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“I don’t want to go to your house either! I hate that place,” I say through gritted teeth because he’s not backing off and now, I’m pissed.
“In case you forgot, you live there too. And I’m not about to leave you here alone so you can try to kill yourself again or some shit like a fucking idiot!” he snaps right back at me. His words pierce through my walls, bringing back the memories I tried to forget the entire plane ride here.
“And whose fault was that, asshole? You know what? Fuck you! I don’t even want to live in that disease-ridden mansion with all the skanks that parade around there!” I snap and then groan out loud. Why the hell do I even care what the fuck that asshole does anyway?
That one fuck on the plane isn’t going to magically make him turn into a decent human being again because Mason King doesn’t give a shit about me. He’s still the prick I left to get away from and his attitude right now is proof.
“If you don’t get in the car in the next second, I’m going to carry you to it myself!” he demands of me when I just keep standing there. He shoots me with a look that shows his frustrations, like he’s the only frustrated one here. I have to roll my eyes at that thought.
“Look, just because I let you fuck me on the plane and we joined the mile high club, it doesn’t mean you have the right to tell me what to do anymore. I was vulnerable and wanted to get rid of the adrenaline rush. I was just using you for your dick, nothing else!” I argue and watch his jaw clench at my words. Guess he doesn’t like the taste of his own medicine; you know, being used like nothing but a piece of meat like he’s done to me countless times since he started his “I hate Winter” campaign.
I don’t know what the hell he’s so mad about anyway when he’s been calling me all sorts of derogatory names and I’ve just had to deal with them. Now that I’m giving as good as I got, he’s pissed? Fucking men.
But just to piss his ass off a little more I continue, “Ooh, you should totally clone your dick for me. I like the dick but not the person it’s attached to. He needs a little work before he can even come close to being likable again,” I finish in a sugary sweet voice. I hear the other guys snickering.
I look over Mason’s shoulder and notice everyone’s rapt attention is on us, and I let out a groan. We’re giving them another free show like always. I wonder if I made a run for it if I’d manage to get away. I guess he knew what I was thinking, and it seems he’s reached the end of his rope, because in the next second, he’s stalking closer to me.
He bends down and places his hands behind my legs before lifting me up and off the ground and stalking over to the waiting limo. I’m surprised he didn’t just throw me over his shoulder like he usually would. Hmm, I think he remembered about the wound on my stomach, and I have to try not to get any butterflies at the thought that secretly he might still care a little.
When we’re at the car’s door, he puts me down on my feet again and pushes me in before climbing in after me. I make a move to open the other door but he’s not having it. He pulls me onto his lap to keep me in and I make a disapproving grunt.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snap at him.
“So, help me God, I will not be held responsible for my actions if you don’t sit the fuck down and behave! Somebody has to keep your ass in line!” he snaps, and I just roll my eyes at him. What a jerk.
I’m annoyed that he still has so much power over me and can make me do what he wants. It’s a hard pill to swallow. I try to move off his lap again, but he pulls me in right on top of his dick and wraps his arm around me right under my breasts. I wiggle around just to annoy him some more.
His other hand lands on my leg, holding me still. A moment later, his lips are next to my ear before he’s grumbling into it.
“If you don’t want me to fuck your pussy in front of everyone, I suggest you stop wiggling on my dick. I know you’re still a slut for my cock, but don’t worry, you can have it again later when we get home.” He growls into my ear and it’s like a bucket of cold water landing on me because I forgot about everyone else for a second.
“Ugh! Shut up! It’s not your dick I want anymore, it’s Antonio’s!” The words tumble out of me before I can stop them, and I instantly feel his body change, stiffening at my words. Yep, he’s definitely pissed again now. Thankfully, I’m saved from hearing his reply when everyone else climbs in one by one and no one even bats an eye at my position on his lap.
“Thanks again for the help, guys!” I say with enough attitude for them to know I’m mad.
“This fucked-up relationship that you two have, you need to figure it out on your own. We’re not touching that shit anymore,” Royce says, and I flip him the bird.
“You almost fucking died so I suggest you two stop playing with each other’s lives and either work it out or stay the fuck away from each other. This toxic shit has put everyone through the wringer, and we can’t deal with it anymore!” Riley says this time.
“Did anyone else hear something squeaking?” I ask. Yeah, yeah, I know that was petty as hell and I’m being a bitch, but I’m still mad at her.
Obviously, she’s right of course, but I’m not about to tell her that. I’m just not in the right state of mind to even process her words, much less apologize. So, she’ll have to wait a little longer before I can say I’m sorry and the best course of action is to avoid her.
“Stop acting like a bitch,” Mason says, and I just flip him off too.
The rest of the ride is quiet, and the driver takes Mason, Grayson, and me home first before taking everyone else to their respective homes. I don’t even have the energy to say bye to anyone as I get out of the car and make my way up the steps with both of them following me.
That trip was supposed to be a relaxing one to forget about all the shit that was happening here with Mason and everything else going wrong in my life, but a lot of good that shit did because once again, I was put through the fucking wringer and lost my shit.
I wish my father was here to tell me it’ll all be okay. Without him here to guide me, it feels like I keep losing myself over and over. I’m self-destructing without knowing how to pull myself together again.
I let out a long sigh as we step through the doors and into the foyer. The first thing I see is my mother walking down the stairs and I inwardly let out a groan, knowing that she’ll have something dumb to say. I didn’t want to see her at all with the mood I’m currently in. She stops at the base of the stairs when she sees us.
“What on earth happened to you? You look like you’re homeless.” That’s the first thing my mother says to me. I see her look down at my arms, but she doesn’t even say a word or ask about it. She just has a little smile on her face, and I have to wonder what the hell she’s smiling about. Why the hell did I even think she’d care that I almost died? She must have heard about it all by now but even if she hadn’t, you can’t miss what those bandages on someone’s arm mean.
“Always a fucking pleasure being in your presence, Mother,” I snap, feeling myself getting choked up for some reason. I don’t even wait for a reply from her. I just rush past her and go up the stairs to my so-called room in this hellhole.
If I stayed in her presence any longer, there’s no doubt she’d just continue to shred me to pieces and my mind is already fragile at this point. I don’t need her to push me off the other ledge I’m on.
