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Elyse and-
My thoughts about Jackson and Elyse were fleeting. I looked up as a slight draft blew in when the front door opened. I tensed when I noticed Mason walk into the restaurant. What? Why is he here?
He was with a beautiful brunette who was about my height. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she looked up at him with starry eyes. It was the same look I used to give him back when I was a green college student with no real clue. His hand was on the small of her back as he guided her over to the bar. I was purely disgusted. The girl made sure to show off her abundant cleavage that was shown beneath her very low cut, tight-fitting red top.
“You’re so sexy when you’re pissed.” Ian suddenly smirked in my ear. I had forgotten Ian was sitting next to me, and that I was at a table full of friends.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked, whispering to him.
“I know a pissed bitch when I see one.” He winked at me. “Not that you’re a bitch. You seem like a really sweet girl. Maybe too sweet, eh?”
“You think I’m too nice?” I asked, blinking.
“Yep.” He took a swig from his Guinness.
I looked over at Mason out of the corner of my eye as he now had a hand on the woman’s hip while they stood by the bar. My blood boiled. I saw red. It’s sick that I am so jealous. Maybe I should move to Ohio to get away from this mess. I was running into Mason way too much lately. I needed a fresh start.
“If you want to play at his game, I’d be more than happy to help. Let me take you out for a real drink.” Ian grinned with a take-it-or-leave-it casual tone.
I bit my lower lip. He was really handsome. I sipped my water and glanced at Mason as he pulled away from his latest flavor. Mason’s gaze looked over and met with mine. His eyes were stormy, and there was no satisfaction on his face. I saw the flare in his eyes when he saw that I was sitting with Ian. Mason looked positively murderous as he raked his eyes over Ian. I rolled my eyes. I love this double standard.
I turned to Ian. “Okay, that sounds like fun. When?”
“Next Wednesday,” Ian gave me another sexy grin.
I could only smile, and we exchanged numbers.
“I’ll text you, sweetness.” That term he used for me reminded me of Mason.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” I looked to Ian with a smile, but Elyse overheard me.
“Do you want me to come with?”
“No, I’ll be quick.”
She shrugged and sipped her drink. “I’m going to eat your fries.”
“You do that.” I laughed lightly, but inside, my heart was still aching from the obnoxious public display Mason gave, obviously for my benefit. Asshole.
I walked around the corner toward the lit sign that pointed toward the restrooms. I made my way down the shallow hall, when suddenly I felt a firm hand grab me, whirl me around, and pin me against the wall. I saw Mason’s fiery gaze look down on me.
“Get off me!” I pushed him away. The strength in my arms surprised even me, and I watched him back up.
He was relentless, and pushed me against the wall again. Before I could move away from his grasp, he grabbed me and hoisted me up against the wall as he used to… I was resentful, and yet I still wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I’m not letting you go,” He growled against my ear. “I’m tired of these fucking games. Give me five minutes.”
I turned my head away from him.
“You just had your hand plastered against some other woman. You’re the one playing games!”
I was bold, and poked him right in the chest to emphasize my point.
“You’re fiery,” He said with appreciation, but there was still darkness in his eyes. I really wanted to punch him.
“I’ve learned a lot.” I responded coolly. I glared at him defiantly, but he held me in place against the wall, and pressed his cock against the apex of my thighs.
“I’m tired of playing these
My thoughts about Jackson and Elyse were fleeting. I looked up as a slight draft blew in when the front door opened. I tensed when I noticed Mason walk into the restaurant. What? Why is he here?
He was with a beautiful brunette who was about my height. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she looked up at him with starry eyes. It was the same look I used to give him back when I was a green college student with no real clue. His hand was on the small of her back as he guided her over to the bar. I was purely disgusted. The girl made sure to show off her abundant cleavage that was shown beneath her very low cut, tight-fitting red top.
“You’re so sexy when you’re pissed.” Ian suddenly smirked in my ear. I had forgotten Ian was sitting next to me, and that I was at a table full of friends.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked, whispering to him.
“I know a pissed bitch when I see one.” He winked at me. “Not that you’re a bitch. You seem like a really sweet girl. Maybe too sweet, eh?”
“You think I’m too nice?” I asked, blinking.
“Yep.” He took a swig from his Guinness.
I looked over at Mason out of the corner of my eye as he now had a hand on the woman’s hip while they stood by the bar. My blood boiled. I saw red. It’s sick that I am so jealous. Maybe I should move to Ohio to get away from this mess. I was running into Mason way too much lately. I needed a fresh start.
“If you want to play at his game, I’d be more than happy to help. Let me take you out for a real drink.” Ian grinned with a take-it-or-leave-it casual tone.
I bit my lower lip. He was really handsome. I sipped my water and glanced at Mason as he pulled away from his latest flavor. Mason’s gaze looked over and met with mine. His eyes were stormy, and there was no satisfaction on his face. I saw the flare in his eyes when he saw that I was sitting with Ian. Mason looked positively murderous as he raked his eyes over Ian. I rolled my eyes. I love this double standard.
I turned to Ian. “Okay, that sounds like fun. When?”
“Next Wednesday,” Ian gave me another sexy grin.
I could only smile, and we exchanged numbers.
“I’ll text you, sweetness.” That term he used for me reminded me of Mason.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” I looked to Ian with a smile, but Elyse overheard me.
“Do you want me to come with?”
“No, I’ll be quick.”
She shrugged and sipped her drink. “I’m going to eat your fries.”
“You do that.” I laughed lightly, but inside, my heart was still aching from the obnoxious public display Mason gave, obviously for my benefit. Asshole.
I walked around the corner toward the lit sign that pointed toward the restrooms. I made my way down the shallow hall, when suddenly I felt a firm hand grab me, whirl me around, and pin me against the wall. I saw Mason’s fiery gaze look down on me.
“Get off me!” I pushed him away. The strength in my arms surprised even me, and I watched him back up.
He was relentless, and pushed me against the wall again. Before I could move away from his grasp, he grabbed me and hoisted me up against the wall as he used to… I was resentful, and yet I still wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I’m not letting you go,” He growled against my ear. “I’m tired of these fucking games. Give me five minutes.”
I turned my head away from him.
“You just had your hand plastered against some other woman. You’re the one playing games!”
I was bold, and poked him right in the chest to emphasize my point.
“You’re fiery,” He said with appreciation, but there was still darkness in his eyes. I really wanted to punch him.
“I’ve learned a lot.” I responded coolly. I glared at him defiantly, but he held me in place against the wall, and pressed his cock against the apex of my thighs.
“I’m tired of playing these
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