And that’s ignoring the fact that I’ve never been to a place like this. The music is audible as soon as we get out of the car, and it assaults me once Dave leads the way past the bouncers—who greet him with a nod like they know him—and through the door.
Even though I’m the assistant, Dave is the one handling everything right now, finding the right people to ask to lead us to Mason, pulling out his phone, typing something in, then guiding me in front of him, where he leans down to speak close to my ear. “The car’s moving around to the back entrance so we won’t get mobbed on our way out.”
I nod, dazed and slow. “Good idea,” I manage to respond, but I don’t even know if Dave heard me, because he’s already straightened, and it’s so loud that even if I shouted, my voice would still be lost in the cacophony.
Dave guides me down a long hallway like he knows exactly where he’s going. Like maybe he’s been here before. Hell, for all I know, the guys come here all the time when they’re in the area, and Mason making me do it without giving me any clues was some kind of test. Or just his way of making my life harder, since that seems to be his favorite pastime. Calling me the wrong name. Making me chase him down when he’s supposed to be somewhere. Asking for different snacks every night. A different brand of water than everyone else gets. That smirk on his face all the while, deriving pleasure from making me work extra hard.
This—dragging me out of bed to pick him up when he’s been out late partying—is just another example. I’m not sure what his endgame is, though. To get me to quit? But wouldn’t that just make his life worse? Then they wouldn’t have an assistant. Or would they be able to fill my shoes the next day?
Am I that expendable?
Giving myself a mental shake, I focus on putting one foot in front of the other as we navigate the black hallway into the abyss—or at least that’s what it feels like. This hallway seems to go on forever, and the black walls just soak up the tiny amount of multicolored light running along the floor and ceiling.
Dave’s hand on my back turns me toward a nearly invisible door. How many doors have we passed that I didn’t even notice? And does Dave have epic night vision? How the hell did he know we were here?
After two authoritative raps on the door with his knuckles, Dave slides the door open.
There are people everywhere. And they’re doing … everything. Drinking, dancing, kissing … are those two having sex in the middle of all this?
And that chick’s definitely giving that guy a blowjob.
It’s hard to recognize who’s who in the low light, though it’s at least slightly brighter than in the hallway. But there’s no mistaking the lazy smirk on the face of the man getting blown.
Mason watches me watch him, and he doesn’t even look like he’s into whatever’s happening to him. A fact he confirms by tapping the girl on the shoulder. His eyes leave mine as they have some kind of exchange. I can’t hear it, but it’s clear he’s telling her he’s done. Then he nods at another guy further down the couch, and to my eternal astonishment, she crawls over and starts pawing at his crotch.
Before I know it, Mason’s in front of me, and I can’t help darting a glance at his crotch. But his pants are done up, and I can’t make out any telltale bulges. Maybe he’d already finished and I was just watching the cleanup.
Ugh.
I think I just puked in my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Mason asks. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Instead of responding, I turn on my heel and lead the way back down the hall. Normally I’d have some kind of snappy comeback. But I’m too tired. And too disgusted. And too …
Dismissed.
That’s what it is. After the way he kissed me that first night, and then how he’s been all pissy with me since then … well, I thought maybe he was upset that I’d rejected him. Like maybe he was attracted to me, actually me and not just any random female.
But seeing him like that, with some other woman that he clearly didn’t care about at all, just confirms that I’m nothing to him.
I really was just another piece of ass. And if he’s mad about getting rejected, it’s only to do with his ego, and not anything to do with me.
Chapter Nine
Mason
When I get back to the hotel, something like shame slithers into my guts.
I don’t know why I made Viola come all the way to the club to pick me up. It was probably the biggest dick move of all the dick moves I’ve made this week.
Actually, I do know why. I wanted to see her. And I wanted her to see me surrounded by women and universally adored. I wanted her to see what she was missing out on.
But it backfired.
Instead I disgusted her. I saw that look stamped on her face. She didn’t bother to hide it or look away.
Some backwards part of me thought she’d get jealous if she saw me with another woman.
Instead I think I made her hate me more.
And for what? A lackluster blowjob from a groupie too high to even notice whose dick she’s sucking. And I didn’t even finish.
Though to be fair, I was barely half hard when I sent her away. I didn’t want her sucking my dick. I hadn’t actually planned on anyone doing that, much less having my dick down someone’s throat when Viola walked in.
It was
