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“Isn’t this the woman who destroyed the camera that belonged to Ryder’s fiancé last year?”

“That was just some nobody photographer,” said Sapphire.

“You mean this man?” asked Ryder, showing a picture of Felix on his phone.

“Yeah. That was him. He made out like he knew you . . .” Her words faltered.

Ryder flicked to another picture of him with Felix, both in tuxedos at their engagement party.

“Well . . . Well, he wasn’t with you when it happened, so it doesn’t matter,” said Sapphire, with a smug look on her face.

“Interesting. What do we think of that, followers?” asked Ryder, with a wicked grin appearing on his face. “I’ve been live streaming this entire interaction to my eight million followers.”

Catherine’s face turned white as Sapphire’s jaw hit the floor.

“I think it would be best if you left,” said Mason. “As I said before, you and your family are no longer welcome here.”

They didn’t argue, just left without another word, hopefully shitting themselves. Ryder unhooked the hidden camera he’d been wearing, but nothing had been streamed to his fans. She might be an obnoxious brat, but none of them wanted a hand in having a seventeen-year-old girl canceled on social media. Ryder was busy on his phone, ensuring the video was saved and sent to Sebastian. They’d find out soon that the video hadn’t actually been broadcast.

“Are you okay?” asked Mason, pulling him into a hug.

“I’m fine.”

Mason looked at him with a frown. “Fine?”

“What she said didn’t upset me is what I mean.”

It was true. Sapphire’s words hadn’t bothered him at all. He’d heard far worse over the years. It didn’t excuse what she’d said, but he wasn’t wasting his emotions on them.

“Don Sebastian is on the case,” said Ryder.

Mason chuckled. Charlie had seen Sebastian with Mason, Ryder, Deacon, Max, and Ethan sitting around a table talking about a joint business investment, and had referred to them as the gay mafia. Ryder had found it the funniest and kept it going, although he didn’t use the “don” title to Sebastian’s face.

Ryder left them, saying he was off to see if he could convince Felix to take a break during his gig. Zeb would pay to see Felix’s face go bright red but also glare at Ryder if he embarrassed him in public.

“Are you really okay?” asked Mason, pulling him into another hug.

“I am now.”

CHAPTER 24

MASON

28th December

Mason woke up to something warm and wet around his cock. Pulling the sheet up, he saw Zeb’s mouth stretched around him as he greedily tried to take him all the way down. He spluttered and gagged as his throat contracted around the head of Mason’s cock. It felt incredible, but he’d rather his boyfriend didn’t suffocate himself before breakfast.

“No need to be greedy, sweetheart. You’ve got plenty of time to work up to it.”

Zeb locked eyes with him. The fire in them cleared. His man was determined this morning, so Mason threw the sheet off them and put his hands behind his head. He was going to enjoy watching the show. Zeb kept trying to get more of Mason’s cock down his throat, but his gag reflex wasn’t there yet. Mason would happily train his throat to take all of him, if that was what Zeb wanted. The lessons would be more fun than the final assessment. He chuckled at his own joke.

“Mason Reid, are you laughing at me?” He scowled, gripping Mason’s wet cock hard, which made his back arch.

“No, sweetheart. I’m watching you enjoy your breakfast.”

“I want pancakes when I’m done.”

Mason laughed. He could have whatever he wanted. The past two weeks had been the happiest of his life. Zeb had moved his belongings into what was now their room. The spare room housed his overflow of clothes. His friends, and Mason, may have spoiled him at Christmas. Ryder had come good on his present and had arranged two tailored tuxedos. Mason had to attend formal events, which he hated, but it was necessary, and he wanted Zeb on his arm. He knew Zeb wouldn’t feel comfortable there, but nothing gave you more confidence than wearing a tailored tuxedo. When he’d modeled it at home for Mason, he’d been so turned on he’d fucked Zeb for an hour. The tuxedo had been sent to be dry-cleaned. Ryder was an insightful guy, which is probably why he’d bought two.