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Euphoria (Book Boyfriend #3)(6)
Author: Erin Noelle

"Good."

Kiss.

"Morning."

Kiss.

"Beautiful."

Kiss.

"Butterfly."

He then pulled my lobe in between his lips and sucked lightly and nipped at it with his teeth. I closed my eyes and moaned in delight, forgetting the internal debate I'd been having just minutes before.

"Morning yourself, sleepyhead," I said teasingly, as I spun around in his arms.

"Sleepyhead? It's not even eight o'clock in the morning," he retorted as he kissed the tip of my nose. "You should still be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep any longer so I thought I'd make breakfast."

He chuckled as he looked around the kitchen at all of the pots and pans and the sink full of dishes. "Breakfast or a feast? Who are you expecting? The entire Texans football team?" He grabbed a piece of bacon from the cooling rack and shoved it in his mouth.

"No, I just couldn't decide what to make so I made everything," I explained.

"What's this about the a Texans football team?" Max asked groggily as he emerged from his room with his hair sticking up and out in every possible direction. "And what smells so good?"

"Morning Max. It's probably the disappearing bacon," I said cheerfully, swatting at Ash's hand as he stole himself a second piece and one for Max too.

"You two sit down and I'll bring everything to the table," I instructed them. Obligingly, they both plopped themselves down in the dining room chairs and waited for me to serve them.

Twenty minutes later we had all stuffed ourselves with ham and cheese omelets, French toast, hash browns, sausage, and of course, bacon. We all sat there for several minutes silently, in food-induced comas. I looked back and forth between Ash and Max's smiling faces and felt grateful to be sitting there with them after everything that had happened. Finally Max stood up, looked at Ash, and asked, "Is it too early to kill people?”

Laughing and shaking his head, Ash replied, "It's never too early to kill people." He turned to me and asked, "Do you mind if I play for a bit? I'll help you clean up in a little while."

I glanced at the kitchen and groaned; it looked like a bomb had gone off in there. I didn't feel like tackling it just then anyhow. I smiled brightly at him and said, "Nah, go ahead. I'll make us all some fresh coffee and then I'll read a little. We can clean later."

After brewing a fresh pot of coffee and taking the guys their cups, I curled up on the couch next to Ash and dove into Emerge and followed Laney Walker in her search for love. Little did I know how much I would connect with her as first Evan, and then Dane, stole my heart like they did hers. At sixty six percent, I had to put the book down. My stomach was tied in knots and I thought I was going to be sick. Any progress that was made, as little as it may have been, in regards to me forgetting Mase had been demolished. Laney couldn't have summed it up any better than when she thought "absence makes the head dizzy and fills the heart with aching bewilderment." My head felt like I had just gotten off the spinning Mad Tea Cups and my heart was being tossed around in the darkness of Space Mountain.

I sat my kindle down on the couch and excused myself to take a shower, giving Ash a quick kiss before leaving the room. I needed to pull myself together and get a grip on reality. Standing in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror, I reminded myself, "This is the last time, Scarlett. Don't tempt fate."

CHAPTER SIX

Leader of the Broken Hearts ~ Papa Roach

Where Are You Now ~ Mumford & Sons

MASON

Three days after I checked myself out of the hospital, I found myself on a plane heading back to Houston… alone once again. Marcus had left Miami the same day that he had stormed out of my hotel room. He had sent a text on his way to the airport saying that since I was obviously fine and didn’t need his help or advice, that he needed to get back to Empty’s. As my only living relative, and for as close as we once were, I thought it was pretty shitty of him to leave that way, but I wasn’t really surprised. I was quite used to being deserted by those who supposedly cared about me.

Cruz had called me to let me know that the rest of Jobu’s Rum had gone back to Austin to play some smaller local gigs while I went to rehab. Even though I knew I had a problem, I didn’t really think it was necessary for me to check in to a live-in assistance center, but Jag didn’t give me much of an option. He had told me that if I wanted to stay on as a client of the Donovan Group and have any chance of touring with VanderBlue again, that I would spend six weeks in house at The Right Step center and then another four to six of outpatient care. He required that I be sober for twelve weeks before he would even think about booking another show for me.

Groaning to myself as I thought about the upcoming three months of hell, I leaned back in my seat as the plane began to taxi down the runway. As much as I tried to not think about her, it seemed I couldn’t go more than about five minutes without wondering where Scarlett was at that moment or what she was doing. Unfortunately, those thoughts normally ended up with me envisioning her lying in Ash’s arms which sent a surge of pure envy through me. I had no idea how to even begin getting over her, especially if I had to do it sober. I wasn’t sure how much I would see her once I was back in Houston, if she would come visit me at the center, or if she was just done with me entirely. My chest physically hurt at the thought of never seeing her again. Despite everything, she still owned me, body and soul, and unfortunately, she didn’t want either.

An hour later as the flight attendant sauntered down the aisle with the drink cart, I didn’t even think twice about ordering the whiskey from her. After all, it was my last few hours of freedom before I would be basically put in prison, so I might as well enjoy and live up to the addict that everyone made me out to be. I handed her my credit card in return for the tiny bottle of liquid gold, and I laughed aloud at the size of it.

