Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 11

Harlynn's POV
"Hey," my sister called, chucking popcorn at me to get my attention.

The popcorn hit me in my face, before bouncing off my lap and landing on the floor of our theater room. I then tore my gaze from the TV screen to look at her. It was obvious that my mind wasn't on the horror movie currently playing.

"What's up? You've been distant all day."

I grabbed the remote from the cupholder of my brown leather recliner chair and paused the movie. "I'm sorry," I apologized.

I'm usually more attentive when we have our movie nights, but of course, my mind has been focused on a certain someone.

"Is it about that guy again? The one at the beach?"

I nodded. "This behavior is so unlike me. I probably just need a good fuck."

"From him?" She questioned with a grin, wiggling her brows.

I huffed in protest. "No, of course not."

"You're lying," she pointed out, watching me rotate my rings around my fingers.

I dropped my hands into my lap and sighed. "Fine, I totally am."

"I thought you weren't interested in sleeping with him?"

"I wasn't."

I'd made it pretty clear at the wedding that I didn't offer any sexual services. But what if I still wanted to sleep with him anyway? Even with knowing the risks, I don't know that I can spend all that time with him and not want to ride him.

I blame my pussy for making me feel this way. Especially because I've been disappointed so many times that I honestly should just give up and be celibate for the rest of my life.

But I love sex way too much to ever actually go through with it.

"So what are you going to do?"

I groaned, scrubbing my face with the palm of my hand. "I don't know. I was hoping you would know the answer."

She shook her head, blushing profusely. "Why would I know the answer? I'm still a virgin."

"But you're the smart one," I whined.

"Fine." We sat in silence, Haley racking her brain trying to figure out what I should do. After a moment had gone by, she finally figured it out. "I got it!"

I leaned forward in my seat, waiting for her to reveal the solution to my problem.

"Become a nun."

I gave her a light shove. "Haley!"

She shrugged. "I'm sorry, but that's the best I could come up with."

I should've known it wouldn't be that easy. The situation is just way too complicated.

I reached over to grab a fistful of popcorn from the bowl and shove it into my mouth. "Let's just finish the movie, and forget we ever had this conversation." I unpaused the movie.

I need stop being so horny all the damn time.

I'm starting to become a hypocrite. I'm so quick to call Mason names and criticize his choice in lifestyle when I'm just like him. I sleep around and meddle with hearts of others without a single care for their feelings.

There's nothing wrong with exploring and keeping your options open. But how can you really do what you want without negatively affecting others?

I'm not looking for a relationship. Been there, done that. I'm also not looking to befriend anyone. I just want to be railed where and whenever I want without any strings attached.

"Wow," Haley said, drawing my attention. "He's really hot. I see your dilemma." I looked away from the screen, watching her scroll through pictures of Mason on Instagram.

I groaned, not sure how else to react other than to try not to pinch my thighs together.

I wish he didn't have this affect me. But when I see someone I like, it's hard not to want to explore it.

She found a shirtless picture of him at the beach with his dog and kept zooming in on his abs.

I rolled my eyes at her, even though I couldn't tear my gaze away from him and how good he looked.

"I think you should sleep with him just to see what it's like," she said, smiling and doing that weird thing she does with her eyebrows.

"And what if one time isn't enough? Then what?"

"There's nothing wrong with being friends with benefits. You've done it before."

I rolled my eyes once more, mumbling under my breath, "and look how great that turned out."

"You're worried you'll catch feelings again," Haley said, reading my mind.

I nodded. I refuse to be hurt again. A small smile formed on my lips when she gave my hand a comforting squeeze.

"No dick is worth such pain. Now come on, we still have a horror movie marathon to get through." She removed her hand from mine and pressed play on the remote.

****

It was late in the night when my phone pinged, alerting me of a text message. I grumbled my protest, always having hated being woken up out of my sleep.

Rolling over, I pulled my phone off the charger and unlocked it. My brows dipped in confusion at having received a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello, no name.

As soon as I read the message and saw that annoying nickname on my screen, I immediately knew who it was.

I frowned, despite my deceiving heart skipping a beat.

Me: How did you get this number?

Mason: Your boss.

Amelia.

Damn her and her inability to mind her own fucking business.

Me: What do you want? It's three in the fucking morning.

Mason: I just wanted to say hi.

He sent another message shortly after.

Mason: Hi.

The message was followed by a waving emoji that I would have found cute if it wasn't three in the fucking morning.

Me: Stop texting me. I'm trying to sleep.

Mason: Aren't you going to say hi back?

I rolled my eyes.

Oh for fucks sake...

Me: Go to bed.

Mason: Not until you say hi back.

Oh my-

I groaned loudly.

Me: Hi.

Mason: See, was that so hard?

Me: Fuck you.

I sent him an emoji flipping him off, hoping he'd get the hint that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

Mason: Be careful what you wish for, Dove.

Something told me he was finding amusement in pissing me off.

Me: I'm actually going to murder you.

Mason: Sweet dreams, no name.

Me: Fuck off.

I blocked his number before he could send me another text, needing my beauty rest. After plugging my phone back up, I put the smart device on silent and rolled back over.

I released a satisfied sigh, enjoying the comfort of my fluffy pillow. I melted into the warmth of my bed, quickly drifting off back into a deep sleep.