Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I glare at her.
She smiles at me.
“Have you always been such a happy man? I mean, it’s so pleasant to be around you. If happiness had a face, it would be yours. When I’m near you, it feels like I’m just radiating sunshine, you know?”
Fucking smart ass little bitch.
“Does your sass ever fuckin’ get you anywhere?”
She raises her brows. “What sass? I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is just me ...”
I exhale.
“How did you afford all of this, anyway?” she asks, leaning her hip against the railing.
“Do I look like I want to chat?” I mutter.
She ignores that. “It’s nice, but you’re so young. How come there is no woman here with you? Seems like a woman’s doing.”
“If I wanted to hire a friend, I would have stated that on the ad.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she blinks those big fucking lashes. “Oh, we’re not friends. You should see how nicely I treat my friends. If we were friends, I’d be up there drinking with you. No. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t make friends with grumpy people. Too draining.”
I exhale again. “Do you always talk so much?”
She smiles again, fucking beautiful, god damn her. “Oh, yeah, definitely. You’ll get used to it.”
“Rather not.”
She ignores that and continues on, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
I glare at her again; she is unfazed. “Considering I just hired a maid, I think we both know the answer to that.”
“Well, I mean, technically we don’t. You could have a girlfriend who might like to live the expensive life and is incapable of doing anything herself. There are plenty of those out there. Seems like the type of girl you’d go for, too. Considering your lack of communication skills and all.”
I swallow some scotch and continue to blankly stare at her. “Are you done?”
“Wasn’t quite finished, no.” She crosses her arms again. “What about kids, do you have kids?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“That’s a no then, probably for the best. I can’t imagine the world could take any more moody little Masons.”
She giggles at her own joke, and the sound is fucking lovely. Damn her for being so fucking cute.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re fuckin’ annoyin’? I hired you to work, not to talk.”
“Often,” she says, nodding. “I’d rather be annoying then bitter, you know? You should try it sometime. Talking is good for the soul and all that.”
“Rather cut my own tongue out.”
“I’d pay to see that.”
I growl. “Get back to work.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at the club or something?”
I run my hand down my face and groan. “Fuck me. Do you do anythin’ you’re told?”
She blinks at me. “I’m getting to it, keep your shirt on.”
“Yes, I’m supposed to be at the club, I’ll go soon just to get away from your excessive talkin’.”
She flashes me a killer smile. “Good, your attitude is draining, I won’t lie. But, I think so far our time together has been rather successful.”
I deadpan her.
She keeps smiling.
Always fucking smiling.
“First time I’ve had a conversation with you, hardly counts as successful.”
She shrugs. “Well, you haven’t complained yet about my work, so I must be doing okay.”
“It’s your second day.”
“Goals, Mason. Goals.”
She spins around and saunters back to the garden, continuing her chopping and tossing. I stare at her for a few moments more then shake my head.
Pain in my ass.
Big time.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Seriously, Sas, don’t go and visit him again.”
I sit down on Mason’s massive sofa in just one of his three living rooms and look to Chantelle. “I’m just informing him that I have a new address, and that I’m working somewhere else.”
“He doesn’t care where you live, or where you’re working, and we both know it.”
I purse my lips. “It’s the right thing to do, in case he needs something.”
“The only thing he needs is a swift kick to the face, and the balls, if you’re asking.”
I shrug. “No doubt, but I’m still going. Speaking of, I have to head in now as Mason will be back later and I want to finish up the house.”
Chan sighs. “Fine, go to that fuck boy, but know that he is a waste of good, solid oxygen.”
I laugh. “Love you, Chan. But it’s time to go.”
She mutters something under her breath, and we both stand up and leave. When she’s gone, I triple check I’ve locked all the doors, because my god there are so freaking many. Who needs this many doors? Honestly. And half of them are glass sliding. I spend half of my day wiping the damned things.
I could think of better things to put in, but anyway.
Maybe Mason likes doors. Who knows?
I get in my car and start the drive to the prison. Enzo is allowed visitors most days, of course he doesn’t have to see me when I arrive, and there have been a few times he has turned me away, but when I told him I was going to pay his debt off to make it up to him, he’s mostly allowed me in.