Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Only I’m not so sure I’ll actually have the strength to just walk away.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, even though it’s a pretty big lie.
“You deserve better, girl. Take Mason for a ride, you’ll forget about that other loser in no time.” Charlie nods, winking at me.
I laugh. I like her. She’s my kind of friend. “Tempting, but he’s a moody grouch. Honestly, if I tried something on him, he’d probably pitch a fit and kick me out. Or tie me to his bed like that other woman, which, no thanks ...”
“Wait!” Scarlett puts her hands up. “He had another woman tied to his bed?”
“Oh, girl.” I click my fingers. “You really do miss out on all the good stuff.”
“You better start filling us in.” Charlie shuffles closer. “I need all the juicy details.”
I tell them about the girl I found tied to his bed and how I dealt with it, then how he dealt with it, and I take a sip of vodka and wait.
“Holy crap.” Scarlett giggles. “I can’t believe you untied her and started arguing with her.”
“Technically, I left her tied, I just pulled the ball gag out of her mouth. And to be fair, she was mouthing off at me. I’m not taking crap from a woman tied to a bed. Then I felt sorry for her, just a little, because what if she needed to pee?”
All three girls burst out laughing.
“I think you’re going to fit in just fine here, Saskia.” Charlie laughs.
“Hell yes,” Scarlett agrees. “We’re going to come and visit you and check out Mason’s big house and hear more of these stories.”
“I haven’t had so much entertainment in a long time.” Amalie laughs.
“You’re all on!” I clap.
I think I just made myself some friends.
And damn, it feels good.
Mostly, to breathe easily for a few minutes of my day.
~8~
SASKIA
“God dammit, I won’t fuckin’ argue with you anymore, do you understand me?” Mason roars down the phone.
I freeze in the hallway on my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before bed and to check and make sure everything is done for the night. I don’t know if he knows I’m awake, but I’m certain I’m not meant to hear whatever conversation he’s having. I should turn around and walk back into my bedroom, but curiosity killed the cat, and I’m curious as to who he’s yelling at.
“I’ve told you once, Theresa, I won’t tell you again. Quit fuckin’ callin’ me. There is nothin’ here for you. I will not back down. I will not fight you. I will not give you a damned thing. This house, and everythin’ in it, is fuckin’ mine.”
He makes a low, throaty sound as he’s listening to whoever Theresa is argue back. I wait, curious. Is she an ex-wife? Nobody mentioned an ex-wife, but in saying that, nobody even knew Mason was rich so they’re unlikely to know a great deal about his past. I’m curious, all the same. Whoever it is, she is pressing his buttons, and it has something to do with this house.
“Go right a-fuckin’-head, send your lawyers, do your best, you’ll not win. It’s set in fuckin’ stone, and that’s exactly how it’ll stay.”
I peer around the corner and see him standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, body exposed and bare, leaning a hip against the counter. My mouth goes dry as I take in the large, muscled body that makes him ... well, him. Tattoos, olive skin stretched over raw muscle—he’s perfection. I swallow, wanting to go and run my tongue over those muscles. I’m only woman, after all. My eyes drop to the boxers and the way his cock bounces as he turns. Good lord, I’m going to wet myself.
“Don’t call me again. Any contact you can do through your lawyer. Leave me the fuck alone.”
He slams the phone onto the kitchen counter and rubs a hand down his face.
Should I go in there and see if he’s okay? Honestly, it could go either way. He might turn around and tell me to get lost, which is the most likely scenario, or he might appreciate someone to talk to. I mean, we’re living here together, we’re probably going to be for a while if all goes well, so maybe I should establish some sort of friendship with him. Outside of the club, I don’t know that he has many people.
So, I take a breath and step out. His eyes move straight to me, and I brace for impact. For a moment, those intense eyes just hold mine, then he looks away. “You hear that?”
“I was on my way out to get a drink.”
“You. Hear. It?”
Moody.
As suspected.
“Yes, I heard it. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water from the fridge and then turning and staring at him. “You want to vent? Let it all out? Bitch about someone? I’m always down for a good bitching session, and I’ll totally be on your side, even if it’s you being the douche.”