion last night gets dressed.
The innocent teenager.
The virgin.
Oh, shit. I fucked her ass. Hard.
Oh, my fucking god, no.
My quest to achieve my dream night has resulted in my worst nightmare. “Holy shit.” I swallow hard, and my eyes burn through her as she smooths her dress over her bloodied thighs. “You’re in school.”
“I did it for college money,” she reiterates.
For college money?
The girl needs financial support. She sold herself to a bastard like me, whored herself out, in order to pay for her education. What fucked-up world do we live in?
I shake my head, pissed at myself, pissed atIndulgence. Hell, I’m pissed at the world right now.
Her gaze bounces around the room as she looks everywhere but at me. Shit, she might have some fucking trauma or something after what I did to her last night… for her first time. I squeeze my eyes closed. “I need to leave.” The softness in her tone has me opening my eyes, and I spin to face the dresser. I open the top drawer and take out the wads of extra bills I brought with me. “There’s about five and a half thousand there. Take it.” I shove it into her chest, and it’s only now that her blue eyes meet mine.
Uncertainty wavers beneath them, shrouded in reluctancebut bathed in excitement. She chews on her lip. “Take it. You were great.” I wince at my words, then push the tip money at her again.
Her shoulders sag, and she takes it from my hand, sending a spark of electricity through me when our fingers touch. Her, too, judging by the way our gazes collide and her lips part.
Hmm, they part just enough to allow me to slip my tongue inside and taste her properly.
Jesus, she’s beautiful. Beautiful and dangerously forbidden.
But instead, I tilt my head toward the door in encouragement.
She needs to leave right fucking now, before I do something I regret, like throw her on the damn bed and fuck her again, age be damned.
Anger contorts her features as her mouth snaps shut, her lips pucker, and she becomes redder as she glares at me. Then she spins on the balls of her bare feet and heads toward the door.
Every cell inside me tells me to go after her, to ask her name, take her number, something. Just to check if she’s okay, nothing more. Nope, not a damn thing more.
But like hell do I want another lawsuit on my ass, not after taking years to get my divorce over with. So instead of listening to my heart, I listen to my head and ignore the pain stabbing at my chest. It’s a one-night stand, a transaction.
I stride toward the bathroom with a purpose.
To wash away every part of Innocent Angel. It’s just a shame I can’t wash my mind of all the filthy images of her too.
