Page 69 of Beautiful Disaster

I look away from their affection and pour some more water on the hot rocks. Steam sizzles and billows through the small room.

“Say,” Tink starts, “I’ve been meaning to ask… What’s with the new necklace and bracelets? You’ve never been a jewelry guy.”

I shrug and play with the ring dangling from my chain. How can I explain that I’m Mason’s sub? They wouldn’t understand my willingness to subjugate myself after all we’ve been through. They wouldn’t understand how it’s not a prison but freedom. It’s different. Mason is not fucking Tito.

I shrug, but don’t look at them. “I saw them and liked them.”

Foxy scoffs at me. “Liar. I know what those are.”

I glare at him, my defensive hackles rising. “So? It’s my life. Drop it.”

“What is it?” Tink asks.

“It’s nothing. Leave me alone.”

Foxy kisses Tink’s head while staring at me with eyes that match his coppery hair. I squirm, but his boyfriend distracts him with kisses.

Once they start making out, I’m done. “See ya. Gotta get ready to head out.”

“Bye,” Tink says, waving.

I ignore them both and leave, filled with guilt again. Guilt for lying and being a dick. We were close back when we were hookers. I rub my face and growl at myself before I get dressed and head back to my place to pack for the weekend.

Mason opens his front door with a massive smile on his face that I can feel straight to my soul. It hits me hard how handsome he is.

“What?” I ask.

He takes my arm and drags me inside. When I drop my overnight bag, he lifts me off my feet and holds me.

“What’s this for?” I chuckle. He’s being ridiculous, but I secretly like it.

“I’m proud of you. You did everything I told you to do this week. As a reward, I’m taking you on a special date.”

“A date?”

Mason sets me back on my feet and rubs my arms. “Yes. It’s all arranged. Did you bring something nice to wear as I asked?”

I nod and open my coat to show him my button-up and sweater.

“Excellent. So handsome. You always look amazing in blue, Precious.”

I’m still getting used to his pet names, but hell, calling him ‘Daddy’ still feels weird as fuck.

“What are we doing tonight?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

He takes my hand and tugs me up the stairs to his bedroom. “Let me quickly change clothes.”

I sit on the edge of his bed and watch him strip down to nothing but his underwear, muscles under tanned skin flex. He’s definitely the hottest guy I’ve ever been with. And the nicest.

Mason slides on a burgundy dress shirt. The color looks fantastic on him. He also throws on a V-neck sweater in the same color. We both wear jeans, so I’m assuming the place is nice but not fancy.

He fingers his waves and smiles at me. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.”

“Bring your bag with you. We’ll be there all weekend.”