Page 12 of Prince of Pain
From what I’d heard, Channing didn’t have much to do with his family. Having freedom had meant more to him than the money, so he’d either walked away from it himself, or been cut off financially.
Everything he had, he’d earned himself.
“There you are,” Mason said as he sidled up to me. “Come join us in the pool.”
“Didn’t Tempest tell you that me and her aren’t exactly friends right now?” I asked, pouring another drink. “If I knew she was going to be here I wouldn’t have bothered coming.”
He frowned, tilting his head. “She mentioned not seeing you much lately but she didn’t say you two were fighting. What happened?”
“Nothing fucking happened. I got out of rehab and know how toxic she is. For my own sake, I can’t deal with her. It’s not like we were even friends to begin with. We just got high and fucked a few times.”
That was bullshit, but making myself believe that made things a lot easier for me.
“We all know you don’t stick your dick in the same pussy twice, so she was more than a lay,” Mason chuckled. “Can’t even sway you into the pool with a threeway?”
“Sure. Pick any other pussy besides Tempest.” I rolled my eyes when he huffed, crossing my arms as he assessed me. “What? I don’t want to fuck her, dude.”
I heard Tempest’s snort of disgust before she moved out from behind Mason, her lip curled in a sneer. I wanted to fuck it right off her damn face. She was such a brat.
“Good because I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.”
“Good to see you too, Temp,” I said with a scoff, her eyebrow arching.
“Is it? Might want to try and convince me a little harder so maybe I’ll believe you.” She turned to Mason and started flirting, giving me a moment to run my gaze over her. Despite her scarred thighs, she only wore a bra and panties, not caring about people seeing them.
At least she’d covered up a little since climbing out of the pool.
She used to hide her self-harm, but she didn’t seem to give a shit now. Unless she was around her parents, she hid it pretty well around them.
I had no idea how they hadn’t found out with the number of sex tapes that had gotten out. Surely, someone who knew them would’ve noticed and told them by now.
My eyes caught on fresh cuts on her inner arms, and I had to stop myself from grabbing them to get a better look. They were definitely getting deeper.
“Ry?” I lifted my gaze to Mason’s, the smirk on his face telling me he thought he’d caught me perving on her. Tempest’s emotionless eyes watched me, knowing exactly what I was looking at. She was daring me to say something, but I wasn’t going to embarrass her like that.
I had to stop caring so much because if I didn’t keep my distance?We’d be on a one-way trip to an early grave together.
“What?” I replied, sliding my eyes back to Mason. “Can’t you fuck girls on your own?”
“You’re a dick. I asked if you wanted some powder? Channing got a wicked batch,” Mason grinned, sliding his arm around Tempest’s waist. “Temp said you love the stuff.”
“I’m clean.” Why did no one understand that? “And Tempest fucking knows it. I’m not interested.”
“You’re a buzzkill. Go sit in the old people corner and drink your beer then,” Mason said with a huff, leading Tempest towards the pool house without a backwards glance.
I watched them go, clenching and unclenching my fists to remind myself that I was in control. The thought of an easy high always tempted me, it was literally right there in that pool house, but I hated who I became when I was high.
I needed to find some pussy to distract me.
I looked around, my eyes landing on a group of girls. One was definitely jailbait but the others looked older.
I walked towards them while forcing myself not to stumble like an idiot, giving them my panty-dropping smile.
“Which one of you is legal?” One faked a gag, but the younger one ran her eyes over me with interest. “Not you, jailbait. I want ID from you if you think you’re getting anywhere near my dick.”
I wasn’t risking being put on the sex offenders list.
“I’m not a kid, I’m sixteen!” she snapped, a bark of laughter leaving me.