MIA
After kissing Michael good-bye, I pulled my backpack onto my shoulders and walked down the sidewalk toward Serena’s house, where I’d parked my car this morning. I felt like I was walking on top of the world after sucking Michael off in the middle of a restaurant, taking his cum in my mouth so it wouldn’t tarnish his pants.
Just when I felt like nothing could ruin my mood after that bombpublicorgasm, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Mason leaning against Michael’s car.
I gulped, knowing that nobody was home at Serena’s place. Serena was at her internship, and Damien had gotten a job as a junior engineer downtown. Neither would be back until five tonight. I grasped my cell phone tightly. If something went down, I would be calling the freaking police.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, slowly approaching the opposite side of the car.
He gave me his best forced smile. “I wanted to talk, and you wouldn’t pick up your phone.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t want to talk to you.”
He let out a loud sigh and took a step around the car toward me. I moved back, wanting to keep as much space between us as I could. I didn’t know what the fuck he was up to, but I wasn’t about to put myself in danger.
“Mia, don’t do that. I just want to talk.” He took another step, and so did I. “I’m not going to do anything to you. I swear.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed my phone tighter in my hand. “Well, you can talk from all the way over there. No need to get any closer to me unless you want me to call the police.”
He snorted but didn’t move any closer. “What are you going to call the police for? Me still loving you?”
I laughed. “Loving me? You never loved me. If you loved me even in the slightest, you wouldn’t have flirted with any girl who had a nice pair of tits, you wouldn’t have slept with my best friend for months, and you wouldn’t have made me think you loved me by caring about my mom.”
The expression on his face didn’t change, but it did falter for a single moment. “Come on, Mia. Are you seriously still hung up over that when you had a thing for Melissa’s dad the entire time we were dating?”
“I didn’t have a thing for her dad for the entirety of our relationship.”
He raised his brows. “So, you didn’t find him attractive? You didn’t fantasize about him?”
I stayed quiet. Truth was … I had had a thing for him forlongerthan Mason and I were together. Serena and I would gush about him in high school, would dream about getting with him one day. But I never acted on it.
“You didn’t fuck him as soon as you turned eighteen?” Mason continued, getting angrier by the second.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, shaking my head. “I didn’t do anything with him until recently, until you stopped giving me respect, until you started ogling every other woman who wasn’t me.”
He smirked cruelly at me. “That’s not what I heard.”
“And where are you getting this god-awful information from, Mason?” My voice rose with every word, yet I couldn’t stop myself. I was so done with his shit. All I wanted to do was get inside the car and drive off, but he was blocking me from the driver’s side.
He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back toward his Mercedes. “A little birdy told me everything you’ve done with him. You know how bad that’s going to look for the both of you when everyone finds out Michael started fucking you at the ripe age of eighteen?”
I clenched my hands into fists. He was pulling shit out of his ass to make me run back to him. He was trying to make me weak, trying to hurt me so I would be his again. And I fucking hated it.
“Do you really think Michael wants you because he loves you? Do you really think you’re anything other than a young fuck toy to him? He could get any woman his own age, but he picked you.” Mason opened his car door. “Seems kinda fucked up to me.”
I yanked open my door and threw my backpack into the passenger side. Damn him and his stupid fucking bullshit. Trying to make me angry. Trying to make me insecure again. I wanted to heal, and this fucker had to—
“You will be mine again,” Mason shouted from his car. “All mine.”
I scrambled into the car, slammed my door closed, and locked the car about a hundred times, staring through the windshield and holding my fists steady so that I wouldn’t do something rash and slam my fists into the steering wheel. Why’d he have to fuck with my life? Why did he even want me back?
CHAPTER9
MIA
Ipulled into work and took a deep breath. After my run-in with Mason, I could barely think straight. I wanted to go home, sink into the bed, and cuddle with Michael. But I still had bills to pay. So, I trudged out of the car, mentally preparing myself for all the half-drunk men from the city tonight, and walked into the bar.
Thankfully, the bar was still fairly quiet when I got in, only a few guys sitting at the counter. I walked to the back, putting on some of my work clothes and throwing my hair into a high ponytail, and walked back out.
