Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(99)

“Come on, let’s go take a shower and go find a place around here to get shit faced. No men allowed.”

“Oorah to that,” I exclaimed.





Chapter 18

Mason

Have I said that fate hates me? Well, she really, really does hate me. I planned on coming back to the hotel to screw Diane’s brains out to try and get Maxine out of my mind. Just seeing her go up to Cory and wrap her arms around him has me fuming. Why does it bother me so much? She should be able to move on with her life. Why is it hard for me to accept that she should?

Because I want her for my fucking self, that’s why. Shit.

Playing golf allowed me to unleash some frustration. We didn’t talk about the women, which was even better. We talked business and sports, and that’s it. On the drive back, AB started up talking about how he wanted to get Tiffany alone, and Cory blanched.

“Sorry, dude, but you do know your cousin is hot?” AB laughed.

“Yes, I am aware. You have no idea how many fights I got into about her and Maxine.”

He shook his head.

“I can only imagine,” Marc chimed in.

But I didn’t say a word. I know when he looked at me, he was thinking about when I beat Trip’s ass senseless and almost took on three fat fucks for her.

Now seeing Cory’s arms around her, I want to fucking beat the shit out of him too. So instead of doing what I set out to do with Diane, I headed to the bar. I sat there stewing, until she came up to me.

“How was golf?” she asked.

“It was fine.”

“So do you want to go back to the room? I know all that energy you exuded wasn’t enough for you.”

Yeah, it really wasn’t. But being with her won’t satisfy this need I have, either. The one person that has ever satisfied me fully was the one woman that has her arms around another man.

Is this fate’s idea of teaching me a lesson? I mean, I know I fucked up, but does fate have to smash it in my face like this? I took my drink down and then looked over at her.

“I’m going to hit the weights. Then I’ll come and see you. Be fucking naked when I walk in the door.”

She looked at me stunned but didn’t reply. It’s been a while since I’ve lifted, but it’s all I can do to take care of my urges.

I walked by my brother and a fuming AB, and said, “I’m about to hit the weight room for a while. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, wait up. I think I’ll join you,” AB told me and trotted up next to me.

We worked out quietly for a while. We spotted each other as we bench pressed. I threw up more than I probably should, but I didn’t care. I needed to keep my mind off of Max.

After about two and a half hours, I made my way back to the room, and Diane was waiting for me as requested. I didn’t acknowledge her when I walked inside the room. I went straight in the shower to wash the sweat off my body.

It also put me in the right frame of mind. When I got out, I had my way with her. Then I fell out on the bed and let sleep consume me.

I don’t know what time it was, but I felt Diane shaking me awake.

“What?” I mumbled.

“Come on. Marc said we were meeting at some restaurant in town in about an hour. You need to get up and get dressed.”

I growled.

“Why don’t you go? I’m good.”

“No way. These are your friends, not mine. Its bad enough I have to be around your ex, and her flaunting the fact in my face all morning. I will not…”

I sat up and looked at her.

“What did you just say?”

“What? About these being your friends or about your ex?” she said smartly.

I sat up completely and looked at her. She had her hair up in a messy bun, and she was in the middle of applying her make up.

“If you don’t want to be around my friends, you can stay in this room. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. And as far as my ex is concerned, I know for a fact she isn’t flaunting anything in your face. She fucking hates me and couldn’t care less about me or my existence. So if this is your tired way of getting me to talk about her, you’re wasting your time.”

“Well, I guess she’s right then. She must have meant nothing to you if you won’t talk about her.”

“Is that what she said?” I was stunned.

“Pretty much, yes. And I guess I have to agree with her. If you’re going to take another shower, can you wait until I’m finished with my makeup?”

“No, you take entirely too long in the bathroom. I’ll be five minutes,” I told her, and then I walked naked into the shower.

I told you I was an asshole.

I threw on a pair of khaki tan pants and wore a loose-fitted, short-sleeved, pull-over white shirt. Diane wore a simple yellow dress that fell to her knees, and her hair was lying down her back with a few curls.