Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Her breathing was still labored. “W-what do y-you mean? You can’t?”
Shrugging, I replied, “I can’t do this.”
She quickly adjusted of her tits in her dress, pouting. “Can’t get him up, Quinn? I see you don’t have the same reputation as your cousin did. I had no problem getting his dick hard.”
My mouth fell open. “You’ve fucked Charlie?”
Natalie gave me a smirk and replied, “It was a long time ago, but still, I guess it isn’t in the blood.”
I couldn’t believe my damn ears. “Yeah, well, maybe I smelled a skank.” The moment the words were out I wanted to take them back. Before I could apologize, Natalie replied.
Her eyes turned black, and she slapped me across the face. “Fuck you, Mason Quinn!”
Ouch. I certainly deserved that.
The next thing I heard was the door slamming and her heels clicking down the hall as she walked away.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat alone in that room before I stood and dragged in a deep breath. I made my way back into the main living room and glanced around, looking for Saylor. Jack caught my eye and nodded as he walked over to me.
“Jesus Christ, what did you do to Natalie? She came tearing into the living room cursing like a damn sailor and then stormed out.”
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “Great. That’s just what I need. Where’s Saylor?”
Jack laughed. “Natalie wasn’t the only one who was pissed. When your co-worker saw her, she must have put two and two together. She took off with Drake right after.”
My stomach dropped. “Drake? Who the fuck is Drake?”
With a loud bark of laughter, Jack shook his head. “Seriously, dude, you don’t bring a date to a party and then fuck a different girl in my spare office.”
“I didn’t fuck Natalie. I wasn’t into her.”
He lifted his chin. “Oh, so that explains why she was so damn pissed.”
My anger was quickly beginning to build. “Who is this Drake asshole with my date?”
Now Jack’s face fell, and he slowly shook his head. “Mason. Listen to yourself. If Saylor was truly your date, you wouldn’t have dragged another woman off to screw, regardless if your dick was working or not. You introduced her to everyone as your work collogue and then left her to fend for herself.”
“I brought her here so she could meet some people. She’s new in town. I didn’t realize that meant I had to be stuck to her like glue.”
“Then make up your goddamn mind,” he shot back in a loud whisper. “She’s either a co-worker or your date. Either way, you sneaking off to release your snake was a shit thing to do. I don’t blame the woman for leaving and, to be honest, Drake’s a good guy. Rich, funny, and not a douche.”
Ouch. That one hurt more than the slap.
“Yeah, well, thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me, Jack. I’m out of here.”
“Mason. Come on, dude.”
I lifted my hand and gave him a wave. “Love the house. Left my gift on the table.”
“Mason!” Jack cried out as I left.
The second I hit the lobby, I raced out to the valet Jack had hired for the night. “I need my car, fast. A hundred bucks if you bring it up next.”
I handed the young kid a hundred and he smiled. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
I reached for my phone and pulled up Saylor’s number. I quickly typed out a message.
Me: Where are you?
Saylor: Why do you care? You actually abandoned me twice tonight. Thanks for that…Mr. Quinn.
Me: Where in the fuck are you, Saylor? You don’t know New York, and you don’t know the guy you’re with.
Saylor: You clearly knew the girl you snuck off with. Though then again, maybe you didn’t. Hope you used protection. Wait! This might not be an appropriate conversation between two co-workers. Colleagues. Work associates, and last but certainly my favorite: boss and employee.
The valet pulled up with my car and handed me the keys. “Thanks,” I mumbled as I got in. Hitting the steering wheel, I yelled out a loud, “Fuck!” What in the hell was this girl doing to me? I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted to do was find this Drake guy and punch the living shit out of him.
I hit the gas and headed over to Saylor’s place. I had no idea if she would be there or not, but I had every intention of sitting outside her damn door until she got home.
I slammed my brakes in front of Saylor’s expensive-ass Manhattan apartment building and threw my BMW into park. The doorman rushed over to me.
“Sir, you can’t leave your car there.”
Handing him a hundred, I said, “Park it in Ms. Night’s spot.”
“Will you be here all evening, sir?”
Stopping, I looked at him and grinned. “Yes.”
The second doorman at the desk recognized me from earlier. “Ah, good evening, Mr. Quinn. Will you be visiting Ms. Night?”