CHAPTER 8
MIAAfter kissing Michael good-bye, I pulled my backpack onto my shoulders and walked down the sidewalk toward Serena’s house, where I’d parked my car this morning. I felt like I was walking on top of the world after sucking Michael off in the middle of a restaurant, taking his c*m in my mouth so it wouldn’t tarnish his pants.
Just when I felt like nothing could ruin my mood after that bomb public o****m, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Mason leaning against Michael’s car.
I gulped, knowing that nobody was home at Serena’s place. Serena was at her internship, and Damien had gotten a job as a junior engineer downtown. Neither would be back until five tonight. I grasped my cell phone tightly. If something went down, I would be calling the freaking police.
“What are you do
