Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,45
Max,’’ I grit out, feeling ready to explode. First Mason this morning and now this. I can’t take it anymore. They think I’m disgusting.
“Ahh shit, you’re going to cry,’’ Max says rubbing the back of his neck.
“No I’m not,’’ I grit out defensively, the top of my nose stinging. My throat starts to ache and to make it worse, I’m pretty sure my eyes just started to water.
“Yes you are,’’ he tells me just as Mason takes a seat next to me.
“Are you okay, Angel?’’
“Jesus, it’s not the end of the world, Mason. I can reject food if I want to. It’s not like I’m going to waste away is it. I mean, I wouldn’t want to starve the rest of you,’’ I say, but the more I speak, the higher my voice gets.
“He didn’t mean it like that, Hun,’’ Harlow softly tells me, coming to sit down on the other side of me.
“It’s what everyone’s thinking. Max can’t stand to eat in the same room with me because he thinks I’m going to eat all his food,’’ I say hysterically. Max takes a step back, his eyes wide while Harlow rubs up and down my back. “And to top it off, Mason thinks I’m fat,’’ I cry out, a sob tearing through my throat. Harlow pulls my head to her shoulder soothing me.
“Mason, I can’t believe you would think that,’’ Harlow snaps; anger evident in her voice.
“I never said she was fat,’’ he says defensively with his voice filled with confusion and I can feel his eyes on me.
“But you thought it. You’re repulsed by me. Running off as soon as you see me half naked,’’ I cry harder into Harlow’s shoulder.
“When did I see you half naked?’’ he asks.
“Dude... burn!’’ Max laughs, and I send him a glare that has him retreating. He steps back bumping into Maverick and Myles who have just walked in.
“What the fuck? Who upset Denny?’’ Maverick snaps, his eyes glaring at everyone.
“Bro, you don’t want to get involved,’’ Max warns him, taking another step back.
“You all think I’m fat,’’ I wail, feeling like I’ve just stepped on to the crazy train. I don’t even know why I’m acting like this and a deep part of me knows I’m being irrational, but I don’t care. All I care about is Mason thinking I’m fat.
“Who said she was fat?’’ Myles says outraged walking farther into the room.
“Can everyone clear out a minute and let me talk to Denny alone?’’
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,’’ Max warns with a mouth full of sausage.
“That sausage is going to be shoved somewhere other than your mouth if you don’t fuck off,’’ Mason growls and everyone starts to clear out of the room.
“Will you be okay?’’ Harlow asks sweetly.
I nod my head, wiping my runny nose with the back of my hand before wiping it on the back of Mason’s jeans.
“Please tell me you didn’t just do that, Denny,’’ he pleads sounding disgusted, which just sets me off again. Harlow takes a step towards me, but something Mason does has her retreating and following the rest of the brothers to wherever they are heading, probably in to the kitchen to eat all my food. Just smelling the salt and vinegar in the air has my stomach growling. “Now tell me what this is all about?’’
“Nothing, it’s just the pregnancy hormones,’’ I lie feeling foolish now for wiping snot unladylike on his jeans.
They’re good jeans too.
“Bullshit, I can piss a better excuse than that,’’ he remarks crudely.
“It’s not an excuse,’’ I sniffle not looking at him.
“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong, before I go Jessica Fletcher on your ass and find out for myself.’’
“Jessica Fletcher?’’ I question, scrunching up my features.
“Um... yeah... My Nan used to make me watch it as a kid okay,’’ he says holding his hands up in surrender.
“And you liked it?’’
“You’re kidding right, I loved it, she was a bad ass detective,’’ he gushes before straightening his own features. “It was okay I suppose.’’
“You suppose?’’ I tease, amused.
“Stop changing the subject,’’ he snaps and I raise my brow at him. “Tell me why you’re so upset.’’
“Because you’re disgusted by me,’’ I yell throwing my hands up heavily.
“You’re seriously having me on right now. Please tell me you are, Denny because this isn’t a joke,’’ he warns taking a step closer, his hard chest resting against my bump.
“No,’’ I whisper looking away again, but his hand shoots out grabbing my chin to face him.