Wicked Nights by Lexie Davis Page A

tub and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She needed some sleep, and maybe tomorrow would be better. She dressed in a set of pyjamas that Lila had picked out for her. The pink and black looked nice, but the kittens with bows were a bit much. Addison smiled knowing Lila had done that just to piss her off.
    She pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. Mason didn’t have books to read so she settled for some TV, scooting comfortably in between the sheets. She’d gone through three episodes of Flashpoint before the bedroom door opened and Mason entered, obviously drunk.
    He closed the door and slid his cut from his body. “You missed one hell of a party.”
    She turned the TV off. “I’m sure I did.”
    He fisted his shirt and tugged it over his head. “Why’d you leave?”
    She folded her hands in her lap. “I’m not the partying type.”
    He smiled. “You’ve got your goody two-shoes on.”
    Addison stared at him. His hands went to his pants and undid the button. “I’m going to sleep. See you in the morning.”
    She shut the lamp off beside the bed and gave him her back. The light thump of his jeans hitting the floor sounded behind her right before the mattress dipped with his weight.
    “You know if you let your hair down once in a while, you might actually have some fun.” He slid his hand up her arm.
    Addison pulled away from him. “I don’t have time for fun.”
    “Make time.” He slipped his hand beneath her shirt and Addison sat up, pulling away from him.
    She flipped on the light and frowned. “What? This is not happening.” She glowered. “You let other women rub all over you all night at the MC and you expect me to roll over and finish the job? I don’t think so.”
    He frowned, his drunk stupor pissing her off even more. “What women rubbed all over me?”
    She tossed the blanket back. “I’m not doing this with you while you’re drunk. Sleep it off.”
    She left for the couch and settled with the pillow and blanket she had grabbed from the closet. She knew the prospects filled the guest rooms, so the couch seemed like her bed for the night. She lay there no more than ten minutes before Mason came out, dressed. She watched as he headed to the door and stepped outside. She heard a car door slam and knew he’d called someone to come get him.
    She got up and watched a truck pull away, her heart aching as the distance grew between them. She grabbed her phone and walked back to the couch. She didn’t know if or when he’d come back. She lay back and closed her eyes. The sooner the day was done, the better she’d be.
    Her phone rang nearly an hour later and Addison sat up, glancing at the readout.
    “Hello?”
    “Addison, this is Lila. I really think you should come down to the MC. It’s about Mason.”
    Addison snorted. “Mason can fuck off.”
    “You don’t mean that.” Lila paused. “Have one of the prospects bring you. Hurry.”
    Addison rolled her eyes and disconnected. She went to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. Her hair looked a mess and her makeup had mostly worn off, but she didn’t care. She found some boots and pulled them on before heading to the stairs. Tony had evidently taken up residence in the first guest bedroom, so she knocked and moments later had him driving her to the MC in Mason’s truck.
    It didn’t take them long to get there and once she did, Tony escorted her inside the building. The room smelt like sweaty men and alcohol. She had no idea why any woman would ever want to step foot in the place, much less anything else.
    “He’s in the apartment.”
    Addison moved to the back of the clubhouse and knocked on the apartment door. Mason answered it almost immediately.
    “What the hell do you want?”
    She scoffed. “What’s the emergency?”
    “Lila! Your ass is mine!” he yelled down the hall. His shirtless chest blocked her view of the room. “You can go.”
    Addison frowned. Whatever had happened that had beckoned