Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(87)

I took a shot of Scotch, poured myself another one, and walked back to my desk. I plopped down and stared at the keys and the letter.

“She never read it, did she?” I asked, already seeing that the envelope was never opened.

But I still wanted to ask.

“Nope.” I then heard my brother chuckle. “You put a check in there, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, the MMA amateur league sent me my winnings, and I was just sending her the money.”

He laughed.

“That’s a hellavah woman you let go.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I slouched further in my seat and loosened my tie. “I miss her so much, I can’t breathe half the time,” I admitted.

“Then go get that extraordinary woman, Mace.”

I shook my head and took the shot of liquid.

“She is amazing, isn’t she?” I sighed. “I don’t deserve her, bro. I don’t deserve her.”





2 years later…





Chapter 16


Mason


“Why are we here again?” I said to her.

“Because Abe is your friend, Mason, and that’s what friends do.”

I sat on the hotel bed, watching Diane remove her clothes from the suitcase and hang them up.

I scoffed, “Yeah, since when do you care about my friends?”

She gave me a dirty look.

“I don’t care too much for Abe, I’ll admit that. Or his girlfriend for that matter. I mean, didn’t you say he was breaking up with her?”

I didn’t answer her. Diane doesn’t have a clue what happens when the heart wants something that the brain didn’t quite figure out yet. I watched her bend over and show her ass to me, which sparked my interest. I got up and came up behind her and brushed myself against her.

“Why don’t you do that later?”

I placed my hands on her hips and grinded my semi-erection on her little ass. She stood up and smacked my hand.

“Stop that. I have to get my clothes out of the suitcase. You know I hate wrinkled clothes. Besides, I’m still sore from your little shenanigans this morning.”

I laughed. “First of all, there’s nothing little about me. Secondly, I thought you liked my shenanigans. I mean you screamed your head off telling me to fuck you hard, so…”

Diane frowned. “Yeah, well, now I’m sore. So you’ll have to wait until I soak unless you’ll take your time and make love to me.”

She turned around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. I moved from her and smacked her ass.

“Sorry, baby. Fast and hard; that’s my specialty.”

I went to my suitcase and pulled out my clothes to hang them up from my garment bag.

“There, I’m done. I’m going to the bar.”

I heard Diane groan behind me, but I kept walking.

“It’s only 3 p.m., Mason. Really?”

“Well, hell, I’m late then. I better get to it.”

I headed out of my room and down to the lobby to get a much-needed drink. Five hours of driving with Diane talking about this wedding was driving me to drink. Well, I’m not being completely honest; I’ve been driven to drink for far less things than wedding talk.

Yup, you heard me say it. I’m getting married. But don’t congratulate me just yet. I’m marrying for all the wrong reasons. I’m not deeply in love to where I can’t live without this woman. I’ll never open myself up to that shit again.

My reasons for marrying Diane are simple: I’m a grumpy, evil bastard who is hell-bent on success, and Diane’s connections are going to get me there.

This was her idea, not mine. But she made a compelling argument, so I bit. If you haven’t guessed it, Diane is the daughter of the man I hate almost as much as I hate my father: Charles Bernstein.

I know. I’ve said I couldn’t trust her. To be honest, I still can’t. But you know what they say: “keep your enemies closer.”

My brother and best friend AB think I’m out of my mind, but I just don’t see marriage like they do anymore. I see it as two people with similar likes who are getting together on a business venture, where both parties come to an understanding to give each other what they need to sustain a healthy relationship. I promised to fuck her brains out whenever I feel the need, which can be often. I provide her with the wherewithal that allows her to live with the means she’s accustomed to and provide a stable home. She supplies me with her father’s business connections, as I deem necessary. She also lets me continue to be the asshole that I no doubt have become.

See, it’s a win-win for all parties involved. I’ll leave the madly in love shit to everyone else in the world. That shit isn’t for me.