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“Good to see you,” the bouncer said and slapped Mason on the back. “It’s been awhile.”
“Yeah.” Mason looked back at me again. “I’ve been busy.” He lowered his eyebrows for a second but then looked away. He seemed sad.
Had he missed coming here? Or was he sad that I didn’t trust him? Of course I couldn’t trust him. I didn’t know what weird stuff was behind those doors. And Mason had introduced Patrick to whatever it was. I wasn’t trying to vilify Mason. But I felt nauseous standing there. I didn’t care why Patrick had cheated on me anymore. I cared about why Mason was going to cheat on me. Because he would. Maybe not anytime soon, but he would. Maybe I could prevent that. I wanted to be able to give him what he wanted. Because I was falling for him. No matter what I told myself. I could see myself loving him. I could see a future with him. And it terrified me.
I wasn’t backing down now. I was here. And I was determined to see what was behind those doors.
“Are we good to go then?” I asked.
The bouncer smiled. “She has a lot to learn.” He winked at Mason.
“This isn’t a training session,” Mason said, and walked past the bouncer.
Training session? I felt even more nauseous. Did Mason bring women here to show them what men wanted? Did he practice with them? How many woman had he actually slept with? I took a deep breath and followed Mason as he opened up the second set of doors.
It wasn’t what I expected at all. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. It was just a hallway, but it was beautiful. It reminded me a little of The Plaza Hotel. Everything was painted black but there were gold designs hung on the walls. Everything seemed to shimmer. I could hear music, but all I could see were doors. Tons of doors. And the hallways curved on both sides like it looped around in a circle.
“Mason, is that you?!”
I turned my head to the sound of a females’ voice. A woman in a tight, silvery dress had just come out of one of the rooms.
Mason didn’t say anything.
But the woman walked over as quickly as she could in her heels and wrapped her arms around him.
Mason kept his hands to the side, not touching her.
“Mason,” she pulled back and put her hands on the collar of his jacket. “Thank you. I owe you.” She leaned forward again and whispered something in his ear. Mason’s body seemed to stiffen.
I wanted to punch her in her face.
Mason cleared his throat, but the girl didn’t let go of his collar. “We need a private room,” he said.
“Private?” The girl glanced over at me. “Are you sure?” She trailed her fingers down his abs and stopped at his belt. “I have something new to show you.”
He grabbed her wrist so she couldn’t unbuckle his belt. “We’re just here to observe.”
The girl frowned and turned away from him. She opened up a cabinet, but I wasn’t interested in what she was doing. I was too busy staring at Mason. He wasn’t looking at the girl, but he wasn’t looking at me either. Maybe it was a mistake coming here. He seemed tense and upset. I just needed to know what was behind those doors.
The girl slipped a key into Mason’s hand. “Room 16. You have my number if you change your mind.” She looked at me and winked.
Fuck you.
Mason grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway, away from the strangers.
“Did you train her?” I whispered.
Mason didn’t say anything. Instead, he stopped in front of a door and slid the key into the lock.
“Mason?”
He sighed. “Yes, I did.”
“Did you have sex with her?”
“No.” He didn’t look like he was lying, but his face was strained. He opened up the door and I followed him in. The walls were the same as the ones in the hall, but the room was more dimly lit. There were leather seats and a coffee table where a bottle of champagne and glasses were sitting. I wanted it to be gross. But it seemed classy somehow. Like this was where rich men went to screw around on their wives. The only thing that gave away where we were was a stripper pole in the middle of the room.
I turned around. Mason was already sitting on the couch. I looked down at his lap. “Did you do other intimate things together?”
