Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 32

I'd spent most of the day with Mason. When we weren't having sex all over my apartment, we were watching a movie or getting high.

We were in the midst of coming down from our high when I remembered that I still haven't told Mason about my plans to end the arrangement.

So I went into my room to retrieve a white envelope I'd kept in my underwear drawer for some time now.

Then I rejoined him under the pillow fort we'd made out of my throw pillows and couch cushions on the living room floor.

"What's that?" He asked, eyeing the thick envelope in my hand.

"It's for you." I watched him open up the envelope, his eyes widening when he saw that it was filled with money. "It's not all of it, but most."

He shook his head, trying to give it back to me. But I refused. "Harlynn," he said with a sigh. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not a prostitute, Mase."

His brows pulled into a frown. "I never said you were."

"I know. But I broke the rules, which means I can't be your escort anymore."

"That's fine. Just don't leave me, okay?"

Here comes the puppy dog pout in three... two...

There it is.

I had a smile plastered on my face. He's just so freaking adorable. "I'm not leaving you. As a matter of fact, it's quite the opposite." He perked up, relieved to hear I wouldn't be going anywhere.

He watched me closely as I pulled out my phone and dialed Amelia.

She picked up after about the third ring. "Hey Harls," she said in a sing-song voice. "You've been quite the busy bee."

I rolled my eyes. I knew she'd find out eventually. I haven't spoken to her in days, which is probably what gave it away.

"Is Mason with you?" I didn't need to see her face to know she was sporting a big knowing smile.

"That's not any of your business," I retorted.

"So he is with you."

I glanced at Mason and he flashed me with a boyish grin. "Tell Amelia I said hello," he whispered, even though he could hear her cause it was on speaker phone.

My eyes instinctively rolled. "Mason says hello," I grumbled dryly.

"Hi, handsome. Or should I say, daddy."

I grimaced so hard. "Ew."

I always forget how vulgar and annoying she can be. While I was cringing at her terrible attempt at flirting, Mason was enjoying all the attention like the little whore he was.

"Don't look at me like that," I whispered when he bit his lip and his eyes seductively trailed down my half naked body. "I'm not going to call you that."

"Hang up and let's find out," he challenged, his husky voice causing my nipples to pebble in my Victoria Secret bra.

I mouthed a "stop", before continuing my conversation with Amelia. I couldn't stop squirming, his eyes singing a hole into my skin with every sinister look.

Apparently, Amelia knew I'd want to quit eventually and had been preparing for months.

"Who do you have in mind?"

I caught Mason in the corner of my eye reaching for my ass. I smacked his hand away and he smirked menacingly.

"You'll see."