“What’s the maximum number of these I can buy at one time?” I asked her in all seriousness.

Apparently it was three, so I of course bought three. I drank them all straight from the bottle, not even bothering with the glass of ice she had sat on my tray table. As I guzzled them in three gulps, I heard someone snicker from across the aisle. I turned my head to see who found my antics so amusing, and surprisingly found myself looking in the eyes of an attractive woman, who I guessed to be in her early thirties.

“Are we celebrating or forgetting?” she asked in a sultry voice, as she shamelessly looked up and down my body.

I smirked at her, attracted by her boldness. “Oh, we are definitely forgetting,” I answered. “Unfortunately, there’s not enough alcohol on the planet to make me forget completely.”

She twisted her body in her seat so that she was better facing me, and not coincidentally, giving me a better view of her amazing rack. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs which drew my gaze down to her toned calves and thighs that were on display, barely covered by a black suit skirt. My pants instantly felt tighter as my c*ck swelled while I took her in. She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, allowing me to enjoy the view, and as my eyes travelled back up her body and met hers again, she grinned knowingly and unapologetically.

“Sometimes forgetting isn’t the answer, Hun. If you forget completely, then the lesson that was to be learned is lost and the pain and heartache were for nothing,” she said matter-of-factly. I didn’t respond immediately, as I let her words sink in.

“By the way, my name is Heather,” she continued, as she offered me her hand. “I apologize if I’ve over stepped, but I’m not one to sugar coat situations, and you look like you’ve been through Hell recently.”

I took her dainty hand in mind and shook it. “I’m Mason, it’s nice to meet you Heather. And you have no idea… as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I’m still there,” I replied with a chuckle.

She nodded her head understandingly and looked at the empty bottles in front of me. “Well only you can get yourself out of there, and I hate to break it to you, but those are only gonna make you sink further down.” She exhaled loudly as she turned to face the seat in front of her, and mumbled under her breath, “Believe me, I know.”

I got the feeling that she didn’t want to further discuss her last comment, so I changed the subject to why she had been in Florida. Over the following hour we discussed the pros and cons of warm weather and cold weather vacations, and then listed all of the places that we wanted to visit in our lifetime. It was nice to not think about anything serious for a little bit, and once I got over my initial reaction to her attractiveness, I found it refreshing to have a conversation with a beautiful woman that wasn’t sexually stimulated. Maybe I wasn’t as big of a douche as I thought I had become.

The end of the flight came quickly and after collecting our luggage at the baggage claim area, I thanked Heather for the company and wished her well. As I watched her walk away, appreciating her long legs once more, after all I was a red blooded male and you would have to have been blind to not notice, I realized that I would probably never see her again in my life, but her words about making the hurt worth it and not forgetting the lesson learned would stay with me forever. Unfortunately, I was still searching for the lesson in the midst of all of the anguish and despair that I had endured over the past couple of months.

Shaking my head as I cleared my thoughts, I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked outside in the crisp, clear night to grab a taxi. I wasn’t due to check myself in to the rehab clinic until early the following morning, but I knew that going to my empty apartment would only bring back memories of Scarlett and the short time that she and I lived there together. The last time I had been there was the morning that I had returned to tell her that I couldn’t live without her and to ask her to move to Austin with me… the morning that I found her and all of her things gone for good.

I gave the driver the address for the center knowing that if I spent one more night alone, I would just end up, at minimum, drinking my sorrows away. Chances were I’d also find someone to keep me company and I’d end up regretting my actions in the morning, just like I did with all of the others. No matter how much I drank or what drugs I smoked, snorted, or swallowed, they weren’t my angel and all paled in comparison. Thirty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the white building that I would call home for the following forty two days. I paid the driver, grabbed my bag, and slowly made my way through the front doors. The woman sitting behind the main desk looked up and smiled brightly as I entered the lobby area hesitantly.

“Good evening! Can I help you sir?” she asked cheerfully.

Taking a deep breath, I acknowledged the multitude of emotions running through me, primarily fear and anxiety but a sliver of hope kept one foot moving in front of the other until I was standing directly in front of her.

“Hi, I’m Mason Templeton, and I’m here to learn my lesson.”

SCARLETT

Two and a half weeks. It had been seventeen days since I had walked out of Mase’s hotel room and I had heard nothing from him or his friends, I had absolutely no contact. I was about to lose my mind if I didn’t find out where he was or at least find out if he was okay. After the conversation in the hospital room, I knew that Marcus didn’t care for me, which was putting it lightly, so I really didn’t want to call him to get an update. Truth be told, he’d probably cuss me out and hang up the phone on me. I had refrained from contacting Cruz because… well, I really didn’t know why. I guessed I just kept hoping that Mase would call me and let me know what was going on, but I had finally accepted that wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t sure if I should take that as he didn’t want to talk to me or if he thought I didn’t want to talk to him. I absolutely hated not knowing.

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