Page 127 of Please Hate Me

Her bubblegum-pink lips pursed into a pout as she sunk onto my bed and crossed her ankles.

“The kids are playing with Cameron, and I’m bored,” she groaned.

Sophia tossed herself back onto the mattress, her platinum hair settling into a pool around her face.

Then why don’t you go do literally anything else?

Mason brushed her nose to my cheek before softly kissing me.

“I was hoping she could hang out with us for a bit,” Mason explained. “Maybe we could play a video game or something?”

Gaming with the girls didn’t sound like the worst way to spend my afternoon. But what Ireallywanted was to bend Mason over the mattress, shove her face in the pillows, and leave her gasping for air as I plunged my cock into her over, and over, and over again.

I was ready to tell Sophia, in the politest way possible, that she was being a cock block. Just as I opened my mouth, though, a much better idea popped into my head.

“I have no problem playing video games, but you’re both coated in sweat.” I gestured to their workout attire. “Why don’t you two go shower?”

I was more than a little shocked when Sophia invited me into the bathroom while she and Mason took a shower. I had hoped she would, but I was still surprised—our relationship hadn’t yet crossed into romance. I sat on the counter, watching their blurry figures dance across the frosted glass. The air was thick withsteam, and the shower steamer Mason had tossed in filled the room with the scent of grapefruit and roses.

Sophia reached down to grab a few pumps from one of Mason’s expensive shampoo bottles.

“Come here, Honeybee,” she purred. “Let me take care of you.”

Blood rushed to my cock as Mason complied. Sophia’s hands found Mason’s hair, disappearing into the dark mass as she scrubbed. Mason let out a soft, content“hmm.”

Goosebumps ran down my neck as my breathing slowed. My hand inched toward my erection, and I rubbed myself through the cotton of my sweatpants. A ripple of pleasure washed through me, but before I could weigh the pros and cons of masturbating with the girls inches away, Sophia decided to drum up a conversation with me.

“So, Sebby… How did you two start dating?”

I found her IP address and relentlessly pursued her no matter how many times she blocked me.

But that wasn’t the answer Sophia wanted, nor did I ever want Mason to know the measures I’d taken to keep her in my life. Instead of telling her the truth, I cleared my throat before settling on my default answer.

“Eh, we were friends for a while. We just happened to be single at the same time.”

Sophia’s fingers popped over the shower door as she grabbed the shower head from the wall before bringing it closer to Mason.

“And her being pregnant didn’t scare you off?”

“Sophia,” Mason warned.

A smile begged to cross my lips.

“What? When our ex, Ashley, was pregnant with the twins, she was practically boy-repellent!” Sophia defended. “Men hate responsibility… except for Lucian. He’s a weirdo.”

Hearing my brother’s name instantly killed my boner. God, I couldn’t wait until I finished my case and got us out of here. Sure, Mason might be a little sad for a few weeks while she mourned the breakup, but she’d get over it. And the privacy would besoworth it.

“Honestly? I don’t mind.” I scratched the hair at the base of my neck; it had grown just long enough to bother me, but I hadn’t had the time for a trim. “Plus, pregnancy looks good on Mason.”

I didn’t need to see Mason’s face to know my comment would turn her red.

The physical aspects of pregnancy weren’t what drew me in; I liked the mental changes it spawned. Thanks to her pregnancy, Mason had become needier, more emotional, and less confident, which was exactly what I needed for her to give me a chance.

Don’t get me wrong—I was a fantastic partner. I was wealthy and intelligent, and years in the gym had left my body strong and sculpted. When it came to conventional attractiveness ratings, I was a ten, even on my worst days.

I wasn’t delusional, though. Even accounting for my many boons, Mason was still way out of my league. Her musical talent and industry connections had kickstarted Mason’s fame; however, she became successful because of her temperament. Mason was funny and bright. When she wasn’t stuck inside a shell, her personality was absolutely magnetic. Like any human, she had her flaws, but they were easily forgiven in light of her many amazing qualities.

She could’ve literally had anyone in the world, but she chose me. In return, I would do anything to keep her happy.

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