Free Resist (London) by Danielle Breeze Page B

tattoos – or at least not many . Pretty boys I guess. Men who took care of their appearance in an understated way.
    Men like Mason.
    And let’s face it, I couldn’t go fancying the brother of the guy I was falling in love with.
    Oh god
    No no no no no
    It was out there.
    Yep, I admitted it to myself. I would have been fine if I could keep burying everything, pretending it didn’t exist. Too late.
    The stupid, stupid motherfucker was making me break my absolute number one rule.
    Never, never , fall in love.
    Shit!
     
    Mason
     
    Sometimes I love working in a nightclub. That night was not one of those times. Every asshole in town seemed to descend on the place at one time. I actually lost count of the amount of people who were thrown out, but I’ll remember the faces.
    I always do.
    So I drove home with a scowl on my face, thinking I couldn’t wait to crawl in to bed and sleep for a good twelve hours. Anything to stop me being in such a foul mood, I just didn’t like feeling like that.
    I pulled up outside, jumped out and walked up to the front door but before I got there, the door swung open and Ruben came barrelling through.
    I threw my hands in the air to stop him from colliding with me.
    “Whoa, what the hell? Where are you rushing off to at...” I checked my watch, “gone 3am.”
    He barged past me and called “Out.” Over his shoulder.
    “Wait!”
    He stopped and turned, looking furious.
    “What Mase? Hurry up. I’m in a rush.”
    I could hear the frustration in his voice and possibly a hint of...worry?
    “In a rush to do what? I just want to know what’s going on. You’re hiding things lately, you’re always out and you don’t seem to have a clue about anything happening around you. Seriously. You got a girl?”
    I knew he was going to lie before he opened his mouth.
    “No, it’s not...” He sighed. “ Mase, please, can we do this another time. I really have to go.”
    “Go then, but tomorrow, we’re talkin’ alright?”
    “Fine.”
    And he got in his car and left.
    I laughed briefly, thinking about how much I sounded like his fucking dad when I’m only eleven months older than him. Then I scoffed at myself and grimaced. I definitely didn’t sound like our dad. That dickhead wouldn’t have known where we were, when we left, when we came back...hell, he didn’t even used to remember our names most the time.
    I hated that bastard.
    I shook of my thoughts and walked straight to my room. I just wanted to crash. Now with adding worrying about Ruben to my shit night, sleep was really needed.
    I didn’t even bother to turn the light on, I could just make out where everything was from the moonlight shining through the window. I threw my keys on the desk and stripped down to my boxers.
    “Turn the light on Mase, I’m missing the show.”
    I froze.
    It sounded husky, sleepy, but that was definitely Harper’s voice.
    Briefly, I wondered if I was imagining it, seeing as she wasn’t very far from my mind at any time, but I quickly realised she was there.
    I reached for the light switch, I wasn’t going to cover myself up.
    She wanted a show? She could look all she wanted. Any time. Any place.
    As soon as the room was lit, I focused on the sight of Harper, my Sunshine, lying across my bed. It’s a sight I’d wanted again since that very first morning when I woke with her next to me.
    She’d been sleeping, that was obvious, her hair was all messy on one side. Though, with her hair as curly it was, it always looked messy...but still sexy.
    She had line across her cheek where she’d been lying on her wrist that had a watch on, and most of the make-up had been rubbed off one eye.
    None of it mattered. That was my girl...in...my...bed.
    “What are you still doing here babe?”
    It was after I asked, that I noticed she was smirking at me. But not at my face, no, she was staring at my...
    Fuck.
    Yep, two minutes of looking at my girl, and I was hard as rock. Well, she clearly knew how much she