Page 24 of Mase
“Lucky you,” I snipe back.
His eyebrows fly into his hairline, but he continues on as if I didn’t just call him out. “His attorneys informed me that I’m your guardian until you finish school.”
The banana falls from my hand onto the counter, and my mouth drops open. “What?”
Mase looks smug, his eyes glimmering with retribution. “That’s right. I’m essentially your daddy.”
“M-my…” My words fail me.
He chuckles, but it’s patronizing, lacking humor. “I’m in charge of your ass, Summer. So, no more whoring yourself out until you finish school, at least. Then you can do whatever the hell you want.” He shrugs, wearing a calculating smile.
His words are like a dagger to my heart, slicing through it and crippling me. Tears spring to my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Instead, I straighten my spine and blink them away.
“It’s okay. I learned a hard lesson that day. Some men don’t know how to please you at all.” Then I lift my chin, scoop up the banana, and drop it into the bin. Pasting a smile on my face, I sway my hips as I walk out the door and head to school.
Mason Campbell can go fuck himself because I wouldn’t go near him if he paid me. Again.
ELEVEN
MASE
“It’s okay.I learned a hard lesson that day. Some men don’t know how to please you at all.” Her sexy ass sashays out of the room while her words ricochet around my mind like a drum beating repetitively.
I clench my teeth so hard they hurt.
Why the fuck do those words bother me so damn much anyway? Tara’s taunts come to mind. After years of her throwing insults at me, I shouldn’t be surprised Summer’s words cut so deep.
“Morning, sir, would you like me to make you a coffee?”
My eyes snap up toward Hugh’s. “Huh?”
“Coffee?” He nods toward the espresso machine with a supercilious smile.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“It was a late night for you, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I grunt, replaying her words again. One after the fucking other.
My focus remains on the doors she walked through overan hour ago, and I realize I didn’t hear the garage door when she left.
“Does she drive to school?”
“I’m afraid Miss Summer doesn’t have a car. Your father liked to keep control over her. She can be quite the handful,” Hugh states, and my attention is back on him. “You did well to get the house straight for this morning.”
I ignore his comment. He knows damn well I had a team come in and take care of things. Instead, I ask what’s been eating away at me all night long. “How long does she have left at school?”
After leaving her room and organizing for a team of cleaners to come in, I was torn between slipping back into her bedroom and holding her hostage, convinced she was going to run after the punk who left her half-naked ass in bed, or spend the rest of the night jerking off to memories of her trying to take my cock while simultaneously not giving her a choice in the matter. The latter won out, and now, when I thought I’d emptied my balls completely, they’re proving me otherwise. I’m like a damn horny teenager all over again. Only, this time, I’m more determined than ever not to get screwed over by a woman.
“Only a few months,” Hugh replies. “She turned eighteen just after your father passed away.”
I nod and breathe a sigh of relief. At least she was eighteen when I fucked her, just like she said. That’s good; I can work with that. And do what? I’m not sure. Fuck her again? Pack her bags? Something along those lines. I drag a hand down my face.Ugh. As. Fucking. If.I want the girl, so what’s the point in denying it.
“My father made me her fucking guardian until she finishes school.”
“I heard.” He grimaces, and I narrow my eyes. The walls have fucking eyes in this place. It was the same when I was a child. I never could take a step out of line without my fatherknowing about it, and I can’t help but wonder just how much input Hugh had in that. How much does he know? Everything, no doubt.
“Who was her mother?”
