Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,17

buying him expensive food. I almost laugh at his shocked face.

“Believe it or not Max, no I’m not,’’ I laugh.

“Thank the Lord. I’m down to my last tenner,’’ he groans.

“Oh, so you got enough to get me some more candyfloss before we go?’’ I half joke, really wanting to eat another tub.

Max opens his mouth, but it’s not his voice I hear. “Don’t you think you had enough food?’’ A sweet, bitter voice giggles.

A group of girls I remember from school are all standing around us, ogling the Carter brothers.

“Nah, I could totally go to KFC and I’d still probably enjoy a Subway after,’’ I reply sweetly.

“Okayyy,’’ she replies rolling her eyes before her beady little eyes land on Mason and her smile spreads into a seductive grin. “Hi Mason.’’

Her seductive voice grates through me and my hand clenches into a fist ready to strike Mason if he says hello back to her in front of me. My heart couldn’t take another rejection by him or my pride. When he grunts his acknowledgement I give her a triumphant smirk. She returns my smirk with a glare and I feel like doing a happy dance, especially when Mason moves closer towards me.

“A few of us are going to Heaven tonight, you should come. We can go back to mine after...,’’ she says suggestively and I want to gag right now. He just completely ignored her and moved closer towards me like he was staking his claim. Well it was either that or he wanted to show her he was taken.

“Sorry, he’s going to be busy with me,’’ I tell her sweetly, throwing in a wink to piss her off.

The girl stomps her foot and her friends take her queue and send me glares of their own. I just smile sweetly then nearly choke when I hear Harlow mutter under her breath.

“Somebody give her a brain.’’

Malik chuckles loudly, not caring about expressing his amusement. When the girls glower down at him he shoves his head into the crook of Harlow’s neck, howling with laughter.

“Girl’s, as boring as it’s been seeing you, you’re blocking the last bit of the light,’’ Max says, shooing them away with his hand, nearly making me choke.

“Call me if you change your mind. My number is...’’

“Seriously bitch, back the fuck off. You can see he’s not interested by the lack of conversation. So run along with your friends and leave us alone,’’ I snap, ready to wobble to my feet and kick some ass.

“Whatever bitch,’’ she sneers, and then huffs when Mason doesn’t turn his head in her direction. When it’s clear he isn’t going to talk to her she storms off with her friends trailing behind her.

As soon as they’re out of sight Mason’s shoulders slump, his body relaxed. He looks at me with a sad smile, his eyes full of remorse.

“Please tell me you’ve never been with her?’’ I question, hoping like hell he says no.

“What. No. She comes into the club on occasion. I know my reputation isn’t clean cut, but I do have some standards,’’ he grumbles looking embarrassed.

“Of course you do,’’ I patronize sarcastically tapping his shoulder. “You slept with me.’’

His head snaps to me, a slow smirk curving his lips as he shakes his head. Maverick gets up wiping the grass from off his hands. He’d been leaning back on his hands enjoying the show.

“I need to get going guys. Does anyone need a lift?’’ He asks looking at Malik and Max.

“I’m going to get me some pussy. I’ll see you guys later. Denny... it’s good to have you back,’’ Max says holding his hand up for a high five. I slap his hand grinning like a fool. That is until he opens his mouth again ruining it. “Let me know when you’re ready to tell Mason the kid is mine,’’ he winks before storming off.

Mason growls looking ready to run after him. Thankfully he doesn’t. “Prick,’’ he grunts.

“We will get a lift from you. We need to get back,’’ Malik answers, and I turn to look at Harlow, her face is flushed and immediately I know why they need to get back and I roll my eyes. Maverick must clue in too, because he, the same as I, rolls his eyes at the loved up couple.

Mason helps me to my feet, refusing to let me help clear the stuff away or even carry something back to the car. The only reason he let me carry the pop earlier was because he