Page 73 of Mase
UNKNOWN: Tomorrow. Come alone.
Turning back to my bed, I stuff Mase’s T-shirt into my backpack, then grab my purse, throw my bag onto my shoulder, and open my bedroom door.
I slink through the door, but loud laughter brings my feet to a halt, and like someone has doused me in cold water, I freeze at the sound of a bed squeaking coming from Mase’s room.
My heart plummets, and it’s painful, so freaking painful.
Please, no.
My mouth is suddenly dry, my throat clogged with prickly emotion, and I pray the tears forming in my eyes not to fall. Not yet.
Because he wouldn’t do this to me.
He wouldn’t do this to me and our babies.
He gave me his heart.
I inch toward his bedroom door, and the only thing I can hear is the steady thud of my heart thumping against my chest, beating so loud I feel like it’s vibrating through me, causing my pulse to skitter with a furious rush of anxiety.
He wouldn’t.
“Yes, Mase!” the woman screeches, and I wince, telling myself not to open the door, to leave, but something inside me tells me to do this. To force this torment on myself, to create this reminder that my happiness is just an illusion. “More!”
Sickness rolls in my stomach, bubbling and burning, threatening to expel at any second.
Please.
My throat burns, my eyes well with tears, and I clutch at my heart when a dull ache catches my breath.
Oh, God, what’s happening?
Please no, Mase.
I push open the door and peek inside. Mase has his jeans and boxers around his ankles, and it takes everything inside me to stifle the sob clawing up my throat.
Tara grinds down on him, throwing her head back in glee, and when he slowly pushes up into her, she lets out a joyous moan. My lungs seize as every part of me crumbles at what’shappening before my very eyes. He grips her wrists and pulls her toward him until she falls, her lips brushing over his, and I snick the door shut, careful not to make a sound. It’s only when my feet find the way to the neighboring house that I let my emotions out.
I pound on the front door, and when Gia opens it, I fall into her welcoming arms.
“Can you help me?” I cry out in desperation.
She clutches me to her chest. “Always. Come on, let’s get you inside, sweetheart.” Her term of endearment makes my heart twist; a bitter reminder of the sweet words whispered to me from Mase.
A bitter betrayal.
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Tara grindsdown on my limp cock like it’s a fucking pogo stick as I try and fail to regain control. What the hell is happening to me?
My vision is hazy, my head is cloudy, and each move I take to push her off makes her screech a noise that rings in my ears like a siren.
I feel like I’m fading away as I battle against her, but I refuse to give up the fight. This bitch is not going to do what she thinks she is.
“Do you need me to pretend I’m her?” She slaps my face, and I’m stunned before I shake her hand off me. She knows about Summer. This isn’t good. I attempt to push her off me, but she only cackles louder. “I have some little blue pills I can shove down your throat and get your cock hard. Then I’ll get all the evidence I need of you fucking me.” Her eyes are alight with insanity.
Jesus fucking Christ. I lived with her, and at one point in my miserable life, I actually thought I loved her.
