Armando. I didn’t tell Mason that I didn’t keep the money and I’ve been trying to keep my extra hours from him as well. I don’t want him to question me. Mainly because I don’t want to tell him what happened.
“I’m sorry babe. Are you coming home tonight? I can cook?” he asks. I smile.
“Yeah, I’ll be there after work.”
“Good girl. Love you Whit.”
“Love you too.”
The line goes dead as I toss the phone back onto the table. I lean back against the headboard again and close my eyes. If Joe doesn’t let me pick up more hours, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make the rent. A part of me says I should have kept the money from Mason, but the other part of me knows the dark cloud it would hold over my head, a darkness that I don’t want or need.
“Tired darlin’?” That deep dark voice penetrates me to my core. My stomach trembles when I hear him. I slowly open my eyes to the smell of coffee and look up at him. A small smile crosses my face as he moves toward me. As he passes me a cup I yawn.
“What’s wrong? You look tense,” he says while sitting on the edge of the bed. He sips his coffee, but his eyes stay glued to mine.
“Jackson called. Seems he got fired.”
“That’s fucked. You need anything?” he asks me sweetly. Shaking my head I sip my coffee.
“Nope. We’re good. What are you up to today? Think you can take me home?” I ask. Mason’s eyes burn through me with so much intensity that I can feel him down to my bones.
“I was thinkin’ we could hang out today,” he says with a smirk crossing his face. I can’t stop the smile that crosses mine either.
“And what exactly do you want to do?”
“Up to you. I’m open to anything you want to do. You just tell me, and we’ll do it.”
“The beach?” Mason shrugs. “Oh! How about Little Havana? I’ve never been there,” I squeal. Mason grins, sets his cup on the table, and leans into me. His lips barely touch mine as heat races through my veins.
“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go Whit,” he whispers before kissing me gently. My insides turn to jelly and my stomach flutters. I don’t know what it is about him that has me so in knots, but I can’t seem to get past it either.
“You don’t have club stuff to take care of?” I ask. Mason shakes his head slowly as his lips keep moving over mine.
“I’m the VP, so I can take a day off when I want to.” Heat coils inside of me. I let my arms drift up and wrap around his neck. I pull him closer to me. Mason gives me what I want; his body presses into mine. I love the way his weight seems to center me, even when I feel like the world is slowly falling apart, feeling him wrapped around me makes it all better.
“Anything else you want?” he teases me. He sucks my lip between his teeth and bites down. Hard. My pussy clenches at the feeling. It’s overwhelming. It’s hot. It’s fucking perfection.
“I’m not picky. Back alleys are a new favorite of mine now for some reason.” As soon as the words leave my mouth Mason pulls back. His eyes study mine. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but the intense set of his jaw tells me that something is running through that head of his.
“That because of me, yeah?”
I nod slowly until a perfect smile forms on his lips. Leaning in I capture them with mine. With Mason everything else just fades away. All of the pain that I have endured, all the wrongs that can’t be righted. It all shifts to somewhere deep inside of me and hides until he’s gone.
Those are the hardest times for me. Knowing that my life isn’t what I make it out to be. Knowing that Mason is a temporary thing in my world. The nights he’s not near me are the nights I find out who I truly am. I’m the broken girl that her father made. I’m the whore that was used and abused since she was thirteen. The girl that was tossed away when she wasn’t worth anything anymore.
The fact that Mason can hide those things without even knowing it should have me pushing him away. It would be so easy to drift back into that