basically told her to fuck off.”
“But he didn’t do anything to stop her before he knew I was watching!” I interjected.
“She’s his manager. It’s not like he can just push her away like some stupid-ass groupie girl!”
“His manager?” His words punched me in the gut. I immediately realized Bentley wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Mason would be working closely with her on a daily basis, and apparently living near her as well. Awesome.
“Shit… see that’s why I don’t need to discuss this with you until after the two of y’all talk.” He released my hand and rubbed his face in his hands. “All I can say is I know what you mean to him and I know how you feel about him, and I really think that y’all are good for each other. I would hate to see something that has real potential never really get a chance because of a misunderstanding.”
I was just about to tell him that I didn’t misunderstand the fact that Mason was moving away to be near some bitch who was apparently his manager, but the deep growl of a motorcycle pulling into the parking space next to us distracted me. I watched out the window as Mason got off his Harley and approached the passenger door. He opened the door and held his hand out to me.
I turned to Max and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you for everything. Wish us luck; we’re going to need it.”
MASON
Scarlett didn’t say a word to me upon entering the apartment. It was obviously going to be my show, and rightfully so since I was the one with all of the explaining to do.
“Come back to my room, let’s get comfortable so we can talk,” I said to her.
“I’m good out here,” she replied in an ice-cold tone. “Will you be able to take me back to my car when we are finished whatever it is we are doing here?”
Her words cut through me like a knife, and I hated myself for making her hurt. She had lived through enough pain in the last year; she sure as hell didn’t need me adding to it.
“Scarlett, please give me a chance to explain. I meant to tell you… I really did. There just hasn’t been a good time…”
“A good time !? A good fucking time !? ” She shouted. “Maybe a good time would’ve been before you brought me back here last Friday and fucked me all weekend? Or maybe when I told you that the only way things were going to work with us is if we were completely honest? Or better yet… maybe before you told me that you had never stopped loving me while I was gone?
“Any of those times would’ve been a good time to tell me that you’re currently fucking your manager and about to move to Austin to live near her!!!” She was shaking with anger and I desperately wanted to wrap her in my arms to console her, but I refrained.
Hanging my head in shame, I knew there was a good chance that I may never see her again and my chest tightened at the mere thought.
“Angel, you haven’t even been back a week, and I meant to tell you… I really did. I’m not trying to hurt you, I just wanted you to see that this can work between us before clouding it with all of the reasons why it can’t,” I tried to explain.
“YOU ARE MOVING AWAY MASON! YOU ARE INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE ELSE!! YOU LIED TO ME!!!” God, I couldn’t take much more of watching her hurt without touching her.
“Please Scarlett,” I begged. “Please just let me explain.” I could almost hear the inner struggle in her head about whether or not to grant my request.
She walked over to the couch and plopped down. “Enlighten me,” she said flatly.
Not wasting a moment that she could possibly change her mind, I flew to her side on the couch.
“Okay,” I began tentatively, “Last spring Jobu’s Rum played at the SXSW music festival in Austin which is where we met Bentley and her brother, Jag. They are the co-owners of a reputable talent agency. They fell in love with band and offered to represent us. Shortly after that, things really picked up for us.”
“For who – Jobu’s Rum
“But he didn’t do anything to stop her before he knew I was watching!” I interjected.
“She’s his manager. It’s not like he can just push her away like some stupid-ass groupie girl!”
“His manager?” His words punched me in the gut. I immediately realized Bentley wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Mason would be working closely with her on a daily basis, and apparently living near her as well. Awesome.
“Shit… see that’s why I don’t need to discuss this with you until after the two of y’all talk.” He released my hand and rubbed his face in his hands. “All I can say is I know what you mean to him and I know how you feel about him, and I really think that y’all are good for each other. I would hate to see something that has real potential never really get a chance because of a misunderstanding.”
I was just about to tell him that I didn’t misunderstand the fact that Mason was moving away to be near some bitch who was apparently his manager, but the deep growl of a motorcycle pulling into the parking space next to us distracted me. I watched out the window as Mason got off his Harley and approached the passenger door. He opened the door and held his hand out to me.
I turned to Max and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you for everything. Wish us luck; we’re going to need it.”
MASON
Scarlett didn’t say a word to me upon entering the apartment. It was obviously going to be my show, and rightfully so since I was the one with all of the explaining to do.
“Come back to my room, let’s get comfortable so we can talk,” I said to her.
“I’m good out here,” she replied in an ice-cold tone. “Will you be able to take me back to my car when we are finished whatever it is we are doing here?”
Her words cut through me like a knife, and I hated myself for making her hurt. She had lived through enough pain in the last year; she sure as hell didn’t need me adding to it.
“Scarlett, please give me a chance to explain. I meant to tell you… I really did. There just hasn’t been a good time…”
“A good time !? A good fucking time !? ” She shouted. “Maybe a good time would’ve been before you brought me back here last Friday and fucked me all weekend? Or maybe when I told you that the only way things were going to work with us is if we were completely honest? Or better yet… maybe before you told me that you had never stopped loving me while I was gone?
“Any of those times would’ve been a good time to tell me that you’re currently fucking your manager and about to move to Austin to live near her!!!” She was shaking with anger and I desperately wanted to wrap her in my arms to console her, but I refrained.
Hanging my head in shame, I knew there was a good chance that I may never see her again and my chest tightened at the mere thought.
“Angel, you haven’t even been back a week, and I meant to tell you… I really did. I’m not trying to hurt you, I just wanted you to see that this can work between us before clouding it with all of the reasons why it can’t,” I tried to explain.
“YOU ARE MOVING AWAY MASON! YOU ARE INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE ELSE!! YOU LIED TO ME!!!” God, I couldn’t take much more of watching her hurt without touching her.
“Please Scarlett,” I begged. “Please just let me explain.” I could almost hear the inner struggle in her head about whether or not to grant my request.
She walked over to the couch and plopped down. “Enlighten me,” she said flatly.
Not wasting a moment that she could possibly change her mind, I flew to her side on the couch.
“Okay,” I began tentatively, “Last spring Jobu’s Rum played at the SXSW music festival in Austin which is where we met Bentley and her brother, Jag. They are the co-owners of a reputable talent agency. They fell in love with band and offered to represent us. Shortly after that, things really picked up for us.”
“For who – Jobu’s Rum
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