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)
She doesn’t speak like trash.
Is she high?
Is she fucking using herself?
Something is different about her eyes.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy just as I hear, “Mason?”
That voice.
What. The. Fuck.
I turn and see ... Saskia ... What the hell? I glance back at the girl staring up at me, now grinning, and then look back at the girl that is standing about five yards away, a girl I didn’t hear come in, a girl that is looking at me like I’ve just ripped her heart out. A girl that looks identical to the woman in my arms, only her eyes ...
It’s her eyes.
I step back from the woman in my arms, putting my hands up. “What. The. Fuck?”
“Meet my twin sister,” the girl behind me whispers, her voice shaking. “Yolanda.”
What?
I glance at the girl in front of me, and then at the girl behind me. And sure enough, the one behind me is wearing exactly what Saskia was wearing this morning, and the girl I just had my fingers in, is wearing something different. How did I not fucking notice that? I look over to Saskia, and the hurt in her eyes makes me want to take the girl who just fooled me and crush her.
“This is why I didn’t know,” Saskia whispers. “Because it was never me, Mason. Never me.”
Fuck.
No.
What the hell is happening?
“I never betrayed you, I would never steal from you, but mostly, I would never hurt you. My sister, on the other hand, is cold and ruthless. And combined with your sister’s help, tricked me and got into your house.”
My head starts spinning.
What the fuck is happening right now?
The girl behind me starts clapping, and I turn, glaring at her, and she grins, bold and happy, proud of herself. “This was worth every second. I must say, Saskia, I can see why you’re into him, the man has lovely fingers.”
I lunge at her, but Saskia calls out, “Stop, Mason, don’t!”
I pause, but only because the pain and fear in her voice makes me. I stop in front of her sister, hand raised, trembling. “You will fuckin’ suffer for what you have done.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.” She laughs. “But so will your little girlfriend. After all, she just saw you fingering me, kissing me, and she will never be able to unsee that. Just like she can’t unsee me riding her boyfriend. The best part, he didn’t know, either. He had no idea it was me, not at first, anyway ...”
I want to kill her.
I’ve never wanted to hurt a woman in my life, not like this, but right now I want to take her and string her up. Saskia said her sister was evil, but not even I could imagine someone going to this extent. She’s a monster. Evil reincarnated. And she’s going to suffer, I’ll make sure of it, but right now, I have something more pressing to deal with.
I turn to Saskia, and it fucking burns me to see a tear run down her cheek.
Fuck.
I’ve broken her.
I’ve fucking destroyed her.
She reaches into her coat and pulls out some jewelry. “I went to her house, to see if I could find this. I did. I wanted to give it to you. To show you it was her, and not me ... but then, I saw this ... and I can’t ...”
“Saskia,” I say, stepping forward. “Fuck.”
“That’s mine!” Yolanda screeches, lunging toward me.
I spin quickly, grabbing her around the throat and pushing her backward until she hits the railing. “So much as attempt that once more, and I’ll make you wish you were never born. Do not fuckin’ move again. This is not yours. It is fuckin’ mine.”
“But, you don’t understand, please, I need it—”
“Shut your mouth.”
I turn around, and my head goes left and right.
Saskia is gone.
The jewelry is on the ground.
But she’s fucking gone.
Dammit.
I have to get Yolanda back to the club, and then I’m going to find my girl.
And try to make this right.
Somehow.
~22~
SASKIA
I go to Chantelle’s house.
I have nowhere else to go. I gave away my apartment, and right now, the thought of being at Mason’s house absolutely rips me apart. I can’t do it. Hell, I won’t do it, so I go to the only person I know who has always been there for me and will continue to be there for me.
Because this hurts.
It hurts like hell.
I thought seeing Enzo with Yolanda burned, but seeing Mason touching her, kissing her, that burned a whole lot fucking hotter. I don’t even try to make sense of why, I just know it did. Seeing it, and knowing, yet again, she’d managed to get under my skin and take something from me, made me sick.
I know he didn’t realize it was her.
I know that.
But it doesn’t stop the mental images from rolling around in my mind, no matter how much I try to push them out, they’re there, and they won’t leave.