Free His Number One Fan by Danyell Wallace Page A

my dress confused to what he was talking about. I look up in time to see Mason walking in my direction. “Don't you even think about it.”
     
    “What?” He asks all innocent.
     
    “Stay away from me Mason.”
     
    I turn around to make a run for it, but I don't get too far. Mason grabs my wrist, turns me around to face him and pulls me against his body. “I think you knew exactly what you were doing showing up in this dress. Especially when you know how bad I wanted to fuck you last night.” He says into my ear, then he lowers his head and kisses the side of my neck. “How about we stop playing these games and give each other what we both want. Hmm? I promise you'll like it.” He whispers against my skin.
     
    The sound of someone clearing their throat catches our attention.
     
    “Hey Nyla. Mason. I'm sorry to interrupt your little fuck fest but I was wondering Mason if you were done with my car? I have my last class of the day in two hours.”
     
    Mason pulls away from my neck and I turn around and see his sister Brooke standing there with a smirk on her face. I pry myself away from Mason and I turn around and run my hands down my dress.
     
    “If you would like Nyla. I can give you the number to my cleaners?” Brooke says while looking at my dress that was now covered in oil and Mason's sweat. I look up at him and see him smiling down at me.
     
    “I told you to take it off.” He says.
     
    “Jack ass.” I mumble under my breath. I turn around and make my way out the garage. “Brooke please let your grandma know that I came by to see how she was doing.” I say over my shoulder and continue across the yard.
     
    “Nyla!” I can hear Mason shout my name. I stop and turn around.
     
    “I'm sorry.” He says with a smile on his face.
     
    “This isn't funny Mason. This isn't coming out!”
     
    “I'll buy you another one.” He says placing both of his hands on my hips. “You can't show up here looking this sexy and expect me to keep my hands to myself. He grabs my right hand and places it over the front of his jeans. “Do you feel how bad I want you right now?” He lowers his head and kisses me on my lips. “I'm sorry for what I said back there. Let me make it up to you.” He says against my lips before sliding his tongue between my lips. Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulls me tighter against his body and squeezes my ass in the process.
     
    I tear my lips away and create space between us. “I have to go.”
     
    “Are you sure you don't want me to come with you. I can help you with your dress.” He says then winks at me.
     
    “No. I'll manage.” I turn around and walk to the car.
     
    “Nyla!” I hear Mason call out my name again.
     
    “Bye Mason.” I call over my shoulder.
     
    I lower myself into Caleb's car and I look ahead and see Mason still standing there. I cut the car on and I put it in reverse. With a honk to the horn, I put the car in drive and I make my way back to the main road.

twelve
Nyla
     
    “ How many people did you invite over Caleb?” I ask while getting out his car. We just got home from the movies to find cars lined up and down the street and scattered in his front yard.
     
    “Enough.” He responds with a smile on his face. “But that's the joys of having a house on a street with very few neighbors where you don't have to worry about anyone complaining about parties, noise, and the amount of company you have over.”
     
    I shake my head and slide the spaghetti strap of my yellow romper that crisscrossed in the back up my shoulders. It was so hot that I was glad that I decided to pull my hair up into a top knot, giving more of a view of my exposed shoulders and back.  I make my way up the sidewalk to the front door. Before I could open the door, Jax swings the door open.  
     
    “It's about time you got here.”
     
    “Hey Jax.” I respond walking inside.
     
    “How was the movie?” He asks me.
     
    “Boring. Caleb fell asleep.”
     
    “I