Wicked Nights by Lexie Davis Page B

Lila to call her must have been serious. Mason, in his drunken state, looked like he was hiding something. She bit down her thoughts and put on a calm, collected facade. “What is going on?”
    “Mase, honey, are we going to start or what?” A blonde woman came up behind him and wrapped her arm around his waist. She kissed his shoulder and met Addison’s eyes. It didn’t take Addison long to realise it was the same woman that had flashed him earlier.
    Her stomach plunged to her toes. He confirmed her doubts of his lack of commitment, with the little blonde rubbing on him like a cat in heat. Addison didn’t even want to think about the fact that she could be carrying his child and he didn’t give one shit about her. The hurt cut deeply. He hadn’t got what he wanted from her, so he’d jumped to the next available pussy. She hated that she’d allowed herself to feel anything for him.
    Addison swallowed, refusing to show any emotion. “I see you do remember what women rubbed up against you tonight. The irony of you going back to the very one that I saw is just fitting. Enjoy your skank, Mason. You’re obviously too self-absorbed to think of anyone or anything else. I’m sure the two of you will be perfect together. I’m done with this bullshit.”
    She left him, heading back to the main room. If she was smart, she’d find some other way to protect herself from the Skulls. She’d cut all ties with him, rent a motel room and walk out his door and never look back. If she was smart, she wouldn’t even acknowledge that she knew anything about the damned Wicked Angels or their stupid MC.
    Lila sat at the bar with a drink, watching her. “I broke a million rules by doing that and you’re just going to walk away?”
    She should. She wanted to. Addison tried not to feel the hurt he’d caused. Whatever they had going on, she didn’t know him enough to like him. She didn’t care for what she did know about him. She knew his past and his preferences. He liked trouble and stayed in it often. She should run screaming for the hills.
    Addison glanced towards the pool table on the far side of the room, remembering what he’d said to her. She didn’t have fun. She’d been told that before by ex-lovers and quite frankly, it only pissed her off. She may not be the partying type, but she did have fun.
    She glanced back at Lila. “Nah. I’m going to hang out for a little while. Who wants to shoot some pool?”
    Chuck, Tony and Matty stood around the pool table. Addison smiled at them and grabbed a cue stick. Chuck racked the balls and Addison broke them. It may not be a solution, but it took her mind off the current situation, even with the anger sizzling inside her. She played four games before Mason’s skank walked out with a smile on her face. Addison barely acknowledged her.
    Mason wasn’t too far behind. Addison took a shot and glanced up at him. He looked like shit. Instead of the sexy man she’d grown to like, he looked like a drunk troublemaker dressed in jeans and leather. His hair was a mess and his eyes showed his fatigue.
    “Why are you still here?”
    Addison arched an eyebrow at him. “What’s it look like? I’m playing pool.” She stood and chalked her cue stick. “You’re not the only one who can have some fun. And I definitely don’t need you to have fun either.”
    “Get out.”
    She tossed the cue to the table. “You’d better think twice before using that tone with me.”
    “Not you. Them.” Mason glanced around. “Out. Now.”
    Everyone in the room filed outside and Addison leaned against the table, pissed. As much shit as she had going on in her life, why the hell did she allow personal reasons to muddle the mess?
    He rubbed his red eyes and stared at her.
    “You know, I get that I mean nothing to you, but to rub it in my face like that is just fucking shitty.” Addison blew out a breath. “And your quality of skank is going downhill. Dare I say it, Kinsey looked way better than that