11. Mason
11
Mason
“ Y ou’re late,” I say, shooting Bishop a glare for breaking the rules, although I know I would’ve let her in, too.
“Is it midnight already? Had no idea.”
Smartass. Bishop says good night and I see Sloan waiting in the hallway for him. She squeals in delight when he tosses her over his shoulder and carries her down the hall.
Perhaps that’s what I should do to Davina. Forget all about the reasons we’ve never crossed that line and just obliterate the shit out of it.
“Who is he?”
She feigns ignorance at my question. “Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Davina. I saw you. Who the fuck is he?”
She marches over to me and gives me a shove. “Who was the club whore you fucked the other night? Jada, is it? She’s one of your regulars, right?”
My jaw clenches. “This isn’t about me.”
“Why is that? Why are you questioning me but I can’t do the same?”
“Because I’m the president of this fucking club and when I ask questions, I expect answers. Do you even know the guy’s name?”
“Is that what you think of me? I’m not the one who’s a whore, Mason.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
It’s a low blow. I know it, but I’m pissed. At least I’ve convinced myself it’s anger and not jealousy. Anger is easier for me to process. Jealousy? Not so much.
“You don’t get to question me or call me a whore. I’m not a club member. I don’t answer to you. If I wanted to strip down and fuck him in the parking lot, it’s my business! Not yours!”
She starts to turn and I grab her arm, jerking her to me. Her lips part in surprise and I can’t resist crashing my mouth to hers. Fuck.
Her body yields, molding to mine. Her arms wrap around my neck. My hands squeeze her ass, eliciting a moan.
What am I doing? She chose Collin. Charlie is his son. She’s lied to me for years.
And I’ve wanted her for years.
Abruptly, I let her go. Both of us are breathless, stunned by what transpired.
“Go to bed, Davina.” Somehow I manage to keep my voice firm.
“Mason…” her voice trails.
Christ, I want her now more than ever. But I can’t forget the past, especially since it’s back.
“Good night, Davina.”