But what was even worse was that part of me didn’t care at all. Every night he didn’t try to make me come, I cared less and less about him. I even toyed with the idea of breaking up with him, but—I shook my head and turned to my side—I couldn’t.
Mason turned toward me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and placed his nose against my neck, snoring into my ear. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t break up with him. We’d been together for five years. So many memories. So many good times. So much I had to make up for.
My phone buzzed on the dresser, and I hopped up to see agood nighttext from Mom. I smiled at the little<3instead of a heart emoji and promised her that I’d come see her at the hospital early Monday morning. She quickly texted me back.
Mom: Hope you and Mason are good. xx You two seemed off today.
I sighed and put my phone back down, climbing back into our bed. We had beenofffor the past two years, but I never told Mom that, not when she was in that state. I didn’t tell her that he had refused to let me visit her unless he was with me either. I didn’t tell her that Mason held her hospital bills that he paid for with his parents’ money over my head. I didn’t tell her any of it.
To her, Mason and I were perfect. And that’s how it’d stay for the rest of my life.
At least I could relax for the next couple of days at Melissa’s for our girls’ weekend. There would be booze, boyfriend-free conversation, a pool to go skinny-dipping in at four in the morning, and of course—the only reason I was really going—Mr. Bryne.
CHAPTER2
MIA
Ibounced up and down on my toes, pulling Mason up the white-paved sidewalk toward Melissa’s house. The house was bigger than the average home—two floors, about five thousand square feet, surrounded by acres of woods.
“You’re really excited,” Mason said, a tinge of jealousy in his voice. The wind blew softly, his golden locks falling onto his forehead. “Why don’t you ever get this excited for me?”
After plastering a fake smile on my face, I looked over at him. “I always get this excited for you,” I said, tucking some brown hair behind my ear.
He grimaced and even rolled his eyes.
“And besides, I haven’t hung out with Melissa and Serena in so long. I’ve been working and visiting Mom. It’s about time I got to spend a couple nights gossiping about you.” I playfully poked his stomach, trying to get him to smile.
“Talk about me or all the guys in my frat you want to fuck?”
I stopped before we walked into the house. “What’re you talking about?” I asked, brows drawn together.
He stared at me, nostrils flared.What is his problem?
He shook his head and seized the door handle. “Forget it.”
I pulled his hand away and stared at him. “Forget what? What did I do?” I asked, reluctantly leaving out thethis timepart that I desperately wanted to add.
His jaw twitched. “You don’t remember?” he asked, glaring down at me. “You fucking mumble their names in your sleep. Every night, I wake up to you moaning about someone else.”
Mumble people’s names in my sleep? I’d barely slept last night.
After narrowing my eyes at him, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Whose name did I say?” I asked, testing him.
Mason was a deep sleeper. If he didn’t wake up when I turned my vibrator on full blast, he wouldn’t wake up from me mumbling names in my sleep.
“Victor.”
I raised my brows. “Victor? As in Melissa’s boyfriend?”
That man was a total man-whore who only got girls because he had money. If that boy were poor, he’d have to beg for a woman’s attention. A disrespectful sleazeball. Not my type.
“I wasn’t dreaming of him last night,” I said, placing my hand on my hip. “Why would you even think that, Mason? He’s your best friend and my best friend’s boyfriend.”
He shook his head again, one of his many annoyed expressions crossing his face. “Forget it,” he said. Then, he walked into the house, not bothering to hold the door open for me, leaving me behind.
I stared at the glass door, lips pinched into a tight line, foot tapping against the concrete sidewalk.This fucking man.I had done nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he thought he could—
“The door isn’t going to open itself,” someone said from behind me.
