Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(38)

We fondled and fucked every inch of each other’s body until the sun rose in his room. And even after the light of the day filled the room, we kept going. I think he would have fucked me into the next morning if I didn’t finally collapse from exhaustion.

I don’t know when I passed out, but he fucked me silent. I don’t remember anything after he finally found his like eighth release.

I heard a buzzing sound, and I started to stir. I found myself lying in Mason’s arms, with my head resting in the crock of his neck. He caressed my arm that was stretched over his chest, groaned and blindly searched for the source of the buzzing.

Finally, he found it, and I felt his chest rise as he mumbled, “What?!”

I started to move away from him to give him space, but he tightened his grip on me. I mumbled in his neck that I had to use the restroom. He groaned again and reluctantly let me go.

“I’m here. What time is it?” he growled in the phone.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself. I looked totally and contently fucked. I then looked at the jetted bathtub through the mirror and suddenly felt the ache all through my body. I turned and stared at the bathtub, wondering if I even had the energy to get in that thing. I crossed my arms and heard the door open.

Mason walked in and appraised me up and down before he smirked. I noticed he was wearing boxer briefs and realized I was still naked. I looked in his eyes and saw the heat radiating through them. I shook my head.

“Fucking pervert.”

He laughed.

“No, I wasn’t laughing at you. Hold on a second,” he said into his phone.

Then he reached over the side of the bathtub and turned the water on. He walked up close to me, and I stood up straight. He smiled at me and ran his hand up the side of my waist. He kissed me chastely on the lips.

“There you go. Enjoy, baby. Then come downstairs. I’ll make you breakfast.”

He kissed my cheek. Then he left me to what was—quite frankly—a great-looking bath.

Forty-five minutes later, I made my way downstairs wearing just the t-shirt he left out for me on the bed. I made my way to the loud voices coming from the sitting area close to the kitchen. Mason was sitting behind a glass desk with a huge 20-something-inch screen in front of him. Multiple seemingly angry male voices were booming from a speaker that I didn’t see. Mason was wearing basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. His arms were folded, and he was frowning at the screen. I started to turn back around. But he looked up, and suddenly the frown was gone completely. He stood and moved to me.

“How was your bath?”

“Mason, are you still there?”

He rolled his eyes and went back to his desk.

He touched a button and said, “Yeah, I can still hear you.”

He then turned back to me.

“Should I leave?” I asked quietly.

“Fuck, no. Here, I’ve made you an omelet with egg whites and cheese. Also, there is some toast.”

“Wow, thank you.” I looked over at his desk. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you to your business?”

I looked at him apprehensively, but he shook his head to dismiss my thoughts.

“No, angel. Sit right here and eat your breakfast. I’ll be done in a few minutes. Okay?”

He kissed my cheek again and then went around to his desk.

He pressed another button and sat there frowning again.

Finally, I heard him say, “Look, gentlemen. I understand what you’re saying. I really do. But I’m not changing my mind. I’m not co-signing on that. I don’t feel it’s a good investment.”

“You need to be reasonable here, Mason. We stand to make millions on this deal.”

“I’m already making millions. Buying this company isn’t going to make or break me.”

“Well, unfortunately, the rest of us aren’t making the millions you claim to be making. We need this deal.”

I looked over at him and noticed the muscles tighten in his arms. He frowned even more, if that was possible.

“Well, Ryan, I’m not the reason why you aren’t making millions. But to be honest, I really don’t give a shit. On the door it says ‘West’s Investment Inc.’. That works for me.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” I heard someone seethe through the phone.

A smile crossed his lips but never made it to his eyes. “Save that hostility until I get home, and you can express your opinion about me in person.”

“You think someone’s afraid of you, Mason? Well, I’m not.”

Mason leaned in closer to the screen in front of him, unfolded his arms, and said, “You really should be, Ryan.”

“Alright, look. Clearly this topic is sensitive for everyone. Mason, I looked at the numbers. The business venture seems sound. Do you have anything that tells you we shouldn’t jump on this?”