Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 31

Mason hasn't returned yet. I thought the conversation would only take five minutes. But five minutes has turned into ten. And ten has turned into thirty.

I'm trying to distract myself with all the beautiful pieces of artwork in the room, but my mind won't let me. All I can think about is what Corinne might be telling Mason.

What Mason had with Corinne isn't any of my business. And what they're discussing right this minute isn't any of my business.

But fuck, I can't help but to wonder. They've been talking for longer than I thought they would and I don't know how to handle it.

Do I interrupt them or I do I just leave it alone?

I trust Mason. Now her, I'm not sure I trust. But from the sickly look on her face, she's far too weak to try anything.

Unless...

I shook my head.

No!

Everything is fine and you have nothing to worry about.

I downed the last of my champagne, nearly gagging at the bitter taste. It wasn't until I was staring at the bottom of the glass that I realized I'd just finished my third glass of the night.

I hate drinking and yet, here I am. I was starting to get a little tipsy, my vision not as clear as it was moments ago.

Fuck, I'm going to regret this in the morning.

It was when I started to sway that I made a vow never to drink this much ever again.

Unexpectedly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist. "Hey, are you feeling okay?" The voice was a bit distorted, but I could still identify who it belonged to.

I looked up at Vance and smiled. "I'm... fine."

"You've always been a lightweight," he commented with a light laugh and a shake of his head, while escorting me over to an open bench so I could sit down.

"Maybe I should take you home," he suggested.

I gave my head a dramatic shake. "No, I'm fine. Mason will take me home."

"But I don't mind, Harlynn. After all, we do live in the same apartment building."

"She said no. Now fuck off."

Hearing Mason's voice somehow sobered me up a bit and I was stumbling to my feet. He wrapped an arm around me, his scent putting a smile on my face. "Come on, love. Let's get you home."

"You didn't have to be so mean," I murmured. "Vance was just trying to help."

Mason sighed, while leading me out of the art gallery and towards his motorcycle. "I'm going to let that one slide, because your drunk and lack common sense right now."

He picked up his helmet and gently placed it on my head. I stared at him through the little opening in the helmet, confusion marking my features.

"What do you mean?"

"We can talk about it later. Right now, I need to get your drunk ass home."

"Aye, aye captain," I replied, giving him a drunken salute.

****

I was placed on my side when we got back to my apartment, Mason having removed my clothes just in case I started feeling sick.

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before draping my blanket over me. Then he leaned in and kissed my nose. "I'll check up on you in the morning," he whispered.