Page 22 of Mase
Levi Williamson is hot, sure, but he knows it, and the guy is also a major douche. In fact, he’s a womanizing pig. He treats girls like they’re disposable, then he moves onto the next before he’s barely kicked the other to the curb, and what do the girls do? They throw themselves all over him, like he’s the last man on earth.
“Oh, God, he’s coming over,” I whisper, tugging my dress down.
When Travis told me I looked incredible as I slipped on the little red number, I actually believed him. He’s the only person besides Sinner who’s ever made me feel beautiful.
“You don’t need to pull it down any more, Summer. How about you just take it off?” Levi smirks and takes another sip from his red cup.
“How about you leave her the fuck alone?” Travis spits back, stepping in front of me.
“Jealous?” Levi mocks, staring Travis down.
I step up behind Travis and rest my hand on his back. “It’s okay, Trav.” I step to the side. “There’s no way in hell you’d be able to make me take it off,” I sneer in the arrogant asshole’s direction.
A crowd is gathering around us, and my cheeks heat. “Really?” He chuckles. “I think this might do it.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s thrown the contents of his cup at my dress, the liquid drenching the material, and chills sweep through me.
“You fucking asshole,” Travis roars before driving his fist into Levi’s nose, causing blood to spray through the air.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, tugging on Travis’s T-shirt. My instant reaction is to get him out of here before Levi’s minions arrive as backup. “Trav, come on. Let’s go.”
Always my protector, Travis reluctantly allows me to pull him out of the kitchen, spitting and snarling in Levi’s direction as we go. “Come on. I need to go change,” I coax.
The moment my bedroom door is shut, I relax. The throbbing in my temple has been there all day again, along with a wave of dizziness, nausea, and fatigue.
“You look like shit,” Travis remarks, heading toward my bathroom.
“Gee, thanks!”
I lift the dress over my head and drop it to the floor, then step in front of the mirror and grimace. Turning from side to side, I rest a hand on my lower stomach.
“What the hell am I going to do?” I whisper.
“Bed. Relax for a bit, then we’ll go back out there and kick them all out,” Travis says, coming back into the room, shirtless, his six-pack gleaming under the light. “And stop staring at me like that. You look like you want to eat me alive.” He throws the comforter back on my bed. “Come on. In you get,” he rumbles. “I’m going to hold you and my bubba for a little while.” Anxiety coupled with guilt eats away at me as I slide into the sheets and let him do just that.
That same heaviness I’ve been feeling for weeks now comes over me, and I rest my head on my pillow and close my eyes. Then I allow myself to succumb to the darkness, where he waits for me. Those green eyes shimmer back at me with intensity, holding me captive with his possessive dominance.
TEN
SUMMER
The sun beamsinto my room, and the birds chirp, but I’m miserable. I’m hiding away in my bedroom until I have to leave for school, hoping and praying I don’t see Mase this morning. After falling asleep last night, I managed to stay in ignorant bliss. Today, however, is going to be worse than yesterday; I can feel it. The tension in the house literally radiates through the walls, and the feeling of being watched burns through my skin. I burrow deeper into the sheets, trying to stave off the inevitable fallout.
Ignorance is bliss if you allow it to be, and that’s something I’ve become very accustomed to, it seems.
My phone buzzes beside my bed, and I reach my hand out of the sheets to grab it.
Travis: Are you okay?
Me: No.
Travis: Feel sick?
Travis: Have you seen your brother yet?
Me: No and No.
Travis: Do you want me to come over so we can talk to him together?
