“Yeah? Steele said he didn’t see you at the house.”
“I went to her place.”
Mason arched an eyebrow.
“What’s this, Garrett going someplace inconvenient for him?” he said with a chuckle. “You never go any place other than upstairs at home.”
All the while, Connor looked at me with disgrace. Who could blame him? But, then again, who the hell could blame me?
“I guess I was feeling like being really freaky, if you know what I mean,” I said, something that caused Connor to roll his eyes. “I—”
And then someone emerged from the back of the clubhouse from one of the spare bedrooms.
It was Diamond.
And she looked fucking pissed.
I didn’t even want to know why—probably some combination of Mason getting whiskey dick or passing out or being bored. Or maybe just because I wasn’t giving it up to her right then.
But there was one thing I could say for Diamond that I could not say for Hannah.
There were no strings attached with Diamond. The only drama with her was losing my supply of girls, but it wasn’t like I had no game otherwise. I hadn’t lucked my way into ass, just maybe the ease of its availability.
But compared to the prospect of the worst-case scenario with Hannah…
I had to do what I did best. I had to hit and run. Move on to the next. Refuse to be committed to Hannah.
Not that I would have. But now, whatever ties remained, I had to sever. I could not answer her phone calls. It was shitty, and usually, I rationalized it by saying neither party held any expectation about things lasting a long time, but with Hannah…
It was best for everyone.
“Hey, you,” Mason said, putting his hand on her ass.
But she ignored him and glared at me.
“Garrett,” Diamond said. “How was your night?”
“Fun,” I said. “Yours?”
She looked down at Mason, arched an eyebrow, and turned to me.
“I’ll be outside.”
She walked right by me. I looked at Mason, pretending to give him a disappointed look, but he didn’t care. He was probably too hungover to deal with it.
“Well, I need to get back to my actual bed and pass the fuck out for a few hours,” he said, standing. “I appreciate the hookup. I haven’t had tits like that in a minute.”
As he walked by, he patted me on the shoulder firmly. I tried not to read into it, but the asshole did have a stronger than usual touch. Did that mean anything? Or was he just unaware?
As soon as the door shut behind us and we could no longer hear Mason shouting some last-minute things to Diamond, Connor looked at me.
“You’re a real fucking idiot.”
I bit my lip.
“I know, I got really hungover and—”
“Don’t fucking even try and lie to me,” he said.
