What the fuck?
“Luce?” I frown.
“Hey, babes!” She smiles.
“Stay right there,” Elliot’s voice floats in from outside.
I look around Mason to find him holding Lucy up under her armpits. She is leaning over Megan, who kneels at her feet. Megan’s face is firmly inserted in Mason’s crotch. I frown, looking at Elliot standing behind them, his phone poised at the ready. “I need to get a picture of this.”
“You were listening in?” I accuse.
Sneaky little bitches. I giggle to myself, looking down at Megan, who still hasn’t moved. I’m sure she is loving this.
Mason looks fuming mad, which makes me want to laugh harder. He’s so damn serious.
Elliot steps forward, a boyish grin in place as he takes Lucy by the waist and lifts her from Mason’s grip. I help Megan to her feet, giving her a cheeky wink when she smiles wide.
“I’m heading to Lowerwick,” Mason tells them, detached and cold.
Elliot’s face drops, a frown taking over. “You want me to come with you?”
“No. Get Vinny to take the girls home,” he says firmly before stalking off in the direction of the exit.
I stare after him, watching as security opens the door, and then he disappears, gone in a flash.
“Looks like it’s home time for me.” I smile sheepishly at the group, feeling conscious that they may have been listening in on the two of us.
“Sorry, Pixie, you’re coming with me!” Elliot tells me, grinning in amusement.
* * *
Half an hour later,Vinny arrives to take us home—although we aren’t going home. Elliot is taking us to Mason’s. Lance voiced his opinion on the idea, and if I’m honest, I’m just as uncertain.
Mason wasn’t in the best of moods when he left, and I can’t imagine he will be happy to find a houseful when he gets home from dealing withScar.
Who is Scar?
Elliot gets in the car with me, and the girls—silly man—whilst Charlie and Lance take a taxi.
“So, what happened toCece,Elliot?” Lucy jibes in a posh accent.
“Oh darling, please, she couldn’t possibly be seen with the likes of us,” Megan challenges with her finest snooty voice.
“Of course. How silly of one to think such thoughts. Tell me, Eli, does she suck cock as fantastic as I’d imagine one would?” Lucy laughs, losing her composure, the last part coming out on a snort. The car is filled with our drunken cackles while Elliot sits smirking at us, not giving a shit that we are ripping into his friend.
I can’t see Vinny, but I’m certain he is smiling too.
* * *
My thought processwas flawed when I agreed to go with Elliot because now I stand in the foyer of Mason’s penthouse, and all the emotions I experienced last weekend are waking inside of me.
Megan and Lucy come up behind me, awe on their faces as they take in the expansive space.
“Holy shit, Nina!” Megan whispers. “You never said—”
“Come on, girls. Let’s get a drink.” Charlie drapes an arm over my shoulder, smiling down at me with pity in his eyes.
He leads us to an entertainment room. There is a minibar, pool table, sofa, and a screen the size of the entire wall.
