WILD HEAT

8. Its a deal

CHAPTER EIGHT

MASON’S POV

I paced in the room, completely ignoring the naked redhead watching another celebrity gossip news on TV, with a bowl full of Nachos on her lap. I should be right there with her but obviously catching up on some basketball game shows and not gossips. I was never really interested on what the paparazzi or some gossip people had to say or insinuate.

“So are you going to tell me what transpired between Rency and you?” Teresa questioned making me pause, turning around to face her.

“Wait, you know her?”

“Duh! She is a popular author. There is a rumor in the industry that one of her hit novels might be adapted into a movie. If it’s true, then this might be my way to ease into the acting industry,” she bit into a Nachos, shrugging lightly.

“Hmm,”

“Anyway, why was she here? I mean, it’s not like she cares about the paps. Obviously it was just another one nightstand.  Wait, is she here to blackmail you with a s*x tape like the last…um…twelve women?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not,” I sighed,” Anyway, I gotta hit practice in a few so I might just hit the shower now, grab something real quick then head out,” I spoke, already heading towards the bathroom.

The shower was supposed to calm me down but instead, my d**k could only twitch as the memory of what had happened in that hotel, rushed through my mind, torturing me to no end. f**k! Why did I want her under me again so badly? One night should have been enough and it usually is but now, I could not f*****g get her out of my mind. By the time I was out of the shower, many thoughts were racing in my mind. Should I just get to f**k her one more time so I could get her out of my mind or should I agree to her ridiculous proposal and probably get a chance to get her under me as much as I want? Now, the latter did sound very tempting but I was not cut down for labels even if they will be fake. Why did it feel like I would make an exception this time?

“Hmm…now that is a sight I like,” Teresa bit her lower lip when I walked into the room. A smirked lingered over my lips as I met her gaze. She was dressed in one of my shirts, laying on the bed.

“And I’d love that sight a bit more if I were to get rid of that shirt but I need to get early for practice. Last time I was five minutes late and coach flipped,” I said.

“ Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. I have another boring dinner with my parents and some guy they are trying to set me up. I have no idea when they are going to get it in their skulls that I don’t want to be tied down to anyone,” she frowned visibly.

“I’m going to miss that ass,” I teased.

“You’d bet,” she went back to watching.

I changed into a white T-shirt and a dark blue track suit then went downstairs, straight into the kitchen.  Lola was probably still taking her evening nap so I was obviously going to settle for just juice and some snacks. Not exactly the recommended meal but I was not hungry either. My phone rung, Cohen’s name flashing on the screen.

“Let me guess? You had a fight with Hannah, she called you a dickward and broke up with you?” that is the first thing that slipped off my tongue when I picked up the phone.

“Wait, how did you know that?”

“Because it’s the only reason you’d call me at this time and besides, I have heard that story over and over since you two got together. How about you just break up with for good? Look at me, I have no attachments to anyone and so I have no relationship problems,”

“You know that one day you are going to fall for someone, right? And trust me dude, when you do, you are going to fall so f*****g hard that you won’t be able to get up,” same old comeback.

“Not in a million years. Anyway, meet me at the usual spot later on tonight. You get buzzed and then you get laid. Super easy,”

“Is s*x and drinks your solution to everything?”

“You know it is. Now, I gotta go,”

“Catch you later buddy,”

I was about to get in my car when I got a call from one of teammates. Apparently practice had been cancelled because the Coach’s son had just been admitted. Oh God! Now there goes one of my greatest distractions. What the f**k was I supposed to do now? Just in a whim, I fished out my phone. As I scrolled through her pictures on the internet, I had to admit, Rency Walters was indeed one hot package of a woman. If the price I had to pay to get more time with her was just be her pretend boyfriend and break up in a few weeks, then I was all in. Besides, there was something about her that was interesting. I could not quiet put my finger on it but right now, this finger knew where it will be going in soon enough. Her i********: account which was private, boasted of three point nine million followers which not even quarter to my eighty six point three millions but still, she was pretty popular.

“This is it,” I breathed out, tapping the follow button.