Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Mason chuckles deeply again. “The game of who’s going to break first.”
“Excuse me?”
The light clicks on in his room, and now I see that he’s lying in bed. The sheet is over him, but I blush when I see how obscenely tented it is over his throbbing hard cock. I watch the sheet rustle, and I gasp when I realize he’s still jerking his cock under the sheet.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe out.
“I’m just going to do my thing,” he purrs into the phone. “But when you decide you’ve had enough?” he chuckles. “Well, you know where to find me.”
I groan. “You motherfucker.”
“Sweet dreams, Layla,” he grins. “And don’t forget, you can just say the word that you’re caving first, and I’ll—”
I hang up and stomp out of the bathroom. But goddamn it, the first thing I do is fall into bed face-first and rub my aching clit until I come screaming his name into the pillows.
I think I’m in trouble.
Chapter Seven
Mason
“So how’s the pool business.”
I’m startled for a second by my dad’s gruff voice behind me. I turn around and lean against the kitchen counter and I open the beer I just pulled out of the fridge. My pulse is still hammering in my ears after seeing Layla, again. Teasing her was fun but ending just to push her buttons was hard a fuck to do. All I want to do is march right over there, kick her door in, rip her clothes off, pin her to the bed, and fuck the hell out of her, like I know she needs and wants.
But instead, I pumped my cock with my hand until I shot my cum across my abs and thighs. Now, twenty minutes and a shower later, I steel myself to get my head chewed off by my dad. My mother might actually be a bad person, deep down in her core. My dad isn’t, but he sure plays the part pretty fucking well.
“It’s good,” I shrug. “Keeps me busy.”
“Keeps you distracted from tackling your shit, you mean,” he grunts.
“Whatever you say, dad.” I roll my eyes and take a sip of my beer.
“Put that down.”
I frown and look at him. “Huh?”
“The beer,” he mutters. “Enough.”
I stare at him. “Are you serious?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Dad, I’m twenty-one. I bought it, for fuck’s sake.”
He glares at me. “Watch your goddamn mouth. And I don’t care if you bought it or how much of a grown man you think you are. When you get kicked out of goddamn Stanford and move back here, you give up those privileges.”
I roll my eyes, and he snaps. He storms over and yanks the beer out of my hands. I snarl, and I grab it back before stepping away from him.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem?!” he hisses. “My problem is you deciding to throw away your damn future and be a goddamn pool boy!”
I glare at him. “I didn’t ‘throw away my future,’ dad. I was proving a point, and the university overreacted.”
“So what now? Just clean pools and mooch off us?”
I frown. “No, dad, the plan is to work on the algorithm and iron out the bugs, and then I can pitch it to Google or something.”
He rolls his eyes. “You want to be a big man, Mason? Then grow the hell up and drop the pipe dreams.”
My jaw grinds tight. “It’s not a pipe dream,” I mutter. “Dad, this thing could change the way people shop online.”
“Yeah, and I might pick the right lottery numbers tomorrow,” he says sighing heavily. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get that dean on the phone again.”
“No, dad—”
“I’m going to take out my checkbook, and I’m going to fix this the way things get fixed. We’ll give them a library wing or something. You’ll go back, and you’ll major in pre-law, like we discussed.”
“It’s not happening.”
“It goddamn is!” he snaps. “Enough with the computer game crap, Mason! It’s time to grow up! Grow up, become a respectable lawyer just like all the men in our family, and then, you can have that big boy beer, okay?”
I take a long, slow pull of the beer, looking him in the eyes, and he scowls.
“That’s your life, dad. This is mine.”
“No, your life is mine right now. You’re living in my house, under my roof.”
“Fine, then I’ll move.”
He snickers. “Good luck with that.” He sighs. “Damnit, Mason, I don’t enjoy being a hard ass like this. But I want what’s best for you.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes this time.
“By this time next week, I want you in a suit and tie, at my offices in the mail room, and I want your letter of apology to that school in my hands. Is that understood?”
I just hold his eyes. “And if it’s not?”
“If it’s not, there will be serious consequences, Mason,” he growls. He shakes his head at me. “Don’t push me on this one, son. I will go scorched earth if it means securing you a future.”