Mason (Trinity Academy 2) - Page 40

Grinning, I chuckle, “Yeah, I am pretty badass.”

“Honestly, I think Mason fell for you because you don’t take his shit. He would never be happy with some docile airhead.”

Wow, she’s right.

“Kingsley, you’re exactly Mason’s type.”

For a while, I process everything I’ve just discovered, then I whisper, “What do I do now?”

“That’s the easy part,” Layla states as she continues to drink her beverage. “You either tell him you’re not interested or you enjoy the ride… literally.”

A burst of laughter explodes from me. “And the previous ride was so damn hot.”

“Yeah?” Layla shoots up and comes to sit next to me, “Give me the details.”

Grinning, I say, “One second we were arguing and the next he had me shoved up against the wall.”

“Hot, damn.”

Her excitement is infectious, and soon she has me rambling, “The way he kisses. Holy hotness. It felt like he was trying to devour me.” I wave a hand over my face as it begins to heat up. “Let’s just say, the man knows how to satisfy a girl.”

We laugh, and after the excitement dies down, Layla asks, “Do you like Mason?”

“I like him, but…” I pause and try to think of the right words to express my concern. “He’s Mason Chargill, the future president of CRC.”

“So?” Layla shrugs.

“He’s intense, Layla. Liking him won’t matter for shit if I can’t keep up with his pace.”

“Are you afraid he’ll grow bored with you?” Trust my friend to be brutally honest.

“That and what if we give a relationship a chance and I have to change to fit into his world?” I look down at my hands where they’re gripping his sweater. “I like who I am.”

“Maybe you should talk to Mason about that. Hear what he actually expects from a relationship before you start to worry. His answer might surprise you.” When I just nod, Layla reminds me, “Look at Falcon and me. I didn’t change who I am for him, because he loves me for who I am. If I were to change, I’d lose him.”

“I know you’re right, but I can’t help worrying,” I admit.

Layla reaches over and gives my hand a squeeze. “Don’t think about it too much. If things don’t work out between the two of you, at least enjoy the flirting.”

Bringing a smile to my face, I agree, “Yeah, I’m totally overthinking things. Besides, it’s not every day a girl has a man like Mason giving her attention.” Then my smile turns into a mischievous grin. “Can you imagine how confused he would be if I flirted back?”

“I’d pay to see that,” Layla laughs.

Feeling better after talking it out with Layla, I get up. “I’m going to shower and get ready for the day.” As I walk to the bedroom, I chuckle. “Might even wear something sexy and put on some makeup.”

“Yes! Bring out the big guns.” Layla rushes after me. “Seeing as he’s an ass man, do you have any hot shorts?”Chapter 20MasonHeading to class, Lake slaps a hand against my chest. “You’re in trouble.”

“Why?” I frown and looking at him, I see him staring at something ahead.

My eyes follow his line of sight, and then my steps falter to a stop, and I growl, “Fuck, I’m so fucking fucked.”

Kingsley and Layla are at the end of the hallway, walking toward us. The sight is seriously badass as I watch students give way to them. Guys turn to watch them pass by, and it makes my eyebrow slowly rise.

“Hunt!” I shout from the other side of the hallway. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Her lips curve into one hell of a seductive grin which has a direct link to my dick. My eyes slowly sweep over her, and I take in the fucking skimpy shorts which barely cover her important parts.

The parts I don’t want another dick seeing.

The boots only make her outfit off the charts hot.

She’s wearing a loose sweater which hangs off her left shoulder, and she’s straightened her hair. Gone is the rat's nest from this morning.

When she gets close to me, my eyes move up to her face and stop on her glossy mouth. When my eyes lock on hers, I have to suppress the urge to wipe the smokey eyeshadow off with my bare hands.

Her smirk stretches. “They’re called clothes, Mason.”

I begin to shake my head and grabbing hold of her hip, I yank her right against my chest.

I hear a wave of murmurs ripple through the students around us as they watch Kingsley and me.

Usually, I’d just text the girl to meet me somewhere. I’ve never been seen publicly with any of them, nevermind flirting with one.

But Kingsley’s not just another fuck buddy.

She’s so much more.

Leaning down until I can see the dark blue line around her irises clearly, I grumble, “I’m dead sure the panties I ripped off you have more fabric than the shorts you’re wearing now. How does it even cover your underwear?”

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