Page 7 of Prince of Pain
“You got a party we can go to?” I asked, the waitress joining us a second later, so we ordered coffee before he replied.
“I might be throwing a rager this afternoon. Massive pool party. You got a bathing suit?”
“I’ll just swim naked,” I shrugged, his eyes heating.
“You know, I wish you’d stop running out on me after we fuck. I think we’d be good together.”
“I don’t date, Mase.”
“Me either. We could be a hot mess together,” he winked, making me laugh.
“It would be a fucking train wreck.”
“Worth it,” he answered, taking our coffees from the waitress as she returned, sliding mine towards me. “So, why did you drive a town over just for coffee? It’s not that good here.”
I sipped the steaming cup, moaning slightly as it touched my tongue. “It’s the best fucking coffee between Ashburn Valley and Stoneleigh. Everywhere else just makes coffee that tastes like dirt. The only good coffee shop in Ashburn Valley shut down when the owner retired a few years ago.”
“You have that flashy car but can’t afford your own fancy coffee machine?” he scoffed, my eyes narrowing over my cup. He knew I didn’t come from money.
“That was a gift.”
“From Ry?”
“No. Why the fuck would he buy me a car? It was from my sister. Her ex’s grandfather took pity on her for putting up with the prick, so he sent her millions of dollars. Why can’t I get that kind of luck?” I demanded, making him smirk.
“Hey, that’s what getting knocked up by rich dudes is for. They either give you hush money, or have to marry you and share their fortune.”
“I don’t want a baby.”
“You can give them away once you’ve gotten the money.”
I rubbed my temples, trying to figure out how I ended up acquainted with this idiot.
“Oh, sure. I’ll just let a baby destroy my body for nine months, then pawn it off to someone else. No thanks. I’m trying to get my body just how I want it, and that would set me back by a mile.”
He frowned, tilting his head as he ran his gaze over me. “You’re not happy with your body? Temp, you’re gorgeous. You’re fucking the wrong guys if they haven’t given you an ego. You need to slide into my bed more often, I’ll fix that.”
“When’s this party?” I asked, not wanting to talk about all the things wrong with my body. “I’ll spend the night with you.”
That caught his attention.
“It starts in an hour. We could probably get there early. Finish your coffee and we’ll go,” he suggested, finishing his own before waiting for me.
A day with Mason would cheer me up, especially if he brought his usual stash of pills.
My day was about to get a whole lot better.
Ryder
The sex tape played for the second time on my phone that morning, and I let out a defeated sigh as I watched. It was like the more I tried to ignore her, the more she popped up in my life.
She wasn’t my fucking problem.
I climbed out of bed and scrunched my nose at the cheap perfume scent that filled the room.
The girl who’d ended up under me after the track hadn’t liked it when I’d kicked her out at midnight, and as much as I knew it was a dick move, I needed her to get the fuck away from me. She hadn’t sated the need inside of me, our vanilla sex boring me to the point I faked that I finished.
That was happening more than I cared to admit lately.