Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Sure. Take care, twink.” Sawyer winked at me and I shook my head.
“One day, when you’re least expecting it, I’m gonna punch you in the face for calling me that,” I joked before turning around and leaving the room.
I searched the dressing room and the bathroom and came out empty handed. I was sure I’d left it here, however, so I started working my way through the sets. If I was honest, deep down I knew it wouldn’t be in the bathroom set, the set where Mason was filming with Gio, but still something drew me to that room and so I walked in, hovering by the doorway and watching them go at it.
Mason was knelt down on the cold tiles, chowing down on Gio’s cock when I entered the room, with Mark crouched down by his knees, pointing his lens towards the action. When Mason’s eyes caught mine they lingered for a few intense seconds before he forced himself to refocus on what he was doing and sickly waves darted straight to the pit of my stomach. Trying to swallow the choking lump in my throat, I turned quickly, unexpectedly knocking into Sawyer before stalking out of the room.
I heard Sawyer’s footsteps following behind me so I picked up my pace, heading straight for the exit doors. “Ry, wait up!” he called after me.
“Gotta go,” I let out breathlessly. “Shirt’s not here.”
“I said wait, Ryder.” Huffing like a petulant child, I turned to face him. “So that’s what’s wrong with you? You like Mason?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“You’ve been off a few weeks now, dude, and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”
“Bullshit. I’m fine.”
“Look, Ryder,” he began, his face turning serious. “I owe a lot to you. You were honest with me when I needed it most. You helped me see things in a whole new light and you gave me the courage I needed to accept who I was. Now it’s my turn. I’ve never seen you look at anyone like I’ve just seen you look at Mason. You were jealous. Admit it.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You’ve been in this game a while now. It’s just a job, you know that. Why are-”
“I said I’m not fucking jealous!”
“Relationships still work in this business, you know.”
“Fuck that. I’m not interested in a relationship with Mason or with anybody. Thanks for the concern, mate, but I need to head off,” I spat, frustrated. “Catch you tomorrow.”
Sawyer started to reply but I was out the door before he could finish. Fuck his advice, fuck this situation and fuck Mason fucking George. As I ran down to my car my stomach twisted, making me breathless. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me but what I did know was that the sooner Mason moved out of my place the better.
Chapter Seven
~Mason~
LYING ON MY back with my head leaning against the bath and propping myself up on my elbows, Gio crawled in between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. My hard-on was softening so I closed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate on what he was doing to me, but it was no good. All I could think about was the look on Ryder’s face when our eyes locked together, seconds before he stormed off the set.
“Sorry, guys, I need a time out,” I announced, sliding myself out from beneath Gio.
“You okay?” Gio asked, wiping the corner of his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Just not feeling too great,” I half-lied. “Headache, that’s all.”
“Are you gonna be okay to finish the scene?” Ivan asked, concern flooding his face.
“Sure. I just need a break. Gimme ten minutes?”
“Of course. No problem, kid.”
After pulling my pants back on I headed to the bathroom – the real bathroom with actual working plumbing. Standing in front of the mirror I splashed my face with cold water from the faucet, letting it drip down my heated neck and onto my chest. What the fuck is his problem? If Ryder honestly didn’t give a shit then why did he look so…hurt? Was it because I packed my stuff and brought it here with me this morning, even though he’d asked me to leave? Was it even hurt? Maybe disappointment. Perhaps even disgust. Whatever it was only confirmed the fact that he wanted me gone, and right now, I agreed, the sooner the better.
After splashing some more water on my face I shook my head, attempting to literally shake away thoughts of Ryder. Then, taking a deep breath, I worked my hand into the waistband of my pants I’d pulled on minutes before and grabbed hold of my cock, squeezing it roughly in an effort to bring my erection back to life. Settling with a semi, I blew out a breath through pursed lips and made my way back to the set, determined to finish my scene with Gio before finding somewhere to live.