He smirks at me. He’s a pretty boy. I give him a wink, but both my eyes squint shut. “I need water,” I announce.
I turn to the bar and find a pint of water already waiting for me.
Mason leans in to speak into my ear. “We’re leaving. Where is your bag?”
“Get off me.” I swat him away. “I’m drunk, not stupid, and I remember everything you know, Mase. Like the nightyousold my studio, then came home and stuck it in my—”
“Nina—”
“You little prick.” I gulp my water, leaning into the guy beside me who clearly finds this conversation fascinating. “Is isn’t little,” I whisper-shout, then frown as I notice my words slur. “It’s isn’t little.”
He throws his head back, laughing as the glass is taken from me, and I’m thrown over a strong shoulder.
“Oh, how original of you, Mase. You gonna fuck me in your office now?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
I don’t try to fight him as he carries me through the club, but we still manage to draw plenty of attention. Men eye Mason as if to say poor guy, and well, the women? They watch Mason too. I don’t blame them, but as if I’d allow him the ego boost right now.
“Don’t be fooled, girls; he’s completely shit in bed.” I hold up my pinkie, wiggling it at the group of ladies seated near the entrance.
Mason’s hand shifts, gripping me high on my left leg and dangerously close to my underwear.
He squeezes the smooth skin there, making me gasp and jolt in his hold.
He walks us out of the club and across the street to the Bentley. “You can put me down, you know. I won’t run away.”
I slide down his body. Every solid, hard inch of it. It has my body thrumming with want. But not need.
I don’t need this man.
Swallowing hard, I look up into his tired eyes, and I am instantly filled with worry. Has he been sleeping?
Why do I care?
“It’s kind of what you always do. Run.”
“That’s not fair.”
He looks off to the side, his jaw clenching. “Would you have come back? Are you going to come back?”
No.
“You’re always so grumpy, Mase. Lighten up. I did, and I feel great!” I go to tap his nose, but it ends up higher than I anticipated, and I catch him in the eye.
“Fuck,” he spews.
My face screws up in guilt, and I bare my teeth as I cringe. “I think I just need to go to bed.” I shake my head, giggling.
“Me fucking too! In!” He opens the passenger side door, and I slide inside.
Rounding the car, I see him rubbing at his eye, and it sets me off again. I snort through my nose before I start laughing uncontrollably.
“I used to think you were so beautiful when you laughed.” He shakes his head, turning the key in the ignition.
“I’m sorry, am I being a bitch?” I try to keep my face straight, but I’m too far gone and can’t control it.
“No, I—”
