I’d go home and wash it all away. I’d convince myself that I was doing nothing wrong, that it had nothing to do with my past. It never worked, but it never stopped me from continuing either.
The new school year was going to start soon. I didn’t need to work, but it distracted me from my own self-destruction. My entire adult life is one big distraction. It kept the memories locked away for a period of time but they always crept up to the surface again, causing me to be a man I vowed I’d never be.
But the saying goes, ‘the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree’.
Chapter 1
Mason
I held my keys out to the valet as I stepped onto the sidewalk into the cool night air. He smiled at me as he handed me a number slip and tried to take the keys from my grip. “Not one fucking scratch,” I demanded as I slowly let the keys fall into his waiting hand. I preferred not letting others touch my things, especially my cars, but there were times I didn’t necessarily have a choice.
The kid looked at me with wide eyes, shaking his head. “No, sir,” he quietly mumbled as he quickly turned from me to the driver’s side door.
I watched him slowly pull out onto the road and then turn around the corner before I finally walked toward the building and buttoned my suit jacket. Luke, my closest friend, had called me earlier in the day to invite me out for some drinks at a place called Costello’s. I wanted to tell him no. Saturday nights were usually reserved for my entertainment, but since I had no such plans for the evening I’d reluctantly agreed.
Luke and I grew up together in high society, where using the wrong kind of toilet paper to wipe your ass was considered a grave offense. Nothing about our childhoods was what one would consider normal. Our fathers were business partners in a law firm downtown, so our families were close. We went to the same private schools and saw each other almost every weekend.
I had learned at an early age that in the world I lived in, perception was everything. One gave people what they wanted to see, not the truth. You never shared your personal business. I’d been friends with Luke for a long time and even he didn’t know my deepest darkest secrets. No one did.
I walked up to the three-story building that housed what was said to be the best piano bar in the city. It was my notion not to believe anything people said, but I’d never taken the time to step foot inside its doors. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to; I just never had the time. Luke was the party boy, finding his way through almost every bar in the city. I was too busy building my career to check out the latest and hottest nightspots.
I bypassed the line of awaiting patrons and gave my name to the man standing with a reservation list, ignoring the wandering eyes of the women standing in line wearing next to nothing. They were highly predictable in thinking that if they came dressed like high-end hookers, someone with money would notice them. It was a complete turn-off for me. Most men didn’t want pussy handed to them. They wanted a challenge, and some even enjoyed the chase.
I loved everything about the chase. The challenge was what made my dick hard.
Making my way in the door, I walked through the first floor that housed the piano bar. I quickly made my way to the stairs that went to the second floor, containing the cocktail area.
There were more people gathered on that floor than the one below. The lights were dim and the music low and sensual, giving off a ‘come fuck me’ vibe. It was hard to see the faces around the room, so I walked further to get a better look for Luke. When I finally found him at the other end of the room, I took a step to head in that direction before I felt a hand on my bicep and heard a soft, feminine, “Shit”.
Snapping my head to the side, not liking anyone being in my personal space without permission, I saw a petite brunette barely hanging on to the tray of drinks she was holding up with one hand. I reached out and grabbed her waist, helping her from wobbling on what looked to be four-inch heels, causing some of the alcohol on the tray to spill out onto the arm of my suit jacket.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, sir,” she said right before she looked up at me with wide hazel eyes. My gaze dropped down to her full cherry lips before looking over the entirety of her face. She was gorgeous, and she stared at me long enough to make my dick twitch.
Biting at her lip, she looked away in embarrassment as she stepped out of my reach.
I continued to look her over as she fixed the spilt drinks on her tray. She was the definition of what I found beautiful in a woman. She was petite and curvy, a perfect hourglass figure. Her tits were big enough to fill a man’s hand and she had perfect hips to grab onto while fucking. A man’s dream.