Page 18 of Mase
Owen: Gonna leave ya to it. Just find a fuck toy and lose yourself in them. You deserve it. Call me tomorrow and tell me what happened.
Reluctantly, I text him back, knowing how worried he is about me lately. Maybe he can sense the change in me from that night. I feel like I’m being torn in two, my head and my heart vying for opposing sides.
Me: Speak tomorrow.
Sure, there’re plenty of women in here, and judging by their hungry stares, it wouldn’t be difficult to get lost in one of them. But not a single one of them appeals to me. Nope, the only one who appeals to me is the girl with the username that is perfectly apt—Innocent Angel. I scoff at the irony. The girl might have been a virgin, but she was anything but innocent. She did look it, though. She certainly delivered on that. God, did she deliver.
I’m still contemplating searching for her. But how fucked up would that be? A man of thirty-four paying for sex from an eighteen-year-old, then tracking her down. Essentially, that would be stalking. My cock throbs at the thought, and thoughts of taking her roughly from behind in an alleyway of a crowded street begin to take hold.
“Another beer?” The server with the big tits smiles broadly at me.
They’re probably fake; everything else about her appears to be, and when she pushes her tits out farther, I slide out of the booth and throw a wad of money onto the table.
“No, thanks. I have a kid to get home to.”
She licks her lips like my words excite her. Great, sheprobably has a whole bunch of kids herself and thinks I’m about to play daddy. With that thought in mind, I hightail it out of there and grab the nearest cab, making a mental note to have my truck delivered to the mansion tomorrow.
Staring out the window, I don’t even take in my surroundings. My mind whirls from the day’s events.
Why the fuck couldn’t Reed have been there? He might have gotten me out of this shit. All of it.
The cab comes to a standstill, and my stomach sinks. Blowing out a deep breath, I look up at the mansion, the one I used to call home. My personal hell.
“That’ll be fifty bucks, man,” the taxi driver prompts when I fail to move.
I pull my wallet from my back pocket and fumble to get the money out, then shove the cash at him and throw open the door.
This is it.
At least the kid will be in bed now.
Coldness hits me, causing a dark foreboding sensation to skitter down my spine. A shadow of doom lingers over me, filling me with trepidation. Just being back here is like a nightmare come true. “Come on, Mase, pull yourself together. At least the bastard is dead now.” I bounce on the balls of my feet like I’m about to go to battle.
Pulling my shoulders back, I stride up the stone steps toward the mansion doors.
Music penetrates the walls as my hand rests on the door handle, and the vibrations cause the hairs on my neck to stand. Shouts and screams of joy filter through the thick wood.
What the actual fuck?
Are my father’s staff celebrating his demise? I wouldn’tblame them; he treated them like shit. There’s only ever been one to stick around for long—Hugh. The man must have been paid well to endure my father. Though, I do know he has a kid out there somewhere, maybe he funds them.
It sounds like the partygoers are destroying the damn property. My fucking property.
Throwing open the door, I step inside, and my eyes widen.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It looks like hundreds of teenagers partying. The foyer is crammed with near-naked bodies, and two women are grappling on the floor, their tits out, money being thrown at them from a crowd of young men. I glance around the room, trying to figure out what the hell is happening. Did someone sell this place already?
It looks like a damn frat house.
I push through the crowd of drunken partygoers, using my broad shoulders to barge them out of the way. The confusion coupled with the alcohol makes it difficult for me to grasp what is happening. Am I in theTwilight Zone?
The scent of alcohol in the air rolls my stomach. I’ve had too much of my own already, so the smell hits me like a Mack truck.
A DJ booth is set up in what was the dining room, with speakers blasting in each corner of the room and laser lights slicing through the air, and my temples pulsate with the impact.
Jesus, this is insane.
