Page 70 of Please Hate Me

“Did you hear me?” I asked as I turned her to face me.

Mason shrunk in the chair slightly.

“It’s not Lavender making me walk funny,” she whispered.

My eyes widened.

“... Okay?”

Her cheeks turned the most delicious shade of red as she squeaked. Vocal tics were an old nervous habit of hers; the familiar sound warmed my heart.

“Do you care to elaborate?” I questioned.

Her attention turned toward her feet.

“Cameron and I kind of…” She trailed off before swallowing. Shame dripped from her words.

“His dick is huge.”

Jealousy surged through me like a tsunami, destroying every grounding thought I had. Cameron was my boyfriend, and I was used to sharing him. Fuck, Ilovedsharing him. Why should I be jealous that Mason slept with him?

That’s when I realized Mason wasn’t the one I was envious of.

I forced myself to remain calm on the outside, but inside, I was seething. Not at her—at myself.

“Yeah, it is,” I scoffed. “But he doesn’treallyknow what he’s doing.”

I knew damn well that was a lie. Cameron knew how to use every inch of his massive frame. He had fucked me silly time and time again. But...Iwanted that kind of praise from her. I wanted her to enjoy my body as she did his. I wanted her to love—fuck me. I just wanted her to fuck me, that was all.

Mason looked up, a sly smirk on her lips.

“He doesn’t? You could have fooled me.”

Her response ignited an undeniable fire in my stomach.

“His hands are too large for him to pay attention to the details,” I continued.

Her smirk deepened. “He did just fine with me.”

There was mischief written on her face. Did she know what she was doing? Her gaze flicked to the zipper of my pants. This fucking brat was playing me like a fiddle.

This was going to befun.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to get me to fuck you.”

“You think I’m what?” She gasped, feigning innocence as she batted her eyes.

I shook my head and bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. Some things never change, and apparently, Mason being a horny bitch was on that list.

Unfortunately, as all the blood in my body rushed to the wrong head, I realized that I, too, was a horny bitch.

Maybethat’swhat was wrong with me. Maybe I didn’t have feelings for Mason at all. I just wanted to fuck her, and once I did, I wouldn’t have to think about her ever again. It was a long shot, but it was a hell of a lot better than admitting to myself that I might still be in love with Mason-fucking-Albright.

Chapter 21

Mason

Lucian’s nails dug into the leather armrests on either side of me as a crooked grin unfurled on his lips. His gaze trailed down my body like hot fudge, sticking to all my curves, leaving an undeniable warmth in its wake. Sex with Lucian probably wasn’t a solid idea, but he had been so kind and gentle with me this morning. I had obviously hurt him with the way I left years ago; the least I could do now was show him a good time. He deserved that much.

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